"So how do you like it here at the University, George?"
"I love it, Mark! The classes are stimulating, I like my professors, and the experience living away from home is cool."
"I feel the same, George. Even the food is good. And you couldn't ask for a more beautiful tree-lined campus!"
"I love the architecture of the residence halls too. There's only one thing I don't like."
"What's that?"
"The stairs we have to take down to where the classes are.''
"What stairs? There's a black pole we slide down 200 feet."
"That's what I don't like!"
"George, if you don't like sliding down poles, don't come to the Red Adair University of Firefighting!"
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If there isn't a school of higher learning for firefighters like the Red Adair University of Firefighting, there ought to be. And considering the great job these guys do for all of us, it ought to actually have stairs as well as a campus that looks like the one in the picture prompt above on which my Friday Fictioneers entry for this week is based.
I don't want to yell "fire" in a crowded theater, but you ought to exit the theater right now and check out the blazing hot contributions of the other Fictioneers by breaking the glass and sounding the alarm right here.
Ready to slide down the pole? Yeah, I know ... maybe by senior year.
