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Never, thankfully. Many of my friend's parents were profs, and we spent many nights running around, and on top of university buildings, shooting each other with disk guns, squirt guns, etc. We got caught by university police a few times, and had some great escapes (once actually hiding in lockers as they walked by), but never any arrests. They just took our names every time and sent us on our way.
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thenewgreen · 4489 days ago · link ·
Perhaps, or maybe you guys were just cut from the cloth and were untouchable? But from what you mention mk, it seems like pretty benign stuff.
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Yeah, we also broke into some prof offices by going through the ceiling, but only left enigmatic notes. We were good kids.
Crazy thing though: Not long after our hi-jinks had ended, two kids from our high school were caught breaking into a candy machine by my friend's neighbor (a math prof) in one of the same buildings. These kids chased him down, beat him senseless with a pipe wrench, and left him for dead in the snow. He survive, but was brain damaged, and could never teach math again. The assholes were picked up soon after (for bragging about it), and sent to jail.
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