Never assume -- it will make an ass of u and me. That was the first commandment, written on the blackboard when i walked in to Journalism 101. Millennia later and i'm still aggressively flouting this cornerstone of my profession. Example A, above: Because of the retro shirtdress she scored at a garage sale, because of the subversive lip ring mashed up with docile side-parted hair, because of the cute embroidered flats, because we are standing in the shadow of Macalester's new fancy building, i'm going to go ahead and assume she's a Macalester student here for an enriching semester of experimentation and gratis happy hour food. Maybe i assume too much. Maybe i've made an ass of u and me. Like that's a bad thing.