Getting Fingerprinted
Apr. 26th, 2011 04:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsI had to go to the school district headquarters to get fingerprinted.
The odd thing about the district headquarters is just how much they fulfill the stereotypes. The place has paint, panelling, and architecture straight out of the 1970s. It looks and feels like you've just walked into a coming-of-age script for people my age. Oddly enough, they were just as dingy in 1977 as they are now.
It took two tries. I apparently have faint fingerprints, and the machine they used, a glorified scanner, had trouble seeing the ridges.
It was a faintly surreal experience, with a patient woman massaging a lotion into my fingers to make the ridges more pronounced, then instructing me on how to relax so she could do the "finger rolls" and "finger slaps" necessary to collect all the information needed.
It took about half an hour. And now my prints get sent off to Washington. We shall see if my blatant crossing-the-streets against the "no crossing" sign scofflawry registers.
The odd thing about the district headquarters is just how much they fulfill the stereotypes. The place has paint, panelling, and architecture straight out of the 1970s. It looks and feels like you've just walked into a coming-of-age script for people my age. Oddly enough, they were just as dingy in 1977 as they are now.
It took two tries. I apparently have faint fingerprints, and the machine they used, a glorified scanner, had trouble seeing the ridges.
It was a faintly surreal experience, with a patient woman massaging a lotion into my fingers to make the ridges more pronounced, then instructing me on how to relax so she could do the "finger rolls" and "finger slaps" necessary to collect all the information needed.
It took about half an hour. And now my prints get sent off to Washington. We shall see if my blatant crossing-the-streets against the "no crossing" sign scofflawry registers.
