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Category: Berkeley 2013

Pictures of my adventures in California & a short (fiction!) story

It’s been ages since I posted here, so I’m not going to even try and do a complete update in this post. Berkeley went really well and I did decide to return to my home university for now, more details on both (and other happenings) to follow. To make up for this cliffhanger, I have two fun things:

1) A photo set of (some) of my adventures in the lovely state of California!

2) A short drabble I wrote as an exercise for class. We were supposed to write a story in which one character wants something and the other character doesn’t. Enjoy!

It’s one of those dark and stormy nights. We are cuddled up on the couch watching something move on the big screen before us, when all of a sudden she turns the screen off, gets up and walks away. I know what this means: she is going to bed. Being wide awake and not wanting to be alone, I follow her into the other room.

“Oh come on! You can’t go to bed now! We were having such a good time!”
She rolls her eyes at me, but doesn’t respond.
“What? Are you going to leave me all by myself?” A tad manipulative, I know.
She sighs and starts cleaning her teeth. It always makes her mouth smell strongly like peppermint for at least half an hour afterwards. I’m not a fan. At this moment however, I just want her to come back to the couch and cuddle. I’ll take peppermint smell over being alone.

“Pleeease?” I draw the e out and tilt my head a little. Sometimes it works. This time is apparently not one of these times. She rinses her mouth with water and mumbles something in my general direction. She’s probably saying that she knows I’m not tired because I napped the afternoon away while she was not there. Which, I admit, is true. But not the point!
“Of course I napped! I was all by myself! What was I supposed to do?”
She dries off her face and walks past me towards the kitchen. She’s clearly ignoring me. It’s time to get really dramatic: “What do you want me to do? I can’t go to sleep again! I can’t spend my entire existence asleep!”

I follow her into the kitchen. I figure that she’s going to get us both a snack, but no. Instead, she takes two small, brightly coloured things from the drawer and starts fidgeting them into her ears. Last time she did that I spent two hours yelling outside her bedroom until my voice was raspy. To no avail. She bends down towards me and pets me over the head while making that sound I know means she’s referring to me. She then walks over to her bedroom and closes the door behind her.

This. Means. War.

“Fine! Be that way! Just know that I’m going to push all of your plants of off the windowsill! I’m going to drink out of the toilet, then completely demolish your toilet paper roll! I’m going to kick litter all over your kitchen! I’m going to leave my fur EVERYWHERE! See how you like that! You can’t ignore me just because I’m a cat! Now, you come back and stay up with me! Stay up with me, I tell you! Staaay uuup wiiith meee!”

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In happier news…

It’s been a while since my last post, which wasn’t a happy one. I wish I could say that that situation has been solved miraculously, but it hasn’t. My team of advisors (read: study advisor, therapist, and The Big Kahuna aka my mom) has explicitly forbidden me to think about it until the end of August, so let’s talk about happier things. Like Berkeley. Where I am right now.

On the 7th of July I moved into I-House (Hogwarts, anyone?) and on the 8th my classes started. I am taking a creative writing class in the English department. The class focusses on how to write a short, fictional story, which means that we don’t only read and analyse how a short story works, but we also get to write ourselves. The class has been split up into groups of 4, in which we discuss and critique (“workshop”) each other’s stories so that they can become the best stories they can be.

We have class three times a week for 2 hours, which isn’t that much, but in the six weeks that we have, we are expected to read a 213 page syllabus, write 4 short assignments, write, rewrite and re-rewrite a short short story (yes, this is correct!), write, rewrite and rerewrite a 10 page short story, AND read and critique all the work done by the other members of your workgroup, so they’re keeping us busy.

Actually, I have work due tomorrow and since I’ve up to now managed to do and hand in all my assignments on time and I really want to keep a good thing going, I’m going to leave you with a link to: pictures!