This morning at 9:24 am...

..the pipes rattled in the ceiling of my ceramics classroom. We all looked around confused as to what would make that noise. Since it didn't last more than a second or two, the teacher continued on without missing a beat. It wasn't until someone in my first aid class was talking excitedly about how they had survived something this morning that I finally figured out that the noise I heard earlier was indeed - dum, dum, dum! - an earthquake. Not just any earthquake, but one of 4.1 magnitude and I survived!

HAHAHAHAHA!!! ahem....sorry, typing all that with a straight face was too much for me.

I didn't even feel the earth move. In fact I completely forgot all about the pipes rattling until I heard that girl talking hours later. Growing up in California has made me somewhat of an earthquake snob, I guess. While most people kept talking about how weird it was to feel the earth move and see their belongings wobble, I stared at them like they were crazy. I bet if I had been asleep at 9:24 this morning (and trust me, I wish I had been!), I would have slept through it. Unless something big and heavy actually falls over, it's not considered an earthquake in my books. But I won't rain on Cedar's parade, I'll just laugh quietly to myself and wonder if this is akin to people looking at me weird when I think a little sprinkle is rain.