March 15, 2008
I was mugged three times at Berkeley. My apartments were broken into three times. My car was stolen twice, the second time it was never found. the FBI once raided our apartment because my crazy roommate thought he was being followed by the Unabomber. My very first day at Cal, we had a 10pm curfew because there were riots on the streets following the killing of the trespasser into University House. I was nearly assaulted by a homeless person on two occasions. When I moved into one apartment, there were wild mushrooms growing in a closet and potatoes in the pantry that were so rotten they had liquefied into putrid black goo. I nearly flunked out of my Chemical Engineering curriculum. My sophomore year, I was so stressed and sleep-deprived, I passed out in the computer lab over Thanksgiving break and a janitor woke me up the next morning.

University of California - Berkeley (Reviews on Yelp.com)

(I was scrolling through the reviews of Gelateria Naia, and somehow ended up on this page. Yes, everything’s on Yelp now, even your university. I didn’t attend UC Berkeley - or Cal, as we affectionately refer to it here in the Bay - and I’m glad I didn’t. I like Berkeley for the hanging-out sessions, not the academic experience. But this review made me laugh. Such a Berkeley experience, to the core. -Y)