In which I attract explosions

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When I was an undergrad, I was a writer for the newspaper. One day, walking from class to the local Wendy's, I saw that the next block over, where the new dorms were being built, was completely blocked off, with firetrucks and police cars lining the street. I started asking questions, which turned to making phone calls and sending frantic emails to my editor; it turned out that a crane fell and sheared the valve off a gas tank, making the whole construction site a biohazard.

The following year, my now-fiance and I were coming back from the evening Mass when we, once again, saw the street where our dorm was blocked off by police. I sent him to get his camera, and another round of questions, calls, and frantic emails began.

I could have had the hat trick, actually; I was on campus when the wall collapsed. However, I was attending a screening of The Vagina Monologues at the time. The Gender Studies department didn't have the easiest time getting permission to hold that screening, so the joke was that the video caused the wall to fall.

The good
Not that it's my strong point, but I picked up a healthy taste for investigation on those days. I was also the one person who could cut through the rumors.