I am sitting in the back of a SMART bus, on my way to Royal Oak, sweating. In my purse is a newspaper-to hide behind, as in bad movies-and three large navel oranges to sustain me through my stakeout. 

When students here can’t stand another minute they get drunk and hurl themselves off the top floor of the Gehring Building, the shortest building on campus. The windows were tamper-proofed in August