March of Shame

My freshman year of college, a couple of my classes were on a campus an hour from where I lived. One of those classes required a term paper that was more than half of the grade. Naturally, on the day that it's due, I was running late; overslept, tripped over the cat, car trouble. You name it, it happened. So I was doing 90 on the highway to try to get to class on time so my... Read More » professor wouldn't fail me and I get pulled over by the county sheriff's office. Being female and decently attractive, when I see that the cop's a man, I instantly turn on the waterworks. He swallowed it, hook, line and sinker. He lets me off with a warning and I get to class in time to sneak in and submit my paper. The kicker here: The class I was running late for? Criminal Justice 101.

February 3, 2012