More or less, this (<--click!) is how I feel when I have to be signed into a friend’s dorm.
OK, in all seriousness, being signed in is often humiliating. I'm basically being told that I have neither the authority nor the legitimacy to enter by my accord. What's more, I have to stand there with an invisible scarlet BC on my forehead, as I endure the not-so-infrequent judgment of a few CC/SEAS students who desperately need me to know that I'm apparently dumber than them, or just inferior in general. In short, standing there waiting to be signed in, I feel either like a call girl or a reject (or Princess Leia as Jabba's prisoner). Basically, like a second rate citizen, on a campus where I’m told that I belong, but I’m shown that I’m a guest.
