"Love" - Class November 8th


The word for this week is "Love." The team that manages UC Berkeley's social media accounts posted something on Instagram this week that I think perfectly explains why I love it here so much, and why I missed it so much during the time I was gone (in between undergrad and grad school):

"You'll get a strange feeling when you leave a place. You'll miss the people you love, as well as the person you are at that time and place. Everything changes and yet, I am more me than I've ever been."

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  1. Kenny MeyerNovember 8, 2016 at 6:38 AM

    Good word for this most contentious of election days. Lovely watercolor!

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