Crunch time

It's that point in the semester when you try to make up for all the slacking off you did all semester long. All that procrastinating has caught up to you. But yet you persist. With the procrastinating, that is. Because the fact of the matter is that it's the end. It's so close you can taste it, you can see it. And, frankly, no one has the willpower to FOCUS. Everyone just wants to PLAY!

Panic Time!

The end. So close. So far.

Optimal study spaces

This here is the Berkeley Public Library and I would choose to work here over any of the 26 campus ones any day. Although its comic book collection is not entirely comparable to that of San Francisco's, I will forgive it for such gorgeous lighting. It's pretty much empty save for the occasional old man and hobo. Considering today is Sunday and there are midterms still striking the hearts of college students all over campus, this place is gold. Aggressive Pre-med students are nowhere to be found, although there is a hobo. People watching here is so much more interesting and I'm so much less likely to see someone I know.

Things to do before graduating

"Well, all I’m saying is that I want to look back and say that I did the best I could while I was stuck in this place, had as much fun as I could while I was stuck in this place, played as hard as I could while I was stuck in this place."

Nothing good happens before 9am

"Sometimes it’s a good day to die, and sometimes it’s a good day to get up and have breakfast."

Remember senior year of high school? And when Ms. Resit-Jones so wisely told you never to schedule a class at 8am? It is not until you get the opportunity to sleep past 8am, that you realize just how right she was. I don't know if I could ever go back to having obligations at 8am. I most certainly would dread putting myself in such a situation. That being said, I've only ever had 8ams my first semester and I don't plan on scheduling any more 8ams for the rest of my college career and I don't understand why my roommate chooses to torture herself like that.
One other luxury of higher education self-scheduling is not having to go to school for 5 days a week. My second, third, and fourth semesters were 4 day school weeks. It was a 4 day weekend every weekend - plenty of time for fun. This semester I had 2.5 day school weeks and it's looking like next semester will be too. But cramming 20 credit hours into 2.5 days has its caveats. I usually leave at 9am and don't return until 9pm. Proceed with caution.

Berkeley Time

At Cal:
~ because we're laid back West Coast hippies, we start everything just a little bit late. And it's cool.
~ because we have an acupuncture needle stuck up our collective ass, we decided to make that precisely ten minutes late. If you show up at 11 minutes past you're really harshing our learning buzz, y'know?

taken from http://greengabbro.net/

I feel like Berkeley is teaching me to be chronically 10 minutes late to everything. It will jeopardize my future career endeavors.

Can you handle the truth?

College is about three things: school, fun, sleeping. You can only pick two.

I can believe it

College is breaking my spirit. Every single day telling me things I don’t know. It’s making me feel stupid.

— Gilmore Girls

Be cool, go to school

Who reads PostSecret? I love PostSecret. I love how nearly every secret could very well be your own. Sharing anonymously makes it seem as if this were your secret or your neighbor's or every person you pass on the street. It makes the world more relatable and personable and is comforting in that you're not the only one that is on the boat. This is an actual secret from this week's post. Oh, how true it rings. One of the first things I learned when I began my higher education Fall of 2007 at UC Berkeley was how over-rated it all really was. It struck me that it really was not very different from high school. Aside from the freedom of lack of parentage, but I guess for me, my parental limitations were not that big of a hindrance in high school. I mean, you go to school. You finish your day at school. You go to clubs. You do homework. College is really not that big of a deal. You're not in the real world until after college. College is this brief and fleeting moment in what will hopefully be your 80+ years of life. It's a strictly temporary state of homelessness, and I don't really see what all the hoopla is about.

Disastrous

Throughout your life, you will come across many disasters. I don't believe that there is any other point in life than now (college) that you will encounter more disasters. It's the growing up part. It's the stumbling your way along pretending you're an adult, when you're just unadmittedly still a child. It's this in between where you learn from your mistakes, and you go on to make even more mistakes and maybe someday, just maybe you'll be an adult (unlikely). But for now, you are far from that point. Among the many disasters from sketchy scheduling, to overdue payments, perhaps cooking disasters would be the most common. Watch out for those burnt fillets, moist-free noodles, over-seasoned soups, etc... You never know when disaster will strike, but it will. Don't worry, it will.