Membership has its privileges

I may not have a door on my office, but I have a parking permit!
I was told today by a senior member of the Amherst faculty that my transition to life as a faculty member is an adjustment because I'm used to being told what to do, and, consequently, not considering myself an adult.
That's not entirely true -- I had quite a bit of autonomy at Berkeley (um, you could even go so far as to call it "free reign") -- but I'll admit it feels strange that people I've just met are calling me "Doctor" and "Professor." I keep expecting them to chuckle after saying it, like we did in grad school. It's true that while the rest of you were out there getting mortgages and jobs, I was still flashing a student ID for reduced admission to movies and eating ramen.^* So, yeah, I guess I've been a student for so long that suddenly being a professor feels contrary to my highly-cultivated grad student lifestyle. But I'll get the hang of it. And for starters I can park on campus!

^* That's totally false. But you get the idea.