As a freshman, my year has been filled with “firsts”; my first night in the dorms, my first college lecture, my first midterm, and so on. The year isn’t over yet, but so far my favorite first of all was my first Big Game, our big rivalry football game against Stanford, as a Cal student. I...Read more about My First Big Game Experience
Unlike most college students, I didn’t move out at seventeen. No, instead I moved out at nineteen, when I transferred to Berkeley to finish my college career as an upperclassmen.
Like most fairytale-loving kids, I never wanted to grow up. The idea that growing up meant becoming a responsible, reliable, and problem-solving person out of necessity was sickening. When you’re a child it’s whimsical to do responsible things on impulse, because you can go play after....Read more about Coping with Newfound Adulthood
“How many times does your mom call you?” is a question that I was once asked at the end of my sophomore year. It took me a second to think, and I replied with, “Maybe twice.”
