Random Scrap:
I slept on the half of bed that was not covered with books. Studying and reading had never been my natural inclination but I was always thrilled with inhaling new knowledge. What Berkeley added to it was looking at the same things from a different perspective. At ethics' class we watched a movie about Rwanda and that changed my view on Bill Clinton. At Weber's class we talked about world war two and it was almost as if my seat had been changed from the victim to the observer. There was always pressure, more readings, more assignment but it was something I quantify in terms of time blocks and the number of hours I needed to catch up. Where I saw I lost interest or couldn't keep up, I learned I could just convert my grade to pass no-pass and that there was no shame in it. But where it was possible I would push for the A especially now when I saw it was not something I could take for granted. In a way it took away the pressure, the curse of being a straight A student. That warm blissful feeling of flow on the flight back from Chicago.