College

I find myself incredibly grateful now, finally, for things that I always should’ve been grateful for.

I had always been told that college would be a time of self-discovery and “finding yourself,” and realized that there wasn’t a particular field of study or career path I could see myself exploring.

We are not here to understand our role immediately. We are here to enter a world of possibility, to be the impostor and welcome the stranger.

Belonging is visceral and tactile, so lick everything and squish your face against every surface.

Our fast-paced lives come with a fast-paced stride, and when we’re walking with five minutes of Berkeley Time left, there’s no room for error. This list of rules for Telegraph Avenue is a sacred guide for every UC Berkeley student.

Once she’d drifted off, I was comfortable enough to communicate the heaviness of my thoughts, knowing that she couldn’t listen. 

College can be awfully suffocating. For these four integral years, we are pigeonholed into majors that supposedly define our entire personality.

While Raiff’s penchant for earnestness remains a grounding force behind “Cha Cha Real Smooth,” the novelty of his sincerity and emotional subjectivity has mostly worn off, his portrayal of liminality more vaguely delineated and less insightful and critically self-reflexive than it purports to be.