Random Scrap:
I was probably one of the oldest in Prof Janos' class. And I didn't raise my hand pretty much at all. I kind of sat there and nodded my head inhaling the knowledge that was coming my way. Everything made sense so I thought there was no reason to ask any questions. Sometimes I would start working on the homework due to the econ class only to finish it at the terrace of the FSP. The weather was quite often chilly and cloudy. The northern California didn't have the warm of its southern part but at least it was more green. The roads seemed to be more homely, more continental. Like the stretch of the Highway twenty four connecting two sides of the hill via [alternating] tunnels. Back at home, in high school, I would convince my Dad to drive me to our family's summer home in Boszkowo where I would spend the first one or two weeks by myself before everyone else arrived. At first I would have hated it because it felt very boring and sometimes lonely, even scary. The soil still wet and the weather was cloudy, windy and cold. But then I learned to enjoy it.