// rohitsrealm.com / archive / 2005 / 04
As you may have gathered from reading my past entries, I am not a fan of the crazy bums in Berkeley. However, in reality, bums are only one part of the reason I hate the City of Berkeley with great passion. Tonight, while at a house party (as opposed to a bar) in Berkeley for the first time in several months, I was reacquainted with the other, equally passion-invoking source of my hatred.
I had the opportunity to attend a school-sponsored sneak preview for the new romantic comedy starring Jimmy Fallon and Drew Barrymore, Fever Pitch, tonight. Admittedly, having seen trailers for the movie in the past weeks, I was not particularly excited and honestly probably would not have attended if it had required that I spend money. Nevertheless, this indifferent state, with no semblance of expectations, was probably why I ended up enjoying it as much as I did.
With the end of classes a mere 30 days away and barely 5 weeks left until graduation, I thought I might go over some of my more regrettable decisions for my last semester at Cal. Now, I've never been known for the soundness of my academic decisions, but I think I really take the prize this time in terms of my propensity to overload myself, considering I was done with most requirements and hard work was completely unwarranted for this semester.
Although most people know me for my critical outlook on some of Berkeley's least desirable characters (i.e., Berkeley bums and hoodlums), when I'm not noticing the worthlessness of these bastards, I often spend a lot of time simply observing (normal) people. In this entry, I'll be discussing my latest observations on social interaction, namely the rather profound gender-based inconsistencies in forms of greeting and acknowledgment.
Although I've always found it interesting to note how one's perceptions and beliefs change as time passes and one of the reasons I started this blog was to track these changes, it still never ceases to amaze me how very different the future may turn out than one expected. Take the entry I wrote almost one year ago, to the date, for instance. That entry found me lamenting my exit from student services and proverbial involvement
and depressed over what would possibly be my last real Cal Day. Fastforward one year later and I have just wrapped up a weekend filled with nothing but student service.
