Go Bears!

As I gulp down my lemon water from my Cal water bottle to reach my 64-ounces-a-day goal, the phone in my cubicle rings. I don't answer.
I have just filled out a survey sent by my future school, or rather current school (huh), about CalSO, the student orientation I was at last week. I went to this said orientation a bit nervous. No that's not the right word. I don't really get nervous. I went... not knowing what to expect rather. I thought it would be awkward,  going to spend a night somewhere where you don't know a single person. But it wasn't so bad. For the most part, no one knew each other so everyone just kept introducing themselves.
"Hi I'm John Doe" "Hi I'm Sareen, nice to meet you" followed by the "Where are you from?" and so on. I didn't really remember anyone's names but it was just nice knowing that people were so open to making new friends.
May I just throw it out there that you can tell whether or no someone is from LA from their clothes, even from just their shoes. I mean, who knew that there is a whole world of people who have not been introduced to the basic world of fashion. You can spot out the LA girls in the Brandy Melville attire, or their TOMS or converse, high wasted shorts or crop tops. Sorry to be blunt but have we not yet buried those awful bell bottom jeans, rigid baseball caps (for the ladies), and ratty purses with not-so-clever writing on them?! Excuse my bias but LA teens definitely have got the effortless California look down. I mean, who knew that different cities within the same state could have such a different sense of style, right?
Well anyways, during the orientation we had a debate in a group of about 20, where we talked about issues concerning race, gender, sexual orientation, and homophobia. This was the first time in my life that I have felt like in the right place. The whole day of "Go Bears!" and "You all got in to Berkeley" did not exactly get me pumped to be there. But during that discussion, I felt at home. I realized that I'm finally where I need to be. A place with people that share different experiences yet similar viewpoints. A classroom setting where somebody other than you speaks up and shares their opinions. A place where people want to hear what you have to say and take that into consideration for their own intellect.
I don't know if I explained it quite right but I am just so glad to be somewhere with peers that share my priorities and my desire to learn and grow as a human being.

My excitement is finally surpassing my nervousness. (Ha not that I get nervous right?)

I guess all that's left to say now is, well, Go Bears!
Signing off
SH

Cloudy Day in a Cubicle in LA

LA to the Bay

Hey there my fellow blog junkies,

It's Monday afternoon in slightly cloudy LA, a rather rare look for our usually sunny sky. I write to you from a cubicle in an office building where I am an intern AKA the office bitch. It's alright though, a summer job never killed anyone (none that I'm aware of anyway).
Well, as I sit here waiting for someone to summon me over to make a copy or holler at me to fax endless papers of what seems to be mumbo jumbo, I can help but think about my move coming up in two months. Or 62 days rather.
I will be moving from Los Angeles, the city of angels, where I've had everything from my first sip of milk to my first shot of vodka, to Oakland, the city of hobos, a grungy, unfamiliar city where I know, well no one.
Oh and I'm only seventeen.
Why you may ask? The University of California, Berkeley is why.
The school where revolutions are sparked, leaders are born, and liberals are bread. Seems like the perfect place for an aspiring political journalist right?
Lets hope so.
Well this blog will give you all the raw, unfiltered thoughts and experiences of an LA girl finding her way in the Bay.

Over and Out. I have copies to make.

SH