Wednesday, April 15, 2015

My Day In Pictures – Berkeley

Yesterday I went on an official tour of Berkeley. It's pretty much all but in writing that I will be going there for college. I admit, I'm still a bit intimidated by the place – all the students look lean, hungry, tough – but I don't think I can't survive there. The problem before was that I get myself very worked up over things that will probably never happen. I idealize things and places, and conversely, I like to think that I am someone who I am not. In the end, I am still just a timid, confused girl who's trying to figure out what the heck she wants to do. I am more cerebral than social, rebellious than conforming, and I'm trying to become more okay with that, and I do feel that Berkeley is a place where I can develop in that direction.

1) Cal Student Store – Everyone in the family bought a piece of merch. I got a lovely hoodie that makes me look like a proper almost-adult rather than a hopelessly clueless child.

2) The Campanile (Camp-an-eel-ee) – the third tallest tower in the Western Hemisphere?

3) They have parking reserved especially for Nobel Laureates, which is pretty cool.

4) The view from the top of the hill at the base of the Campanile; you can see the Golden Gate!

5) South Hall – the oldest building on campus, which naturally holds the newest program, with the tiniest bear statue on it (visible from the picture). Can you spot it? It's in the third circle from the left.

6) We had the fortune of witnessing a small protest at Sather Gate (actually it was rather inconvenient because they were blocking the gate). The activist spirit of Berkeley in action.

7) Going through the Bay Bridge tunnel. Metaphorically and literally the light at the end of the tunnel.

8) A glimpse of SF, the urban counterpart of Berkeley. Not a huge fan, but better than nothing.

9) Honestly, the biggest motivation for staying West Coast. I am always craving In-N-Out, especially the Animal Fries. Sadly, there is no location within walking distance of Berkeley, but at least it's not a plane ride away. Freshman 15? More like Freshman 50. I'm more than ready. ◊

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