Durng my senior year in high school, all the honors kids got to take a trip to the closest university which was UC Berkeley. We got to visit the campus and just basically hang out around Telegraph Avenue. I went with my (former) best friend up and down the street. I feel the independence of college and all the wildness. We decided to eat at a Mexican restaurant there for lunch. Buying that lunch itself was so exciting…that I could choose what I wanted to eat. The freedom to choose what I wanted.

Now 4 years later, the same independence appeals to me. (I never returned to the Mexican restaurant…last year it was changed to Naan \’N Curry.) Along with the independence, comes responsibility. I hate taking care of bills–these financial obligations. I have the responsibility to keep my grades afloat–it\’s not just for myself anymore, it\’s my future, the expectations of people around me. I feel too much sympathy for people sometimes. I see a resident with a computer problem and I can\’t say no. I answer to myself only (well…usually) but along with that, there comes a price.

I used to say that DIET is DIE with a T. But did you ever know that studying was DYING with a STU?