I walked out of the building around 9:15pm, after the intro to darkroom lab class was finished and i had talked to the professor. I was in my head when i left the building. I was tired and distracted with thoughts of Jerry Uelsmann, and my soon to be photographic wonders. I walked over to my bike, unlocked it and turned on the backlight. I hit the button twice to go from a solid red to a blinking red. Three times would have made it strobe but that annoys me so i never use it. I pulled the bike back out of the bike rack and reached my hand to the handle bars prepared to click twice to turn on the front light to blinking. Like i said i was tired so it took me a moment to register what was actually wrong when i pressed the spot the light should have been and nothing happened. The light was gone. Sometime in the 2.5 hours i had been in class someone thought it best to remove the light from my bike. Sometimes i hate people. But i guess i should be greatful that they didn’t steal the bike. I proceeded to ride my bike home hoping that my blinking red back light would be enough for cars to not hit me. As it turns out it was.. this time.