Little pitchers, big ears

Sometimes there are so many students around, they become an invisible, indivisible herd to the grown-ups. Professors may think that what they're up to is confidential, but odds are better that there's a student with bat-like hearing and X-ray vision lurking just around the corner or in the outer office or in the next bathroom stall, quietly memorizing every word. They really do hear all and see all.

Students, current and former, known and unknown, have been crowding my email-box with stuff they've witnessed and overheard, stories they're dying to tell or that they're urging me to on their behalf. So watch for these in upcoming chapters:

-- The rape victim denied morning-after pills "for religious reasons" by the pharmacist at the campus health center.

-- The cute male professor known as ``Hot Pockets'' and the undergrad girls who swarm his office hoping to earn ``extra credit.''

-- How a certain member of a Middle Eastern royal family got a new Mercedes by convincing a frat buddy to crash his one-year-old model into a wall.

-- The unforgettable experience of one student intern getting hit on repeatedly by an oft-married septuagenarian TV talk show host. Brace yourself for this one.

-- Spring break, the yacht and Bob Saget. Redefines ``Full House'' for a new generation.

-- Ladies' room stall No. 6, aka Purge-atory.

Thank you, one and all, for the submissions. We've only just begun.