Security

The Olympics are here.  Or so it feels.  Volunteers clan with Olympic symbols and blue uniforms have invaded every public corner.  They are ready to help with directions, figuring out the subway, and security at the Tsinghua University gate.  Most of these jobs don't look very pleasant. 

The newest addition to security is the sign in at the entrance of our dorm.  Right next to the elevators, they are positioned so no one sneaks by.  Being that we have lived in this dorm for the past month, the front desk ladies who greet us with a smile and a ni hao everyday.  We know they know us.  Most of the people in our group slide past the table and jump on the elevator as quick as possible.  Only the first time did they try to stop them.  The annoyance is that they don't actually  check your passport, they only want the passport number written down.  Emily resorted to writing Thisisdumb as her name.  Why be a rebel in China?  Because the unnecessary is annoying.  I don't know.  

I added a picture of my media credentials as well.  My ticket to access.  Without I can't get into the Olympic Green, with it, I feel a step closer to being a journalist.