Currently sophomores, we used to live in a ski lodge cozy Northside dorm known as Foothill.

We never understood the rationale behind the name. As any Foothill resident or ex-resident knows, Foothill is certainly not at the foot of any hill. Ironically, Foothill is notorious for being more towards the top of a hill, a fortress you can only breach by taking a series of treacherously long staircases. We can’t count how many times we’ve tripped up, down, and all around those cursed steps.

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In Berkeley lore, Foothill is “that Northside dorm” few Southside residents ever venture to, no matter how tempting Foothill’s Late Night steak may be. Foothill is also known as the home of reclusive future engineers. From our experience as residents, however, we found that Foothill had plenty of variation in engineering personalities, as well as in intensity of social life, that differed from floor to floor, building to building, and suite to suite.

Luckily for us, we ended up in a suite where most of us got along pretty well. In fact, we currently live in the same apartment with some of our suitemates, now close friends. Although we live close by, we don’t see these suitemates nearly as often as we once did back at the dorms—which brings us to the difference in social life between apartments versus dorms: read more »


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We were sitting in one of our first lectures of sophomore year when a friendly looking lad sat down next to us. We glanced over at him briefly before continuing to stare blankly at the front of the lecture hall where the professor was setting up his PowerPoint.

“Hi.”

We continued staring ahead, lost in a vegetative state.

“My name is Jen.”

She can’t possibly be talking to us, we thought as we turned over to the student sitting next to us. We found ourselves, however, faced with a grin and an extended hand.
Startled, we introduced ourselves and shook her hand. And then asked her something that unofficially wrote us off as upperclassmen:

“You’re a freshman, right?”

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