from berkeley to horrid novels written in the tang dynasty (charlton should i hold you partly responsible for this?)

whoa..! i got my student ID and pin number for my berkeley summer session classes, and guess what, they're exactly the same ones i got for when i was admitted to berkeley last year! and everything was still there, like my telebears account and everything!!! except that it said i had no classes, which was the only difference from when i last saw it. HAHA. what irony. and to think, when i clicked the "cancel registration" button i thought i'd never see these blue-and-yellow screens again.

it's funny, i still sort of feel like a berkeley student. i guess maybe somewhere deep down in the sentimental part of me, i still wished i had gone to berkeley? i don't know.. or maybe just knowing that i'd have a college to belong to whenever i go back is a comforting thought on its own. hmm. i love how i have some advantages of a berkeley student and yet, i'm not REALLY a berkeley student. like i have the cal student ID card (although it doesn't work when swiped, i remember last using it to buy bus tickets?). and like i mentioned before, tele-bears. and little things like the aman berkeley schedule planner. and little pieces of tidbits like the better food at crossroads, the rowdier crowd at the units, etc etc. everything makes me feel like i just veered off the right path by not going there.

it's even more annoying now that i have to do a huge chinese project and write an essay about a story written in the tang dynasty. -_____-;; oyyyyy.. the book i found in the library to help me actually looks like.. one of those artifacts you'd dig up. or back in the days when they used to write books using nice caligraphy and connect the pages together by tying it with a rope. and when i read my own writing, it feels like i went back in time to when i was in fourth or fifth grade, my first two years in the states, because it is freakin frustrating trying to express my thoughts exactly. not to mention typing in chinese is an even bigger pain. although i must brag a bit here, that my typing speed is already a lot faster than many of the students here, and THEY have been typing chinese for as long as they could type! muahahhaha... ^o^

*ahem* anyway, someone save me from this horrid, horrid chinese essay i must now go back to... wah.