Have You Heard the One About. . .Pegged Pants?

This is the segment in which we pass along interesting “PCC stories,”
stories you just can’t get, or appreciate, anywhere else on earth!

Story from K—.

One day back when, I hate to admit, pegged pants were the “in” thing, PCC had a rule against wearing pegged pants. Well, one day I was walking from Coberly South to the Administration building, and out of one of the second story windows I saw a Dean (no longer there) staring at me from the
window.

I proceeded to walk into the Administration building, and before I even got through the doors I noticed this Dean running, yes, running towards me. He came up to me, out of breath, and asked me if my pants were pegged. I said yes and that I would fix them. He refused this idea and sent me back to
my dorm room to change plus he wrote me up a demerit.

Yes, I was wrong (the merits of this rule notwithstanding). But is such earnestness warranted to write someone up for such a petty offense?

Well, this is a good question. Earnestness to write someone up for a petty offense simply should never occur in a civilized society of adults. ~ The Voice.

Have You Heard the One About…Chapel Seating?

This is the segment in which we pass along interesting “PCC stories,”
stories you just can’t get, or appreciate, anywhere else on earth!

Story from P—

Toward the end of my senior year at PCC, I recall a few days when my father and brother came to visit. They had never been to PCC before, and so I was eager for them to be impressed, but anxious at not knowing what bizarre thing might happen.

During one of the days they both came to the chapel service. I sat on the very last row that students sat in up in the balcony. There were two or three empty rows behind me, and so I told them they could just sit up there. The row monitor sat right next to me, and when we arrived in the auditorium, I told her that I would sit in the row immediately behind where we sat because of my father and brother being there. I obviously wanted to sit with them. She said it was fine (I was relieved to have her permission, this girl who was younger than me. . .).

So, I sat with my father and brother right behind my normal seat. Well, one of the residence managers came up to me afterwards and asked to speak to me alone. I said sure. He gave me demerits for not sitting in my assigned seat! Keep in mind that I was 23 years old, sitting ONE seat behind my assigned one, with the row monitor’s permission and with my father and brother. I guess there is no such thing as “spirit of the law”???

Well, if there is, it sure has a funny way of being shown! — ed.