lost

The late lives of socks / Without pair / Is like a frazzled and forlorn old man eating alone at a cafe.

Hiking is all fun and games, frolicking in fields and wandering in the woods, until the lights go out. By the glow of the moon, a joyous jaunt can transform into a hair-raising, terror-stricken tumble into your worst nightmare

It’s 5 pm on a Sunday night. The Sunday “scaries” are kicking in. A new week is about to begin. Up until this point, I was cruising on a chill wave to Monday – until I decided that I desired a spontaneous adventure. 

I felt like my life was now in Berkeley, where most of my friends and happiest memories reside, and coming back home felt like leaving that all behind. Home no longer felt like home.

Despite the fact that instruction began several weeks ago, senior Andy Nosho reportedly has no idea whether or not he is in the correct discussion section.

The only interesting element of my recruitment and start at The Daily Californian was how disgustingly overexcited and purposeful I was to become an editor as quickly as possible.

Welcome to the Clog’s guide to navigating around campus. This way you can spend time finding yourself rather than finding your classes.

If you find yourself as flabbergasted as we at the Clog once were (and still are), follow our dandy guide on how to get around Cal's confusing campus.

Words can’t begin to describe how sorry we are that we forgot you. We ran back to class as soon as we realized that half of our heart was missing.

“I know it’s around here somewhere.” “I swear I just had it...” “I could have sworn I put it right there!”