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The navigator

Four months later, on the anxiety-ridden night before Outdoor Action, one of my soon-to-be friends and I decided to make the ambitious odyssey from Pyne Hall to Forbes to retrieve some trip necessities. We excitedly dashed out of the corner door and started walking briskly in what we thought was the direction of Forbes. Twenty yards out, we faced our first challenge: A fellow Forbesian had followed us out to inform us that we were, indeed, going in the wrong direction.

But I wasn't stressed. So what if I couldn't find my way around campus? I was still a pre-frosh. The moment I became a real freshman, the campus map would magically appear in my brain, and I would know the precise coordinates of every building on Princeton's campus (and Forbes).

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Naturally, I was slightly alarmed two weeks later to find myself walking through Whitman College and stopping at a fork in the road with no idea which path to take. Left or right? Maybe I should take the path not taken, down the middle. No, that'll just put me on course to crash into a lamppost. Left or right? I turned right and started walking. Two steps later, I turned suddenly, hopped back and turned left. Two tentative steps down the left fork, I looked longingly at the right and wondered if I had made the right choice in abandoning it.

"Hey, I saw that," my across-the-hall neighbor chuckled, "if you're going to Fine, it's this way, past the construction site."

Then he overtook me on the left fork, and I followed him to Fine.

And as we walked in silence past Elm Drive, the Butler construction site and most of lower campus, something clicked in my head. No, the campus map did not suddenly appear with every building labeled. I still can't properly use a campus map. But I did start seeing connections. Fine is through Whitman and past the construction sites. Friend is through Spelman and diagonally across campus. On the diagonal are Whig, Clio and the army of headless men. Then there's Robertson, across the plaza from Frick, both on Washington Road, up from Frist and across from McCosh. I've got it! This is my school now! I know exactly how to get to all of my classes and how to get myself home.

As for the buildings where I don't have classes, they'll just have to be tackled next semester. My brain is too full now.

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