I arrived on a bleak day. Even though the weather was rather pitiful, the campus highlighted it in its wonderful Gothic architecture the atmosphere of the place (The campus is SO beautiful in the spring, when the foliage returns and the greenery is rekindled). I also remembered how pathetic I felt unpacking my stuff in my room. My roommate drove to school, and so had the luxury of bringing every conceivable and unecessary luxury, such as a drawing board, a paperweight, and decorative bookmarks. I still couldn't get my laptop fixed, after a beeline trip to the Campus Computer Store (I was turned down because 1) it wasn't a Mac and 2) I had international warranty, so it is not in their policy to repair something that is under warranty). Not to mention my first time dialing a 1800 hotline number, navigating through the conundrums of voice recognition and customer-service bureaucracy. I wanted efficiency, but had no means to summon it. I felt lost in a country which, in some bizarre fashion, remotely resembled a third world country.