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As a junior, I have only one more year left here at UC Berkeley, which is terrifying to think about. Due to the pandemic, the last three years I’ve spent here feel like they’ve zipped by in the blink of an eye.
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As a current senior, the question I get asked most often is, “So, what are your plans after graduation?” I’m still uncertain about what I want them to be.
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I kept my struggles to myself. Even though I was visibly suffering and in an abusive friendship, it seemed like no one could understand me, nor would they invest any time and energy in recognizing why I was so ill.
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After three years of laying down our roots, senior year was meant to be our reward, our fully sprouted tree.
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While devastating in many ways, reflecting on my senior year has made me realize that it is still my favorite year of college. In honor of our last week of classes, we at the Clog have compiled five reasons why senior year is the best, even if you only get to enjoy 75% of it.
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Like many others in the class of 2020, my chapter as an undergraduate student at UC Berkeley is in its final pages.
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To say we’re disappointed would be an understatement, and to say we aren’t going to be a little dramatic about it would be naive. But maybe, looking back, an ending like this one seems to fit just right in the complicated puzzle of our college experiences.
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This year, Cal and Stanford are both 6-4, and with the Bears coming off their first win in 15 years over USC, there is a particular hype in the air.
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Dear summer, we never wanted this. We wanted our time with you to last forever (and ever), but that just isn’t the way life is.
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In a little less than two weeks, I will turn 21. I guess it is a milestone insofar as I’ve actually survived 21 years of bumbling through life. And I’ve pretty much abandoned the hope that maturity and worldliness will be magically bequeathed unto me at 12:01 a.m. Nobody, it
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