These stories were written by students for their JRN 101H class. They are reported stories about the lives of other students on campus.
As they realized the wait time, 30 minutes for a Chipotle burrito, they decided to call it quits.
After a long day of broomball, they were starved, but the guys they were with had split off, leaving them to walk all the way back to the Western dorms in the dark streets.
It was the night after the Miami vs. Cincinnati game.
Along their way back, men on benches celebrated the Bearcats, directing their jeers toward the Miami girls.
They could smell the pungent weed the guys had smoked.
They picked up the pace.
Being from an all-female school, Cece had never had to worry about guys.
Now she simply hoped to get home without incident.
Keeping an eye out for any other groups of men, they had made it almost all the way back to their dorms when a group of 20 guys turned the corner.
All together, the girls followed the same set of motions, and Cece was no different; it was like she naturally knew.
Eyes forward, close together, fast-paced and fists clenched.
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Cece began to try and will into existence the fact that they wouldn’t be bothered.
Yet that didn’t stop them.
A guy left the group, stopped inches away from her face, and began to bark at her.
They all froze in place.
Cece’s mind began to spin, looking for a place to run, searching for a passerby to cling to for help.
Now bored, he left the girls be.
The shocked group found themselves back home much faster than they would have thought.
As Cece went to her room, she thought about how she had hoped she could trust guys she didn’t know a bit more. Yet to her disappointment, she had been proven wrong.