So there was a flood in EC this weekend. Well, maybe not a flood. Floods are apocalyptic. If this had been a flood, we would have had to all assemble two by two (i.e. two hipsters, two Roar-ees, two engineers—and only two, because the rest can allegedly build bridges to get out of swim tests and floods alike). But there was a lot of water leaking through the ceiling, the lobby was shut down, and we all had to enter and exit through one elevator that took us to and from the building's very lowest level.
And as I waited in a very long line to re-enter my dorm after picking up a poorly timed delivery order, I joined in a chorus of complaints about how there should have been a contingency plan, how ill-prepared everyone was for this, how inconvenient this was—all of which ended with the popular refrain, "Oh, Columbia."
