The school requires all students,
faculty, staff, etc. to get parking stickers to put on the front windshield of
their vehicle. There’s a little ID code on the sticker and they are color
coded. They tell you who you are and what you mean to the school. Your rank. Your identification.
When the student or staff receives a parking ticket, we assume it is for
a traffic violation of some sort; “you don’t belong here, you belong there.”
They pinch our skin (ridiculous fines), and send us on our way. But what if it’s something more?
The ticket then doesn’t have
something to do with something we do on campus,
but rather, what they’ve caught us doing off campus.
We see them creeping around town sometimes. Scooting around, late at night,
after the show at The Majestic, in neighborhoods, at the drive-thrus. They’ve also
got their spies. Residential spies. The
little orange ticket is no longer, “you don’t belong here,” it is now, “I know what you’ve been doing.” They’ve got you.
They know who you are, where you live, what classes you’re taking. What car you
drive.
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