BERKELEY'S NEWS • OCTOBER 06, 2022

Karim Doumar

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I’ve finally made it to the San Francisco International Airport and I am ready to leave this filthy place for spring break. A week filled with relaxation and not school. A Mozart symphony plays quietly in the background.
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I’ve finally made it to the San Francisco International Airport and I am ready to leave this filthy place for spring break. A week filled with relaxation and not school. A Mozart symphony plays quietly in the background.
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Though the admissions people would like to claim otherwise, I am here to tell you that if you are a UC Berkeley student, you were admitted solely because of exam scores and grades. Nothing more. This will continue for the foreseeable future. If any of us manage to get hired after we graduate from this place, it will be because of one thing and one thing only: our GPAs. Keep that in mind as you blow off studying to read this column.
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Though the admissions people would like to claim otherwise, I am here to tell you that if you are a UC Berkeley student, you were admitted solely because of exam scores and grades. Nothing more. This will continue for the foreseeable future. If any of us manage to get hired after we graduate from this place, it will be because of one thing and one thing only: our GPAs. Keep that in mind as you blow off studying to read this column.
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I am a foolish little man who elected to take the hard way through college. My friends are mostly the few people in my dorm building who tolerate me. On many Friday and Saturday nights, I play cards with my roommate or bother my RA, who struggles to turn away lonely residents. This friendless, directionless life was so escapable. I have erred so egregiously, I’m almost embarrassed to write about it.
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I am a foolish little man who elected to take the hard way through college. My friends are mostly the few people in my dorm building who tolerate me. On many Friday and Saturday nights, I play cards with my roommate or bother my RA, who struggles to turn away lonely residents. This friendless, directionless life was so escapable. I have erred so egregiously, I’m almost embarrassed to write about it.
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I am Karim Doumar, and I hate the environment. I hate it. Before you roll your eyes and go back to perusing Facebook or whatever intellectually stimulating task you were up to, hear me out. I have no choice.
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I am Karim Doumar, and I hate the environment. I hate it. Before you roll your eyes and go back to perusing Facebook or whatever intellectually stimulating task you were up to, hear me out. I have no choice.
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