Graduation Issue 2018

So here I am, without an official senior thesis, a high-paying job or a competitive medical school application. And I’ve never been more content in my life.

Those Cheese Board mushrooms pushed me out of my comfort zone and forced me to challenge basic truths I thought I understood about myself. And every day since, Berkeley has done the same.

I got way too into astrology toward the end of high school and never really let go of my sign as a defining personal identifier. The thing about Capricorns is that we’re tough. We’re ambitious. We don’t like feelings. We’re not very good at responding to text messages.

The powerful women in collegiate journalism are forces to be reckoned with. I’m inspired and humbled by their capacity for passion and empathy, investigating and writing, and I’m above all honored to be their friend.

The angriest email I have ever received, a savage, beautiful broadside, arrived in my inbox at 1:19 p.m. A co-worker and I sat openly baffled. It wasn’t even sent at “drunk o’clock.”

In Berkeley, there is no greater display of this tremendous combination of civic passion and neighborly responsibility than at 11 p.m. on a Tuesday night