So the open house thing was good. Patrick, our dance teacher, was being so sweet and nice and funny and he didn't blow his temper at anyone(which was a miracle cause he always yells at us) but that was probably to lure more people to join his class. Wait till they join and get their first lesson. They'll see his true colours and never return. Just like the newbies, well ex-newbies in our class. XD
So, i was kinda the last to arrive for practice and i thought i'd climb the stairs from the third to the fourth floor, since waiting for the lift was gonna take some time. When i got to the fourth floor, i couldn't get out, the door was locked. So i went back to the third floor and it was locked too. I started to panic. I just came in from the third floor and the door wasn't locked. The panic worsened when i took out my cell and the battery only had one bar left. So i called one of my dancemates to open the door, praying the batt will last. I was so relieved when she answered the call, took her a while to navigate to the stairs though. So the staircase doors were auto-locked, able to open from the outside and not from the inside. I'll never take staircases with doors ever again. It's too stressful.
Tomorrow's Monday. Back to work again. And two English papers to write by the weekend. *mutter*