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Wednesday, January 8th, 2003 at about 9:37 pm

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Luckily, the parents both took this very well. They didn’t even seem to want to punish me. They didn’t mention anything either way, though, so it’s possible they’ll discuss it and then come up with something. Somehow my dad knew about this, too. He spilled something while we were making dinner, and said, “Oh, whoops.” It was pretty foolish of him, but accidental. “Glad it was just you and me who saw that.” Then he waited a moment, and then, “Not like the police are here or anything.” And I just thought “Oh, shit.” But he was still amused, so I’ve been lucky. He thinks I’m an idiot, but I can live with that.

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my first ride in a cop car

Wednesday, January 8th, 2003 at about 5:26 pm

my first ride in a cop car

::Sigh::… not the best of days. It’s rather ironic, really. This morning I was wondering about what would happen if I were to get arrested. I didn’t think about why I might get picked up, just wondering what would happen in the aftermath. While I didn’t get arrested today, I came close enough to scare me away from wondering anymore.

Zuke and I went down to the Union to get some McDonald’s. It was actually some of the worst food I’ve gotten there, it was cold and rubbery, but that’s entirely besides the point (and what was I expecting from McDonald’s food?). On our way back we were walking up Matthews when we spotted this sign lieing on the sidewalk. It was still attached to the metal thing that at one point had held it up, but it wasn’t put up. Just lying on the sidewalk. Zuke and I have this thing with signs, for some reason, and we’ve been plotting to take one for a while. Again, never one that was really in use, but there are enough of them lying around that look broken to some degree. We had taken one laying right outside the school a couple months ago and put it under a bush. When it was still there three days later, we decided no one wanted it and took it. We put it in Kovacs’s office (why, I cannot say). More on what eventually happened to it later.

Anyway, Zuke picked up this sign and we started walking away with it. He said something like “They won’t care if we take this, right?” “Nah,” I said, because I really didn’t think anyone would. We had made it not 20 feet when U of I parking & maintenance people showed up. “Hey, what’re you doing with that sign?” We, of course, had no real answer. We told them we found it lying on the ground and figured no one wanted it. Well, they weren’t too happy. Unhappy enough to call the police.

So they radio for a policeman, and with 5 to 10 minutes one shows up. He wasn’t very happy either. He had us wait by the police car for a few minutes (after asking for my ID) and talked to the two U of I people. They could have said anything from “Give ‘em a scare, these goddamn kids have been stealing shit like crazy lately” (apparently there’s been a problem with vandalism and such) to “Do whatever you want with ‘em” or maybe something completely different. I have no idea. But the cop came back after talking to them and told us he was going to take us back to the school and talk to our principal. He said we weren’t under arrest, though (and made sure we understood that). We agreed, because at this point we were far from being in a position not to. While we were waiting Zuke was wondering out loud why the lights on top of the car were so small (they were different than normal police car lights). He asked the cop as we were getting into the car. I don’t think he really liked this, just said “Because they’re LEDs.” But at least Zuke didn’t ask a stupid question, which is more than I can say for me.

As we were riding the one block back to school (this all happened within sight of the building). He was telling us how taking anything lost or broken, no matter where the hell it is, is considered theft. I asked “What if it’s garbage?”. I don’t know what kind of idiot talks back to a policeman, but apparently I’m of that type. This didn’t make him very happy. “We could do a lot of ‘What Ifs’ with this. What if I put you in handcuffs and take you in?”. That shut me up really fast.

We got back to the school, and went in to the main office. It of course gets you a few looks to walk in behind a cop. I tihnk someone wanted to take a picture, but Kovacs of course didn’t allow that. She happened to be in the office, and so dealt with us when the cop asked for the principal. She was very nice about the whole thing. Zuke explained what had happened, and it was discussed a while with the cop there in the meeting room of the office. Dr. J walked in about halfway through, and he was very nice about it as well. I explained what had happened to him while Zuke gave the officer his name and address and such. The policeman gave me back my ID, and after seeing that this was being dealt with and that he had done everything he could do, left. Zuke and I talked some more to Kovacs and Dr. J about an appropriate reaction and such. Obviously there has to be some sort of punishment, but they seemed very open in terms of it. Kovacs said we had 24 hours to tell our parents before she called home, and we should think and discuss what appropriate consequences or other “proactive” measures might be. At this point it looks like we might write a letter, maybe community service, and I suggested revoking our open campus privileges (which I’d rather do than community service, but Zuke was mad at me for suggesting it).

Somehow most of the school knew about this within 15 minutes. A lot of people were rather supportive, which was nice. A surprising number also asked if we asked him to turn on the siren. I don’t think they quite grasped how freaked out we were.

After talking about it we decided we had better tell Kovacs about the sign we had hid in her office (which was still there, behind the file cabinet) a few months ago. She took it and said she’d dispose of it, which I was happy about.

So I’ve told my mom, and she took it very well. She thought it was funny. But then, she’s always been rather liberal. I’m more worried about my dad, who isn’t terribly strict by any stretch of the imagination, but is, as my mom said, “very straightlaced”. So we’ll see how things go.

In the meantime, I’d better get my homework done. I don’t have much, about which I am very happy, because otherwise this day would have been a lot worse.

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