I Am Not a Terrorist

I went to the US border on Thursday, and they agreed! Looks like I can go to school there. The process itself though was rather dull. The immigration office at the Queenston-Lewiston bridge was built in the early 1960s (I was so bored, I read the plaque). From what I can tell, they've done nothing to update it since. Even the vending machine had hideous wood panelling. There was no reading material other than a sad display of missing and abducted children. Most people were sitting on the standard-issue waiting room chairs, but I chose to stand through most of it. I guess working on my feet all day has left standing as my default posture. I don't think any of the other were getting student visas though, there was a confused group of German seniors and a young Korean family in the same state. There was a truck driver who the officials had decided was too sketchy to visit the US as well as others whose papers were in some kind of disorder. The whole place reminded me of the kind of setting that Kafka might use if he were writing The Trial today. Rather dull and bureaucratic, but yet a place that could take away my passport if it saw fit.