Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
I finally got around to visiting Sproul Hall. And…
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2003 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
I finally got around to visiting Sproul Hall. And now what's in my bag? My diploma! Doesn't look much different than most other computer-printed foil-stamped multi-signed certificates, but tonight I'll tack it on my wall to fend off I-never-graduated nightmares, like an ultraspecific dreamcatcher.
Not only did the registrar clerk give me the diploma, but she also gave me a "free" book (There Was Light) of UCB alumni essays. This book is paperback and seems to have no ISBN.
I walked down Telegraph. The sun shone. I'm more different from the mass here now. I have the thing they're ostensibly striving for. I'm not excited, just a little more confident, a little more fulfilled.
...Diploma in my haaaaaaand,
No, no, they can't take that away from me...
