False alarm fire call

I'm not a bad cook. Really, I'm not. If you were my neighbor you may think so, or derive that I play with fire a lot. Why so, you ask? My smoke detector goes off as regularly as my morning alarm clock. Which, if you know my class schedule, is literally once a week. This is no joke. Every time I think about cooking something, **BEEEEP* *BEEEEP** I usually suffer 2 ear-piercing beeps by the time I sprint down the hall. The food that I am cooking is not burnt, emitting toxic fumes, on fire, nor is it close. Well, there is that one time I left a pancake on the stove for 10 minutes... but I'll save that for another time.
I should feel secure knowing that my smoke detector not only works, but works overly well. Should anything actually catch fire in my apartment, or even in the building next door, my alarm will be the first to know. To reassure my neighbors that I am not a pyro, I have taken the liberty of removing the fire detector from the wall every time I cook. I then proceed to step on it a half hour later when I forget that I placed it on the floor. Nonetheless, it has never failed. So when I'm playing with candles some evening, I'll know the minute one sets my curtains on fire.