Boat the Tote

So it is the season for the long time honored tradition for college students called partying, getting crunk, or raving. I decided to partake of this tradition this past weekend which is unusual for me, I usually am a studious little student. So I am at this party having a great time until at 1 am there is a knock on the door that sounds authoritative. So naturally I run and hid like a three year old. When I remerge everyone is scrambling to hide the beer and other items found at a party from what I perceive to be the CA's. So I grab my bags head out the door and proceed to go to my dorm under the watchful eye of a officer of the law in his car. I get back to my dorm and all my residents are up and in the hall wanting to talk to me about hall activities. So here I am at one trying to pass for sober in front of my residents long enough to get to my door. I finally breath once I get in my room. In the morning I wake up and go to breakfast find my party buddies and find out that the knock at the door was actually 4 cops not CA's. I ran from the cops something that is entirely new experience for me.

 I lived to fight another day !!!!!!