Having missed the orientation due to weather/flight delay/missed connection and not living in the Superdorms, I have no friends and all I want to do is talk to people loudly/energetically/with gusto. The dearth of friendship was expected, but it was not expected that I would have two full weeks void of orientation/ice breakers/trust building exercises, and thereby void of friends for a similar amount of time.
Faced by such a prospect, I walked to the Superdorm (where international students who are not me live) with the intention of knocking on all occupied rooms and introducing myself; it seems that instead of culture shock, my body/mind/subconscious has opted for extroversion. Unfortunately for me/the people who live in the Superdorm/the people I'm going to tell you about in the next paragraph, Superdorm does not abide by the St. Olaf door decorations/ propped doors/ signal of inhabitance code of Midwest friendliness, so I didn't get to meet any Superdormers in the Superdorm.
To cope, I started attacking anyone I thought to be a Superdormer on the streets of Istanbul's Bebek district:
Blond? We're about to be friends.
Wearing a college hoodie? Let's do brunch at 11.
Buying an ice cream in English and ending with a Turkish 'thank you'? I love that international-looking scarf you're wearing-- let's go buy you another!
Taking a picture of a stray cat sitting on a concrete block? I'm planning a friendly message to leave on your Facebook wall right now.
Digging for a campus map in your fanny pack? Don't talk to me.
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