I don’t remember a thing about this day. I know I was home working on English homework and went to class. OH, now I remember. I met Patrick at Sather Gate at 1800 hours, and went to the gun club meeting, followed by regent’s scholar meeting regarding how to get the jobs you want. There was one really socially insecure senior and a black Berkeley student that seemed so much like a fag it was a disgrace to the black community that I respect. Came back home a bit late after chilling with Tiffany and Patrick at Freeborn. Believe me, the streets of Berkeley changes in every aspect imaginable at 2AM in the evening. Sleep at 2:30AM.