So there I was, in the middle of sleeping when all of a sudden, the phone rings. It's 8:00am, who would be calling at this hour? It's an old friend of mine from the hospital days. What the heck does he want? He's comin to Cal, and not surprisingly, comin to Cal Day and wants to hang out. Geez, he couldn't have called later, or earlier in the week? So even after I made fun of the poor souls who had to go to Cal Day, I myself made my way up the low incline to Ha-Haas to await for him to come out of the speech by the chancellor. Right when the huge crowd was starting to make their way out, a huge downpour started to fall. The crowd, predictably, was none too pleased. One girl who passed wondered when she could get to go to the Stanfurd day, or whatever they call it. The rest of the morning was just as dreary and all the booths I passed tried to stay cheerful as they tried to pass along their information or sell their stuff. One line empty was the bbq line where first of all, it's raining, and second, no one wants to pay $7 for a hamburger. Other than that, people were all too interested, even the math line, where people were fascinated in hearing about the math major. Along with the Cal spirit, no visit to Berkeley would be complete without a protest and there was a nice, loud one advocating the removal of the ROTC from the UC campus.

As the rain continued, places with roofs were very crowded. Library tours were packed. The cable cars were standing room only. The student store actually had people buying stuff. By noon, I left my friend, who was tired of the rain and saw all he needed to see. He saw the small dorms, bland Evans Hall, and all the construction going on. So it's either this or UCLA. Yes, the latter choice looks so much better.