My class on Thursdays is for older students, and yesterday we finished up a unit on "bad luck" in different cultures. They asked me if I believed 13 was unlucky, but I said I didn't really think so.
This morning I realized that today was Friday the 13th. I told Matt, and literally ONE SECOND after I said the words, the fire alarm went off. We weren't sure if it was a real fire or not, so we walked all the way down the 28 flights of stairs to the ground floor. Of course the regular security guard wasn't there -- just another guy who didn't speak English. Awesome. In the lobby, a few people were standing around (including a girl in her pjs) but nobody knew what was happening.
We decided to go to McDonalds and eat breakfast, since walking up the stairs was obviously not a good plan. When we came back, there weren't any fire trucks. Everyone had gone back to their apartments. There wasn't a fire after all. ><
