This afternoon two uniformed officers stopped me near the east gate of campus. My stomach dropped straight to my shoes — I only had my passport photo saved on my phone, not the actual booklet. I showed them my enrollment letter too, and they looked at it, nodded, and asked me to please register at the local police station within 24 hours if I hadn’t already. Ke a leboga to the senior student from Nigeria who walked me there because my Chinese is still mostly gestures and hope. Is it normal to feel like you’re in a movie scene every time this happens? Small win: my residence permit is now officially on their system and I didn’t cry. 😅