BRAYNK! BRAYNK! BRAYNK! BRAYNK!

“Wake up! That’s the fire alarm!” yelled an R.A. from West Lag. “Everyone out!”

It was 5 a.m. on Tuesday.

“Is this a sick joke?” demanded a freshman from West Lag in his Simpson’s-themed pajamas, eyeing the rain outside.

Thankfully, the firemen eventually showed up and clarified the issue: “It was a false call apparently triggered by the power outage. Have a good day, everyone!”

West Lag may have suffered alone on Tuesday, but on Wednesday the whole campus was drenched.

In Wednesday’s 9 a.m. Introduction to the Humanities (IHUM) lecture for “The Making of the Modern World” in Cubberley Auditorium, an eerie silence took over the class as Prof. David Como awaited the arrival of more students to fill the mostly empty lecture hall.

“I’m so wet!” burst out a girl in the back as she started taking off her soaked outer layers. Only a handful of guys snickered at the remark–obviously the mood was rotten in Cubberley.

On the other side of campus, students biking to their 9 a.m. Physics 41 lecture attested to the irony of the situation. The topic of the lecture: relative motion. In real world terms, that means that when you bike, the rain hits you in the face.

Even traditional gossip during lunch took a rain-related spin.

“I heard two girls crashed while biking by the Oval and, when they were getting up, the Marguerite came by and splashed them,” related a girl in Stern Dining.

“I saw facility workers shoveling water from White Plaza,” attested a freshman.

Another chipped in: “They even say there’s water in Lake Lag now.”

The students taking Social Dance at 12:50 p.m. knew too well how wet their fellow students were. The only person who didn’t seem wet in the class was the professor, Richard Powers, whose smooth swing moves must surely come in handy as he twists and turns to skip the puddles across campus.

On a positive note, however, Social Dance was slightly less awkward as the rain offered the perfect ice breaker.

“So, what’s up with all this rain, huh?” asked a large upperclassman whose wet socks left a mark on the floor. His partner politely laughed as they struggled with six-count swing.

“I wish the weather would make up its mind,” said a tall, skinny Asian freshman in a soaked dark blue windbreaker. “I’m fine with it just raining for a few days and stopping. But today, it’s rained for an hour, then stopped, then rained again, then stopped.”

In fact, the rain appeared to reach its climax for 10 minutes every hour and then stop.

Needless to say, those 10 minutes coincided with the breaks between classes. While most students complained of the rain, there are always a few rain lovers–everyone’s met them. They wait for any chance to convey how original they are by going against the trend.

“I love rain!” said an upperclassman as he sat comfortably in Tresidder Union, his umbrella–in the shape of a Jedi sword–close at hand.

In yesterday’s weather chaos, there seemed to be only two types of students: those with rain boots and those with wet feet.

And let’s not forget the clever few who, bundled in their covers, made the right choice and stayed in bed. There’s a reason they got into Stanford.