A Berkeley by any other name

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When I came to college, I was torn, debating whether I should go by “Sakura” when I’d gone my entire life as “Berkeley.” How hard would it be to adapt?
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Born Muslim, raised American

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Today, fear is the No. 1 asset of the current administration. You might say the business-minded Donald Trump has monopolized fear. Slowly, he injects it into the market, directing it towards one group or another.
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The Ex Files

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I broke up with him while we sat on the steps outside my apartment building. He was so distraught and emotional that he immediately started throwing up in the grass next to the sidewalk.
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FOMO 2.0

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It seems like an absolutely ridiculous perspective to have given up on my aspirations because I didn’t achieve my lofty expectations of true success. Yet, for the longest time, I completely forfeited any of my childhood’s ambitions, simply because they hadn’t followed my expected timeline.
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Indulge those birthday demands

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If somebody is celebrating a birthday, they should wake up to various texts and missed calls. The first thing they should experience is other people acknowledging the importance of the day. They should then, most likely, eat a meal — the first meal of a new age can set the
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Anxiety

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My anxiety spiked this semester during my history midterm, making it all the more cruel, but it didn’t stop there. The anxiety continued through the next few weeks, and though I managed to maintain my composure over the following weeks, my anxiety grew and the effects started showing. With my
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Home for the time being

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Some might call it a labor of love if you’ll wake up at 4 a.m. for work. I didn’t end up loving my summer job as an opening-shift barista at the Starbucks in my hometown. In the afternoons, I had a better gig, writing stories in the office of the
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Good eggs

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The sun rises in the east, which means that my room in Berkeley — with wide, shadeless, west-facing windows — is washed in a brilliant golden hue during autumn twilights. The effect is sumptuous and humbling and marvelous at once, but that is not the point. (Although, it is not
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