Bad First Impressions


After this happened, I made a solid promise I would never make fun of campus security, but I still do. I always tend to make poor first impressions, but my first experience with campus security trumps anything else.
Losing something; we have all done it, or had it happen to us. You can lose your job, spouse, mind, or even car keys like I have done many times in the past.
When you lose an object, the place you find it is often way more embarrassing than not being able to unlock whatever it is you needed to keep safe.
There I was, first week of college, proud of myself for conquering the jungle that is high school, on my high horse and heading home after my classes.
I was walking on sunshine, and nothing could bring me down. Looking forward to driving home with the windows down, music up, dodging 18-wheelers, and so on.
My car keys were the only thing holding me back. I ALWAYS put my keys in my purse, but apparently leaving them in the ignition and locking the doors to keep them safe seemed like a better idea at the time.
After a few dozen hurried phone calls to my mom, dad, brother and anyone else I knew, I felt defeated. Even one of my artsy friends couldn’t break in to my car, I think today’s criminals are slacking.
Finally, my older brother returned my phone call, which he NEVER does. A college veteran himself, had been in my shoes in more way than one.
He informed me in so many words, the only good criminals on campus are on the security crew.
The same people who wait for unsuspecting college kids to light up a cigarette so they can get money from them not following the purpose of the designated smoking gazebo were actually there to help me?
Oh how the mighty have fallen! I swallowed my pride and feared the outcome…having to admit to someone else my stupidity.
These types of stories are never funny at the time if you are the one it happened to.
After an eternity, some paper work and a legal break-in later, I could finally leave.
I am forever in debt to campus security for helping me out.
I also curse when they write me a ticket for parking outside the lines, when my professors teach me to think outside the box.
They just do their job to make everything run smoothly, and I’ll continue to make their work cut out for them.


About Trish Reznick

Writer. Pessimistic optimist. News junkie. I write real estate advertising pieces, but my heart's in music journalism. To make the real estate biz more exciting I put music references in to a good percentage of my writings. I guess you could call me a liberal. I have an extensive record collection and I prefer them over MP3s any day... unless that particular day I plan on leaving my apartment. Considering I'm an extrovert, that is quite frequently. I'm a scorpio...which is a nice way of saying I have intense mood swings... I thought that was just called being a chick.

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