Chapter #16
[1] Berkeley was a validation that being a nerd was ok. Marilyn was extremely excited when I told her I got into the school. She said I was now going to be surrounded by people just like me. Barry said I should have enrolled in his university instead. I calculated my average pace of reading and understanding as twenty pages per hour. That included scribbles on the page margins. Most of them, just like the notes I took during the class, I could not read but it didn't mater. The fact of writing my thoughts alone seemed to be enough for the information to sink in. There were classes I enjoyed the most, like International Relations with Professor Weber, and the ones I felt like I was always behind. Like the Middle East History, a class I took to understand the region better but seemed to be lost in bunch of complicated names to which many people in the class nodded their heads and I didn't have time to retain before the name ones came in. I borrowed most of the books from the Moffit and one or two I managed to buy only to return them twenty four hours later.
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