Turned 17. Although I suspect the orphanage just took the day she left me at their doorstep for my birthday.
Met a professor at the library - or rather, she attacked me from behind with those humongous womanly assets of hers. This university is a dangerous place to live in. Don't really care that she's a professor here, but she knows her name. Don't come back into my life now, when you've left me alone for 17 years. I've survived pretty well, no thanks to you.