Run-in with the police!

Here's how it happened.

Yesterday evening, Grace, Stuart, Jo and I walked from the TAs through the back road by Kenyon to the store across the main road to get some ice cream. We sat outside for a while, talking, and licking, and talking about licking.  Bonus points if you can guess which Pokemon came up during that conversation!

Anyway, before we knew it, it was almost 11pm, time to head back home to TA37. We made it back across the main road without incident, but once we started walking down the dark back road to campus (you know the one), that's when it got real.

It was, as I say, quite dark, so when we heard a car coming up behind us we all jumped off the road.  Grace, in particular, did a sort of nervous jig, seized Jo's arm, and dragged him to safety at the edge of the road. 

The car slowed, stopped next to us. It was a police car.  State trooper. The window rolled down.

We couldn't see into the car because there was a light shining from the side of the car into our eyes, but from the depths of the darkness within, we saw the police officer's shadowy silhouette lean forward and ask us, in that slightly sarcastic and judgmental way that police officers have: "What are we doing?"

Okay, let's pause for a moment.  Let me paint the scene. I'm wearing an orange peasant skirt and a Vassar sweatshirt, Stuart's wearing a blue-and-white striped sweater, Grace is wearing skinny jeans and bright red glasses, and Jo, in his "Aeropostale" shirt and corduroys, is the sketchiest among us. I don't mean to profile, but after one look at Grace's glasses alone, we probably didn't even have to show him our Vassar IDs.

The officer had bidden us good night and pulled away in less than a minute, and we were safely back in TA37 hardly five minutes thereafter. The end! ...What? Were you expecting a more interesting story? Well, you're reading the wrong blog, friends. This is how we roll in TA37.