(Christine Kao/Daily Bruin staff)
The fleeting and malleable nature of memories causes our most ordinary moments to become intertwined with emotions, feelings, song lyrics, idiomatic expressions and other passing thoughts. In this photo essay, Daily Bruin and Daily Californian photographers recall stories captured on disposable cameras over spring break. No two stories are the same.
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Blue sky with fleecy clouds, trees in different shades of green and my neighbor’s colorful garden blooming make this springlike view from my balcony to kick off my spring break.
(Christine Kao/Daily Bruin staff)
Found these pieces of broken hearts in a random bush around Westwood.
The fleeting and malleable nature of memories causes our most ordinary moments to become intertwined with emotions, feelings, song lyrics, idiomatic expressions and other passing thoughts. In this photo essay, Daily Bruin and Daily Californian photographers recall stories captured on disposable cameras over spring break. No two stories are the
I started writing this column at the end of my sophomore year.
The columns written by that graduating class moved me deeply, and I wondered what in the world I would write in mine someday. I distinctly remember reading then-editor in chief Rina’s column and thinking her job sounded really hard.
I typed some thoughts as quickly as possible in my notes app, hoping I wasn’t forgetting anything and that these sentences didn’t sound half bad or would maybe sound even better in a couple of years. I may or may not have cried, overwhelmed with the thought of what was to come and what I would one day have to leave behind.
Four years ago, on my brother’s graduation day, my family soaked up the sun on Memorial Glade while enjoying falafel wraps from Bongo Burger a beautiful Berkeley combination. My mom insisted that I take photos of my brother in his cap and gown, and as he grumbled, the two of us entered Doe Library.
We walked up the white marble steps next to the gold handrail, which beamed in the day’s exceptionalism. We turned into the reading room whose intricately engraved ceiling was far higher than I could have imagined and whose tall windows filled the room with sunlight, leaving it naturally lit. There, my brother turned to reluctantly pose and smile for a few clicks.