Initiation: A poem

photo of students studying in the library
Can Jozef Saul/Staff

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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Notes from my journal: “To me, he was freedom”

3/24/15 My perfect home would be a house, on one of those quieter residential streets, like Parker, but not too far away. It would be old and creaky and wooden, medium blue with pink shutters. It would be a loving house – lots of home-cooked meals, lots of books and
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