Confusing Residence with Ethnicity

by on Saturday, 6 October 2012


Once you go through the trouble of getting your visa and sorting out your accommodation, you are still yet to register with the university. Well, my registration took a while but simply because of a simple dilemma… I was born in China.

As I stood in line, I was asked multiple times, what course I was doing and of course, why is my English so good. You tend to get used to questions like this because to be fair, there isn’t much else to small talk about when it comes to waiting in a queue.

Once I was called to come forward, I was quiet happy as my legs were aching from standing so much and my head was spinning from the excitement of officially becoming a student at Newcastle University. But, being pessimistic, I knew there was going to be a problem.

I overheard earlier that one of the girls had her visa registered for a different university and had to go through a different queue and wait another hour there for her visa to get checked. Thus, my worries were increasing.

While waiting and daydreaming about all things that could have gone wrong (for example, I didn’t print out my CAS, I forgot my passport photo and I needed to register with the police in the first seven days of being in the UK), I didn’t realize that the man holding my passport has disappeared.

Getting a little more tense, I asked one of the ladies who sat right on the edge of her chair as if waiting for her shift to end, where he was. She said there was a small misunderstanding and he was just gone to check what’s wrong.

In twenty minutes, I see my passport clenched in someone else’s hands and a worrying look on their face. They look at a computer screen and say ‘Yes, surely this isn’t right… She’s white’.

That’s exactly when it hit me, it must say that my address and contact details are in Beijing. “No, no, I live in China, I was born there too, it’s all right.” – and this is followed by a loud ‘ohhhhh!’ and a laugh from all members of staff around me.

So, having spent a little extra time and having encountered a somewhat funny confusion about my origin, I got my student ID and was free to go explore the city, which I was soon to call my home. 

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