Close Encounters with Jesuit Justice

My collar tightened. My feet left the ground. I passed through the window and hung three stories up from the concrete quadrangle. The people down below stopped playing basketball, curious about the tiny freshman hanging high above.

I believed I’d be snagged by one of the dangerous seniors (see my first post). I kicked and squirmed and swatted at the hand that held my collar.

“Let go of me!”

Luckily, he didn’t. Instead, Father Tom, our Prefect of Discipline, eased me back into the building and pl...