Scene: The new departmental building, late at night.
<enter Me>
Security Guard: Wait! Are you a student here?
Me: No. I'm an eccentric heiress who wears secondhand clothing, doesn't shower regularly, carries around a shit ton of books, and hangs out in dingy academic buildings during the wee hours of the night.
Yes, I'm a bloody student.
Piss off.
Must be the Murphy genes. I got pulled out in Toronto customs for a separate questioning. The guy in the line next to me was carrying everything he owned in a plastic bag and was waved on thru. Oh well, it's nice to be noticed. Dad.
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