Freshmen!
Between move-in (last week) and the start of class (this week), there’s been a lot of confused freshmen running around. And kids say the darndest things:
“But we’re on the ground floor. How do we get down to the basement?” (Standing in front of the elevator.)
“Your parents are lawyers in New York too?! No way!” “What are the odds?!” (Better than they apparently would’ve thought. I can only hope they were being ironic.)
“I’m looking for room 1300… anyone know where 1300 is?” … while standing in front of a taped up sign pointing the way to 1300.
And of course there was the guy I saw last night while heading in to lab (about midnight) to finish up some slides. “I have to go, now!” he announced to the world at large, and stepped over to a bush near the flagpole. (Not exactly the most secluded spot.) In full view of his date and the world at large, he unzipped and proceeded to … wet his shoes. (Clearly he hadn’t had his first sociology lecture yet, or else he would’ve aimed for the flag instead of the ground.)
I’m guessing the last guy was drunk, but is it really too much for a prestigious Big 10 school to hope that its incoming students will at least be toilet trained and able to read a map?