Crossing the Border

I got arrested yesterday.

No, not really. The correct phrase is, "I got handcuffed yesterday."

I contemplated not going to my Film and Lit. class yesterday because I was going to be considerably late. When I woke up, I diligently finished typing up my assignment and then tried to print. As my luck would have it, the paper jammed, thus ceasing all activity on my printer.
So I grabbed my disk, planning to just print it out at school.

Then I ran into several other intricate little hold-ups, none of which are worth mentioning. But I had to take an alternate way to school, and though the road trip was nice, it wasn't conducive to my time frame for getting to class reasonably. I was half an hour late.

But I'm glad I did because we ended up doing a nifty little exercise. Our groups of three were to find a "border" on campus and try to cross it. It could be any type of area--physically or emotionally--that we wanted to cross, whether it be trying to gain access to a room or trying to achieve a certain goal. So my group decided to try to get in to the new state college building across the street which is currently under heavy construction. It is still in the process of being built, so we were sure we would be stopped once we stepped on the grounds. In fact, the professor told us to be VERY careful, don't get argumentative, and don't get arrested.

We got a few curious stares from construction workers, which were intimidating. I went to open the door of the building and it was locked. But then a guy on stilts reached down and opened it with a big, "Come on in, ladies!" Premises infiltrated. Game over.

To make a long story short, we didn't encounter resistance anywhere on our campus or theirs. It was nuts. Everywhere we went it seemed like googly-eyed men were always willing to welcome us. So on the way back to class, we ran into the campus security guard, who offered to handcuff us and escort us to class to make it look like we had met some serious resistance. Susan and I took him up on it.

The look on Jean's face was priceless when security guy grimly said, "Are these two yours?" After about 30 seconds of standing there before our astonished professor in silence, I burst out laughing.

Yeah, it was hilarious. One of those things where ya just have to be there.