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Fun Summer Registration Follies!
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So at 8:45 AM, my father picked me up so we could go to the summer school registration office and get me registered for those classes as well, since the cost of summer class can't just be put on the master bill, and my checking account can't handle a $3,380 tuition charge.

This was more entertaining than previously thought. My thwarted attempt to register online was still in the system, so they knew which classes I wanted; that was good, since I had left my course manual in my dormitory and hence couldn't look them up. But the lady doing the registration apparently noticed something unusual, so summoned her supervisor, who was as perplexed as she was.

"You're in the Engineering school?"
"Yes, I've been here for a year."
"Hmm." *sounds of typing* "Who are you here with?"
"What do you mean? My advisor is Professor Kenneth J. Goldman..."
"Uhm... okay. Right, you're going to be starting next fall?"
"It will be my third semester- uh, here's my student ID."
"But the system says you're underage- but you're already in- it- is this wrong?"
At that point, my father stepped in to the conversation. "No, he's 17, and he's been here for two semesters and the Freshman Summer Academic Program..."
"Oh. Uh, let me clear that hold for you..."

Ah, it's fun being a 17-year-old freshman at a college set up for 18- and 19- year-old freshmen. No, sincerely- I found the entire exchange highly entertaining. I like watching people get confused over my youth!

Not that the topic usually comes up until official records of me are retrieved. Guesses I've recieved for my age so far vary from 18 to 23, but never on this campus have I actually had a correct first guess without the person to whom I am speaking already being explicitly made aware that I'm younger than most. My CS 241 professor (Dr. Sally Goldman) guessed that I was a sophomore (no, I'll be a sophomore when I'm in her 400-level class next semester), people I've worked with on Physics problem-sets in frantic last-minute forbidden collaboration in the TA office tend to guess me as the same, one of the workers at Bear's Den, Anita, was honestly surprised to discover that I'm not yet a junior...

(Insert unrelated rant here about living in a state where the age-of-consent is 17 and you can't buy condoms until you're 18. Not that it's relevant to me.)

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I was 17 when I started college too... but didn't have any problems

*jealous of you both!*

I'd guess that about 50% of freshman are 17 -- no?

Well, I'm in the UK, and you absolutely have to be 18, no exceptions. I'll actually be 19 when I start, due to my birthday.

Oh, I see. In the US, anything goes... as usual.

Not at Washington University, anyway. The split is actually about 50/50 18 and 19, with more on the younger end of that. 17 really is somewhat out-of-band.

Will you be at tomorrow's TopCoder SRM?

No, I have a CubScout activity with my son. Weekends are "Family days". SRMs are "me-time" which I don't get during weekends.

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Oh, but until you're 21, the age of consent is 14. *Then* it's seventeen. At least here in crazy ol' Missouri.

Regarding your last note, I'm surprised - it's very easy to get hold of birth control here, from dispensers in public toilets to seeing the GP or visiting a family planning place, the last two who will see people below 16 and provide them with birth control, judging that it's better to try to prevent pregnancies if people will be doing things anyway.

It's not that difficult to obtain such things at Washington Univeristy, it's just that the only place for it is the free-take-one-or-several baskets of condoms they have in the Student Health Services waiting room, and there's usually someone else in the room. Remember that this is repressed American society where it is a thing of shame...

Heh. I was 17 when I started college too, but I don't remember anyone even noticing the fact. I was skipped over a grade in elementary school.


Heh, when I started, we scoffed at the sixteen-year-old frosh.

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