The college is several buildings, and there's signs, which is helpful. There are students sitting outside under trees and awnings, and lectures going on in various classrooms.

What are the departments, actually?

They don't have a sign about that!

Well then, Admissions it is.

After considerable poking around, she can successfully blunder into the registrar's office. "Hello," says the registrar.

"Hi!  I just moved, because of various reasons, and was thinking of enrolling, but I don't know if I can transfer my class credit from my prior course of study?"

"- I don't think we have a system for that, no. Do you have a scholarship?"

"I did over there; I haven't exactly checked if I qualify here yet?"

"I can't enroll you until I know where your funding is coming from."

"Yeah, well.  The problem is that I know for a fact you won't be able to contact that school."  She rummages in her suitcase, and pulls out a university lanyard with corresponding ID card.  "It's a world away from here."

The registrar blinks at the ID card. "Well, you're correct that I won't recognize it. Which does suggest that I will not be able to bill your scholarship fund."

"Having established that I definitely have something that is ID-shaped, how much credibility would you give the claim that this ID is from another universe?"

"...none whatsoever?"

"..."  Frustrated and self-disappointed noises ensue.  "I should've expected that response.  Well, what would be credible?"

"I don't really know, we don't get people claiming to be from alternate universes often enough to have a standard test."

"...Suppose I should've expected that too!  ...How's this for 'definitely-not-local'?"  Drivers license with fancy hologram-thing?

"Oh, I don't think it's local, I've never seen a picture like that, but if they had things like that a few hundred sands' ride counterclockwise how would I know?"

"Well, yes, I suppose you wouldn't have the communication infrastructure, would you.  No electricity.  Uuuuuugh.  I just want to give my knowledge to actual scientists instead of merely-well-read myself.  Ride on what, by the way?"

"...a horse or something?"

"...I see.  Well, hopefully I can change that sometime soon.  I hardly know much but I know anything about mech-e.  Which means plausibly making bikes instead of having to rely on horses, at least.  If I can figure out heat engines properly they'll even be self-propelled, depending upon how safe the heat transfer troportation is..."

"So what I'm hearing is that you want to invent some things, but you have no funding and cannot enroll in this school."

"Also no identity that y'all'd recognize, and as far as I know I'm stuck here-ish."

"Uh-huh."

"I am becoming a broken record of 'so where should I go about that, then?'.  ...How does scholarship funding even work in a - actually, how do you even have material scarcity enough that money exists?  I suppose it's the mice.  And labor-hours, and general craftspersoning, because you can't really just duplicate things by any way I've given five seconds' thought."

The registrar blinks. "I don't know where you should go, or why you'd think I'd know."