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you trespassed. They"re going to get you. Run! Run, before anyone catches you.

    The voice won, and I climbed over the gate, catching the flare of my favorite jeans on one of the spikes protruding from the top. For several seconds, I acted like a hopscotch player on crack while trying to free my leg from its wrought-iron trap. Then I saw a group of three students exiting Calvin College and heading toward Old Campus. I stopped hopping. Maybe they wouldn‘t see me if I stayed perfectly still. Hey, it worked for those people in Jurassic Park .

    Fortunately, the average college student has the environmental acuity of a beanbag chair. They don‘t even look both ways before crossing the street. So they didn‘t look down High Street at the girl who was stuck to the Rose & Grave gate.

    I ripped my hem free, and then, torn denim flapping on the cement behind me, sprinted away from the tomb at a pace that would have easily earned me a spot on the Eli track team.

    I didn‘t slow to a jog until I was back inside my residential college courtyard. Eli University, kind of like Harry Potter‘s Hogwarts, is arranged according to this British boarding school–style residential house system. We don‘t use a magical sorting hat or anything like that, but when you matriculate, you‘re assigned to one of twelve residential ―colleges‖ that determines where you live, which dining hall you eat in, what allegiance you take during intramural sports, and which dean has the privilege of lowering the ax when you screw up. Every one of the twelve colleges comes supplied with resident faculty as well as its own dean, a sort of collegiate ―principal‖ who serves as an academic advisor and resident disciplinarian, and a college master, who oversees our social scene and college-specific organizations. If you couldn‘t turn in a paper on time, you went to your dean for help. If you wanted some funds to hold a Prescott College chili cook-off, the master was the go-to guy (or girl).

    The worst punishment you can get at Eli short of expulsion is called ―rustication‖—which means that after a fun-filled period of suspension, you are welcomed back into the bosom of Eli but stripped of your college identity. From that point on, the rusticated individual can‘t live on campus (all undergrad housing is based on college designation) and doesn‘t have a college master or dean to turn to in the rough times. You‘re merely marking time and classroom credits until the diploma. It‘s named after a type of banishment popular during the Roman Empire, which says a lot about these schools‘ puffed self-images. College identity is paramount, even to people with much more powerful affiliations—like Rose & Grave. If ever you meet another Eli grad, the very first question you‘ll be asked is, ―What college were you in?‖

    I was a member of Prescott College, which was named after one of the school‘s founders. Other colleges are named after Connecticut towns (Hartford College, where Glenda lived) and famous historical figures, scientists, and religious leaders (such as Calvin College, next to the Rose & Grave tomb). Though nowadays your college assignment is mostly random (but you can choose to be in the same college as your sibling or parent was), it used to be that each college had a specific personality based on its members—kind of like secret societies. Prescott College was once known as the ―legacy‖ college—it‘s where the President lived while he was at Eli, as well as his father before that. It still has a lot of money in trust from alumni donations, and really big rooms. So I lucked out there, since I‘m neither a legacy nor richer than Trump.

    I looked up at my suite; still dark, which meant Lydia hadn‘t come home yet. I thought about going to find some of my other friends, but knew that no conversation would last ten minutes before I blurted out, ―Would a secret society tap a person then disappear? Hypothetically, of