[apt. 6]

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precious
There I was standing in line at Copy Central with a slew of other students. Waiting to spend $74.75 on an Anthropology reader. by check. The credit card line was way longer. In front of me stood 3 freshmen. One girl wore her navy blue Cal tee with her room key dangling at the end of her keychain necklace dotted with tiny "UC Berkeley" script. The stereotypical, enthusiastic, motivated freshman. She was telling the boy next to her that the lab manual for Chem 1A needed to be reviewed before every lab. These 3 have been through 0 midterms, 0 finals, and 0 sleepless nights. Behind them I stood. 32 midterms, 16 finals, and an innumerable amount of problem sets. Math 1A? HA!! Try Math 1A, 1B, 53, 54 and now 121A. Try Chem1A, Chem1B, Physics 7A, 7B, 7C.

Freshman year seemed so long ago. I can't believe how much i've learned. I'm in awe of how much those 3 freshmen have yet to experience. It's kind of exciting. How precious. I feel like the old weathered student. And yet i know i ain't seen nothin' yet.