The Daily Clog

I want to share some prompts that you can tackle when you’re out of town for a weekend. They might help if you’ve ever felt like living in Berkeley has caused a sense of loneliness that feels difficult to overcome.

There seems to be an endless supply of sleeping advice on the internet, and after some lengthy experimentation, I’ve finally found what works for me. So, without further ado, here’s a list of things that I do to get a good night’s sleep!

“What’s your major?” “Data science and Eng..lish.” Yeah, not engineering. English. Same three beginning letters, but very different worlds. 

Whether it’s daylight savings time ending or having to bundle up in layers, I find the fall season and its presumed notions disruptive in my life. 

Untangling the Bay from man-made pollutants and restoring its past ecological beauty is probably an impossible task. However, improving water quality and increasing available habitat for a wide range of species may be as simple as restoring a single dollar bill sized organism: the Oyster. 

Housing options are known to be limited in Berkeley, and many students decide to jump the gun looking for the perfect place before they’re even halfway through their first semester. Others may wait until the very last minute and find themselves in a situation they wish they could get out of. No matter what category you fall into, I hope this guide helps you narrow down some of your options! 

As a classic 2000s granola family, my siblings and I were homeschooled, we frequented farmers markets, grew up on PBS Kids and, of course, ate all organic. But my parents took “organic” to the next level: our yard became home to sprawling fruit trees, plots for tomatoes, unruly bushes of lavender and potted herbs.

Do you ever just come home, immediately crash into your bed and not move for the next, hmm, 10 hours (not counting bathroom and snack breaks)? I know I have. Honestly, there are few things I love more in this world than doing nothing in bed. 

It’s about the journey, not the destination — right?

I speak English. I speak Hindi too. I think it’s perhaps most accurate to say I speak Hinglish. What does that mean? Well, I suppose I like to intertwine words from both languages, like braiding strands of hair. They come alive, taking on richer meanings, more context. I love my language superpower. I hate it too, sometimes.