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I had a dream this morning that I went back to UCSC. I'm not sure what my excuse was for being there, but I was going to be there for an entire quarter. I got on a bus at the metro station, and was really confused that it was labeled h2, but when I asked a girl on the bus she informed me that it was the replacement for the 20 and that it went on pretty much the same route up through campus. So I chatted with her for a minute, and enjoyed the sun streaming in through the bus windows. I got off at the classroom unit building, which in my dream was on the west side of campus near the base (weird). I went inside thinking I was going to sit in on an English lecture that I knew Jamie was in, but I sat down next to the undergrad from my RNA seminar here at Yale, and he told me there was going to be a quiz instead of a lecture. I laughed, said I didn't want to take a quiz, and left the classroom.
I headed up towards the center of campus, realizing that I was madly in love with it and didn't want to leave again. I remembered that UCSC held Camp Birchwood over the summer (I don't know how the hell my brain melded summer camp in Minnesota when I was 13 with my Santa Cruz college experience), and that if I was a camp counselor I'd have an excuse to stay. Then I remembered I hate kids.
There was also some weird stuff with me in an apartment building that wasn't mine, trying to find a t-shirt, and something about dogs, and my Santa Cruz experience having been fabricated by someone else and not by me. I don't really remember that segment of the dream....
Now that it's spring here in New Haven, and the sun soaks into my skin and makes me giddy, I feel like it would be difficult to leave. The weather really shouldn't influence my decision, should it? You can't choose your grad school based on weather. Silly dream.
I headed up towards the center of campus, realizing that I was madly in love with it and didn't want to leave again. I remembered that UCSC held Camp Birchwood over the summer (I don't know how the hell my brain melded summer camp in Minnesota when I was 13 with my Santa Cruz college experience), and that if I was a camp counselor I'd have an excuse to stay. Then I remembered I hate kids.
There was also some weird stuff with me in an apartment building that wasn't mine, trying to find a t-shirt, and something about dogs, and my Santa Cruz experience having been fabricated by someone else and not by me. I don't really remember that segment of the dream....
Now that it's spring here in New Haven, and the sun soaks into my skin and makes me giddy, I feel like it would be difficult to leave. The weather really shouldn't influence my decision, should it? You can't choose your grad school based on weather. Silly dream.
