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Quinn on Exchange
Apr. 2nd, 2019 08:30 pmQuinn on Exchange
University of New England, Armidale, New South Wales, Commonwealth of Australia
Monday, 23 February 2004
10:30 am, AEDT (Australian Eastern Daylight Time)
Quinn Morgendorffer looked at the residential college that was going to be her home for the next 9 months as she stepped out of the taxi cab that had brought her there from the local airport.
“Mary White College,” she said, reading the sign on the building. She then went to help the driver lift her baggage out of the trunk. ‘No, Boot,’ she thought, recalling the Australian term that her sister, Daria, had told her when she was leaving Lawndale the day after Christmas.
Quinn entered the Dining Hall where the ‘Freshers’, as the Aussies called new arrivals at a university, were signing into the college. ‘Although I am certainly a junior,’ Quinn thought.
“Name?” asked a lady who looked about 10 years older than Quinn, with freckles and pixie short hair a few shades darker.
“Morgendorffer, Quinn.”
The lady, who’s nametag read ‘Peta’ looked on the room sheets in front of her. “Morgendorffer, Quinn. Block 2, Room 16,” she said.
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University of New England, Armidale, New South Wales, Commonwealth of Australia
Monday, 23 February 2004
10:30 am, AEDT (Australian Eastern Daylight Time)
Quinn Morgendorffer looked at the residential college that was going to be her home for the next 9 months as she stepped out of the taxi cab that had brought her there from the local airport.
“Mary White College,” she said, reading the sign on the building. She then went to help the driver lift her baggage out of the trunk. ‘No, Boot,’ she thought, recalling the Australian term that her sister, Daria, had told her when she was leaving Lawndale the day after Christmas.
Quinn entered the Dining Hall where the ‘Freshers’, as the Aussies called new arrivals at a university, were signing into the college. ‘Although I am certainly a junior,’ Quinn thought.
“Name?” asked a lady who looked about 10 years older than Quinn, with freckles and pixie short hair a few shades darker.
“Morgendorffer, Quinn.”
The lady, who’s nametag read ‘Peta’ looked on the room sheets in front of her. “Morgendorffer, Quinn. Block 2, Room 16,” she said.
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