One last cymbal crash


“Pick up your heels! Turn your corners square! And drive, drive, drive!” This preperformance battle cry, screamed in proud unison by the entirety of the 200-plus member Cal Band in the north tunnel of Memorial Stadium, routinely marks the beginning of our pregame show. With that last scream of “drive,”
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Those eight student ID numbers

When I came to Cal, I was 50 pounds overweight and had an unhealthy dependence on phone calls back home and the fashion sense of an EECS professor. Needless to say, like most freshmen, I had my fair share of concerns. Chief among them was the worry that I would
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Forced to forge a new path

Most people don’t know that when I arrived at UC Berkeley, frizzy-haired and bright-eyed, I wanted to be a sports broadcaster. I didn’t want to be the first female president, an organizer, an advocate, a political news junkie or an actress — I wanted to be a sports broadcaster. I
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Berkeley in haikus

Four years at Berkeley means so many things to me. I couldn’t possibly describe how I’ve changed or how much every relationship and experience has contributed to my development, so instead of writing a serious piece, I decided to encapsulate my memories in haikus. Be nice; I’m a science major.
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Finding community at Cal

Shared vulnerability. This has always fueled me. Academia tells us to distance ourselves from our vulnerabilities, to never study what makes us angry or scream and sadden to tears, but this vulnerability and this passion has always been the only reason for my involvement in academia. Academics have rarely felt
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