photo of students studying in the library

Initiation: A poem

Autumn in Berkeley is the bathroom flooding from the rain  And going for a drink anyway Talking about which professors we prefer at the bar   Somehow there’s warmth in the gray sky No heater in a building that’s 200 years old Impostor syndrome fades away when We’re huddled around
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Finding my way home

Impulsive Coward

Each small risk at a time, though, I’ve learned that finding “home” is all about improvising and redefining my idea of it. 
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