He’s holding a healthy chunk of man’s most precious commodity (time) and it’s burning a hole in his pocket.
He’s got time; to decide on a major (History or Econ), to sit up until 5am writing fanatically about protest, to follow the evening without (much) regard for midterms.
He’s thinking of letting his days in speech and debate “die with high-school”, but he still holds an intrinsic ability to speak intelligently (or not at all).
Berkeley was a choice he made over a beer and a professor’s turn of phrase,
“He just said it perfectly, just at the perfect time.”
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