Day in the Life of a Criminal Justice Major

It was the Criminal Justice major, with the magnifying glass, in the Library

When I came to Pensacola Christian College as a freshman last year, I took a while to explore the campus. During the first few weeks, I didn’t know that there was an elevator in the library. I didn’t know there were six floors either, but even when I figured out about the floors, I still didn’t know about the elevator.

As I was descending the six flights of stairs one day, I came to a halt mid-staircase. What was that? I’d seen a flash of something yellow on the 2nd floor.

I pressed my face up to the glass of a little-enclosed room on that floor and did a double take! A length of “caution” tape was strapped around a little folding table inside! The floor was scattered with trash, and a large chalkboard stood crookedly in the corner with strange writing all over it. What caught my attention most, however, was a large spot on the linoleum of the floor. I strained my eyes to see what it was. Paint? Juice? Another individual might have left it at that.

Not me.

Trying the doorknob, I was delighted to find that it turned. Call me Nancy Drew. I could almost hear my own little epic theme song playing. I twisted my head around slightly to see if anyone was watching. Nope.

I turned back to the door and opened it, slipping into the room noiselessly.

Inside, a musty glow from the wide panes of the library windows settled upon the room. The silence hung so thickly about the room that I held my breath so as not to disturb it.

I knelt closer to the spot on the floor. Now, what in the world could it…

My breath caught. The spot was a puddle of something red—or at least it seemed so in the dim light. My eyes followed the tracks to a tarp in the corner of the room and—

“AHHHHH!” I must’ve jumped a foot.

There was a body sprawled across the tarp!

And then everything else happened in a moment. I jumped to my feet just as the door behind me swung open. I had just enough time to take a closer look at the body before it registered that someone else was standing next to me.
Is that…a dummy?

“What are you doing in our display room?” a student’s voice asked. “Are you a Criminal Justice major?” My little epic theme song came to a screeching halt.

Well, you can guess the rest. I had crept my way right into an investigation scene set up for the Criminal Justice majors to evaluate.

Call me Nancy Drew, I thought again, sheepishly this time, as I cleared the scene of the crime and descended the final flight of stairs to the 1st floor. Oh well. I had other places to go, other stairwells to climb, other—is that an elevator in our library? Yes!

Since then, I have had time for my pride to heal and to think about that little room. All CJ majors can go apply the skills that they’re learning and evaluate a specially designed crime scene—almost made me want to major in Criminal Justice!

The thoughts and opinions expressed in Life in the Nest are those of the authors and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of Pensacola Christian College.

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Major: Performance Studies

Home town: “This world is not my home, I’m just a-passin’ through...” Also, my dad is in the Air Force.

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