Welcome New Students 2017

Welcome to hell, that is. This place is hard. No one denies that.

Here’s why you should keep listening to the people on Sproul.

Crossroads now closes at 11 at night, and we believe you all need to understand the glory that was Late Night.

I want to welcome you, freshman me, to UC Berkeley, just as I, graduate me, leave. I’m here to offer some advice to you, based on my reflection on the experience you will have here at UC Berkeley. Your journey here will not be particularly special, uniquely profound or spectacular. But it’s yours, nonetheless.

If you are anything like I am and you cherish the poetic, majestic sport that is football, grab your tissue box now because you go to UC Berkeley.

Boba is love, boba is life. We know what’s up. Fear not, incoming freshmen, for the boba gods — aka two of our writers — have blessed you with this guide to the best boba in Berkeley.

Two years ago, I came to UC Berkeley as a determined student with a set of goals in mind. Determined to channel my inner resolve and live up to my potential, I knew that I was standing at the beginning of my Yellow Brick Road, and all I had to do was to successfully follow it to the finish line.

Fine. That’s not entirely true. I never do my laundry.