On Sunday afternoon, students trudged up and down Spring Street, weighed down by laundry, groceries and backpacks full of books.
I stood in their path, like the scary nagging mom they thought they left at home.
I asked, “Have you heard?”
I told them, “A student said she was attacked here early Saturday morning.”
I demanded, “What are you doing to be safe on campus?”
To a one, all of the dozen or so college girls I talked to said yes, they were aware, and yes they were being more careful about their safety.