Excitement
From my awkward vantage point, forehead pressed against the bannister in an insufferably curious crouch, looking down over a veritable army of policepersons milling in a fluorescent swarm outside...my vision seduced by fleeting glimpses of pink, bare, naked skin. They had him nailed to the damp, dewy grass in a crippling armlock. They had him nailed. They had him.
Dear Diary, today a student was arrested for chucking bottles at the Authority and breaking into the Student Union. He well pissed off one of the coppers by spitting in his face. It was wicked cool.
(English colloquialism has my tongue in a crippling slanglock. It's got me hooked. It's got me.)
It is the first week of term. Routine has hardly been established yet, and already it has been broken.
University is wicked cool.