Last night I forced myself to attend the welcome reception for Cal in the Capital interns sponsored by Cal Alumni Club. I say "forced" because normally I can't stand these type of social events but (1) it's always good to meet people and (2) I never had a chance to do any alum activities when I was in grad school. Funnily enough, I didn't participate in Cal in the Capital because I opted to spend a year abroad instead; it would've required quite a lot of juggling to do both. Surprisingly only a couple of interns were based at international organizations. One placed at Peace Corps HQ and another at the Center for Strategic and International Studies. I'm glad I made the effort to meet some fellow alums. They were closer to my age, at least. I snuck out right after the presentation and during the scrum for the pizza. I felt the same way seeing the interns as I do Peace Corps trainees: was I really ever that earnest?
More organizing today. I'm planning to sort through the several hundred books and actually place them in bookcases. Next week: the dreaded basement. (cue music of doom)
On June 9th, 2007 01:33 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
While I still visit Berkeley at least a couple times a year, I have the vaguest memory of the last time I ventured east of San Pablo Ave or north of Ashby Ave. And that vague memory involves something about regressing into a 20-something, infantalized grad student .