Random Scrap:
The Monday morning routine was now an early BART ride to the Embarcadero station and then transfer to the F line going along the piers to the office. First answering phone call and then a half an hour or so lunch break. Just enough time to walk to the Pier [39] and watch the [sea lions]. Then back on the F line via an old Milan tramcar if I was lucky and back to Albany. On Wednesdays it was back to Berkeley just in time for the lecture on what makes countries competetive. Wearing a blue shirt, black trousers and a tie. Darren had been long gone, Vu was in San Diego and Trevor wasn't really talking to me due to the Thai soup incident. My classes were Eastern European Politics who a professor who converted from Physics into Politics, the Chinese Law with a half lawyer half philiosopher, Intro to Statistics with professor Stoker whose lectures were true art and Political Economy with a guy who prominently displayed his CV on the syllabus but eventually turned out to be quite all right. I knew Jana from the previous semester and got to know Justyna who looked like a drinker.