You bring yourself before the door of the Clark University Undergraduate Student Council. You knock twice, then try the handle. It opens, and you're looking at one very surprised Dana rep (although you obviously don't know that). He drops his pencil into his coffee.

 You ask him about the questions that were on your mind. He stammers, and finally says something real vague about "student representatives."

 "What about representatives?"

 "Well, uh, you should find them. They'll talk to their constituents, and they will report back to Council, and your thing will be addressed eventually." The student, Mitch, according to his name tag, is sweating heavily and his eyes are darting back and forth in his head. He seems like he is under extreme pressure.

 "I don't understand. What do representatives represent?"

 "Students."^A

 "So students don't have to participate in politics at Clark? I mean, when you hold a rally, instead of 300 students, you have 2 reps standing with signs in the rain? What's the point?"

 That's when Mitch grabs for the gun in his coat.

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