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Just A Bunch Of Kids

The reunion weekend with my college buddies was wonderful! It was so much fun to see everyone again and share memories and stories from our dorm days. My friends are amazing! Law school, med school, doctoral tracks, job promotions… We’ve all grown up so much, but together again on Sproul, we were just a bunch of kids picking up from where we left off 3 years ago. Walking around campus, I was amazed at how beautiful Berkeley (the campus, not the city) is, although I’ve been told repeatedly that I happened to visit during a week of awesome weather. In short, though it sounds cheesy, I felt so proud and grateful to have gone to school there and met such great people who have touched my life. This summer has been about family and friends. I am truly blessed! I am back in Tucson now, trying to hold on to that feeling before the insanity from living here begins to settle in and affect me negatively. To help, I’ve devised a workout plan and a list of things to do, one of which is to work on my thesis. I need to turn it in before the end of August in order to graduate officially.

On a completely different note, I really, really, really want to visit the Wizarding World of Harry Potter!

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