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This is an old story from this summer, and perhaps, because this past day was 9/11, I remembered it:
My brother who is 7 for those who don't know, asked me recently, what is the scariest thing you know?
He, for his part, had shared his scariest story: The story of Bloody Mary.
I paused, for a second, then replied "The news."
He scowled at me - that was obviously not what he was looking for - and he asked, "Why???? It's not even a story."
To which I replied, "Exactly... That's what makes it scarier, that it is all real. Bloody Mary is only a story, but the war, the crime, the diasters... that's all real. And very scary."
He, being 7, only scowled at me again. "Whatever. What's the saddest thing you know?"
And there has never been a stronger moment in which I wished that my brother were older, for I, as you may all suspect, responded,
"The news."
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A lot has happened since my last update. People that I once trusted betrayed me - these words may seem strong, but, I would like to believe that I hold a certain amount of dignity that should not be so easily discarded. A friendship ended, and perhaps, now, restarting. Friendships that I hold close, from long ago that are still going strong and I am grateful for.
I would like to say that I feel older, but I suspect that is only because the novelty of college has worn off. It is easier, now, to go through the motions of going to class, etc. Ironically though, the novelty of the Berkeley campus itself is still so new to me.
As I get involved in my graduate seminar, as I do more research, the more the campus yields itself to me. In fact - pardon me, for I am getting quite sentimental here - there are still days when I walk through campus and I still cannot believe how incredibly, well, beautiful it is.
I cannot help but stop and wonder at times: How did I get here? (And no, I don't mean Berkeley) Where in the good Lord's name am I going?
My brother who is 7 for those who don't know, asked me recently, what is the scariest thing you know?
He, for his part, had shared his scariest story: The story of Bloody Mary.
I paused, for a second, then replied "The news."
He scowled at me - that was obviously not what he was looking for - and he asked, "Why???? It's not even a story."
To which I replied, "Exactly... That's what makes it scarier, that it is all real. Bloody Mary is only a story, but the war, the crime, the diasters... that's all real. And very scary."
He, being 7, only scowled at me again. "Whatever. What's the saddest thing you know?"
And there has never been a stronger moment in which I wished that my brother were older, for I, as you may all suspect, responded,
"The news."
~~~~
A lot has happened since my last update. People that I once trusted betrayed me - these words may seem strong, but, I would like to believe that I hold a certain amount of dignity that should not be so easily discarded. A friendship ended, and perhaps, now, restarting. Friendships that I hold close, from long ago that are still going strong and I am grateful for.
I would like to say that I feel older, but I suspect that is only because the novelty of college has worn off. It is easier, now, to go through the motions of going to class, etc. Ironically though, the novelty of the Berkeley campus itself is still so new to me.
As I get involved in my graduate seminar, as I do more research, the more the campus yields itself to me. In fact - pardon me, for I am getting quite sentimental here - there are still days when I walk through campus and I still cannot believe how incredibly, well, beautiful it is.
I cannot help but stop and wonder at times: How did I get here? (And no, I don't mean Berkeley) Where in the good Lord's name am I going?