On my last day in California and I have to get in a quick trip to
Berkeley. All this time, two trips as a matter of fact, and I still had
not gotten out and walked around in the Peoples Republic of Berkeley.
The school and the city, for all of their differences, could not be any
less well connected.
Yes, I know, it is not part of the mantra, but I am feeling a little
homesick for some familiar territory. Piedmont feels combortable but its Mom and Dad's house that feels that way the most. Berkeley, for all of its good and bad parts, feels more like home.
|Wheeler Hall and the Campanile|
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