I'm sure he was there when you were there. Can't remember his name, but he was an instituion - I think he had been there since Fr. Sorin first got lost in the woods of Northern Indiana.

Had to go meet with him for a "discussion" one Monday morning when, after returning from a late Saturday night beer run, I got busted driving a car onto campus via the library sidewalk. (Used to be that you could drive over the curb at the library circle and drive on the sidewalk to what used to be a small parking lot behind Farley. Unfortunately a campus police car was sitting in the lot with its lights off waiting for someone just like me to try.) It got worse when he learned that the car belonged to the brother of a Farley resident whose room had been visited by security several times that night as the result of a party that got, in his view, out of hand. Maybe the mountain of furniture and empties that had been tossed from windows and lay in a heap of wreckage in the Farley courtyard the next morning had something to do with his perception. For some reason he thought that the names were more than a coincidence and that I might have had some responsibility for the fracas.

I guess talking my way out of that one was the first sign that I was destined to be a lawyer.

The most amazing thing was, they never opened the trunk, so they didn't confiscate the beer. The delivery was somewhat delayed, but succesful nonethless.

"Who's the dorm that threww the doggy down the laundry chute?"

I was a member of the last class, I believe, to enjoy the late-night food fight. You'd think they'd figure something was up when I asked the little server for 24 sausage links and 15 pancakes.

It was still going on when I left. Funny thing was, I was walking out with three donuts and, in the middle of the biggest food fight I've ever seen, the ID checker tried to stop me from walking out with "more than one food item." Lucky for me, someone nailed her in the back of the head with a pancake and I was able to make my escape.

make the jello cubes stick to the ceiling with the embedded pencils on quieter days.

A similiar classic to the bed trick was setting up a guy's whole dorm room on the North quad, complete with a working desk light (long extension cord).

"Shave-bombing" every room on the first floor of Keenan (frosh mostly)at about 3:00A.M. one weekend senior year.

Should have never gone to class...

Sophomore year, one guy who was in the dope selling business decided to get a pet monkey. He kept the damn thing in our section all semester without being detected, but by December the smell got to be so bad we made him give it up. The next year he found Jesus, gave up dope, and started going to class. He turned in four consecutive 4.0 semesters and graduated.

My friend Charlie got drunk one night and decided he could get his car airborne if he drove fast enough. He actually got on the runway at the SB airport but couldn't achieve lift-off. He blamed it on having too many passengers.

it was the 20 stolen cases of Tequila in the trunk.