So umm, I GRADUATED!  The last few weeks have been a prolonged goodbye to the alma mater involving a multitude of festivities that should probably be saved for long nights and storytime.  There have been so many memories that simply typing them out online wouldn't do 'em any justice.  I love you all and best of luck in the future!

And now its time for Europe.  Plane leaves in T minus 4 hours, AHHH!!  If you’re gonna be there, hope I run into you!  Europe ain’t that big

There's a Vodka named after me!

Economics Ceremony

Happy Kids!

The Ladies Version, Inquire for the Mens version

One Last Hoorah!

Moorpark Kids @ Haas Graduation!

Political Science 106A TA's!

My Favorite JieJie!

Awe . . . Parents!

Smile, but don’t be afraid to cry . . .

Although I possess a considerable amount of emotional stability, I have come to the conclusion that it often hinges and reflects the emotions of those around me.  In a typical day, I’m usually upbeat and carefree, happy with the optimistic side of daily situations.  However, over the past week, there have been countless situations where I have been immersed in negative/pessimistic/unhappy atmospheres.  I try valiantly to be patient with people, yet everyone has their individual and communal problems and it is often difficult to cater or always try to find the right thing to say.  When comforting others or brightening people’s days by revealing a more positive perspective from my own thoughts, I often find myself absorbing tidbits of their discomfort.  In small doses this is not particularly a problem, as I am naturally cheerful.  Yet when those closest to me encounter situations and often seek my advice or opinion in tandem, I often feel an elevated load of mental stress or worry over the well being of those that I surround myself with.  It’s so easy to always complain or let small things in life get you down, that I often wonder what type of chemical makeup yields the balance of our emotions and whether many people are inherently inbalanced.

This week’s events have sparked tears by many.  I have started to grasp an understanding of this emotion and find it to be a fascinating one.  Whether they be tears of pain, joy, frustration, or laughter, tears express a hidden emotion that is inexplicable and often much more powerful than dialogue.  There is something unique about this inherent emotion, where as soon as they become visible, those small, streaming droplets strike a chord in all people no matter what the background.  It’s a universal language that expresses passion for what certain individuals believe in and often times can not be ignored.  Tears even serve as a tool that builds and strengthens those invaluable bonds between diverse groups of people.  Truly those casual and formal relationships that we hold so dear become much more comfortable when both sides freely express their emotions.  Communication is the key to any interaction, and there’s much more than simply talking.

So smile, but don’t be afraid to cry . . .

After officially interviewing with 21 separate companies in first rounds alone, and about 10 second and final rounds, my recruitment escapades have finally drawn to a close.  As of today, I have sold my soul to Wells Fargo and will be starting in SF this summer!  This way, I’ll still be able to visit all the Berkely kiddies that haven’t graduated.

It’s very interesting how college can shape one’s outlook on the future.  My tastes and preferences have somewhat changed as I am no longer accustomed to the Southern California Lifestyle and feel extremely comfortable residing in the Bay Area.  Of course most of my good friends are still in SoCal, but I suppose that means there’s more opportunity to meet new individuals

Anyways, now that I’m not going to be running around in suits all day anymore, I guess that means we’ll all have more free time for each other.  Apparently there are only 3 weeks left of instruction.  Seeing that I haven’t enjoyed being instructed for the past 4 years, this translates into 3 weeks of fun and excitement.  Call me, Let’s Play!

Luckily I had the honor of stepping into a picture with the highly important Executive Coordinator of some Tri-Fraternity Charity Ball.  Damn, I should have just been a Business Major.