I was a non-traditional student with a full-time job who managed to squeeze in a couple of graduate classes each semester in pursuit of my master's degree.
Having completed all of the coursework, I got signed off for my ring, put down the money, and anxiously awaited ring day.
My fiancee and her two young kids by her first marriage accompanied me. Being in my mid-40s, I was probably the oldest student picking up his ring that day.
Before we went to the table where the rings were, we were directed to another table. It was labeled "Project Safety" or some words to that effect. This was the era when the school was doing its best to discourage ring dunking as part of a campaign to limit alcohol abuse. It wasn't mandatory, but were were asked to sign a safety pledge, that is, not to dunk our ring in alcohol.
Okay, I signed the pledge. In return, students gave me a bag containing various trinkets--all with some kind of safety theme. Then they noticed my fiancee's two kids, ages 7 and 5, and gave each of them a little bag also.
Suddenly, the student in charge of the table came over with a sense of urgency, and asked the kids for their bags. She went around the other side of the table and removed two items from each bag. Then she gave them back to the children with a smile.
What did she remove? Two condoms!
Project Safety, I guess.