It's been four weeks in Cambridge now. I really don't have time for long posts as I usually like to write, so here's a snapshot of a derpy frosh moment:
Today I went to Memorial Hall to hand in my study card. It's essentially the only time I'll ever get to enter that building, unless I commit some serious grievance and get in major trouble.
I handed in the form finalizing my courses for the semester, and as I was leaving I was stopped by a lady.
"Do you want to register to vote?"
Surprised, I replied, "Oh, I'm not old enough. I'm still seventeen."
"Will you be eighteen by November 4th?"
"Uh, no. December birthday."
She looked surprised by that, and then let me leave.
Halfway out of the building, as I mulled over the awkward exchange, it suddenly occurred to me:
Why didn't I just tell her that I'm Canadian?
-cookielime
