During last semester, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I walked by Pappy at Faculty Glade en route to my Physics 7A lecture only to see a mother gingerly guiding her son on his training-wheel-equipped bicycle as he bobbled back and forth in the opposite direction. After months of gauging how many minutes I had left until Bear Time ran out by noticing where on my path I encountered the mother-son duo, seasons changed and my first Cal semester drew to a close. But just this morning, a new day, a new semester, I milled towards LeConte Hall and saw the same boy with a triumphant grin on his face whizzing by 30 feet in front of his mother no longer shackled down by the restraints of his training wheels…

And later that day, I found out I had pink eye…In both eyes.

I never considered myself a writer. In all honesty, I always saw English as the toughest class to make the grade in throughout the years. However, to my surprise, life without English during my first leg at college proved frustrating. It seems as though it’s moderately important to use more than just the left side of your brain for an extended period of time. For instance, it resulted in all-to-vivid moments finding myself wallowing in the wake of awkward silence following undoubtedly born-to-fail attempts to deliver a poor excuse for a joke.

Nonetheless, this blog serves as one) an outlet to refuel my right hemisphere and two) an opportunity to let some friends and family back in my home-state take a glimpse into my day to day at Cal. Welcome to my life. My name is Kevin; I still have allergic conjunctivitis, and it’s about time I got back on the bike.

Labels: pink eye, training wheels

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