Random Scrap:
I wasn't sure I belonged to the campus but when I read that ten percent of the grade is due to active participation I decided it was time to start speaking up. The class with Professor Weber was held at the Life and Science building and it was always a treat. I would get myself a hot chai tea with milk and head for eighty minutes of enlightment. The discussion session was held just after the class and this is where all topics related to the world were discussed. Elections in Iraq, China, whatever came to mind. We would sit in a circle of wooden chairs at the Wheeler buildings while it was already dark outside. When I handed my first two pager I was scared. Speaking was easy but getting your written thoughts validated was a different matter. A week later the paper had some marks on it but overall comment was 'nice work'. That was good enough. I was slowly starting to feel like an insider. Milano or Free Speech Cafe was where I would now treat myself a white chocolate mocha. I made sure to return the glass to the collection bucket. It was Berkeley after all.