Single Status Update
I could've sworn that this college was pink and blue, but my memory could be failing me. It wasn't a particularly pleasant part of my life.
That was where my mom went to college before she got accepted to UCSF.
And right next to the college was.
A grade school that had teachers who liked to treat me like a criminal and lock me in an isolated room for hours every day.
Here's the map.
I guess that I'm having unpleasant childhood memories at the moment.