Random Scrap:
I was at the pay phone by the college explaining to Mom and Dad about my dilema with going to Berkeley and potentially having to take a summer school. The ticket with LOT had already been booked and we were supposed to go on our trip to Turkey together. The ticket was refundable but the trip was symbolic. Dad promised to take me to Ankara once I get my first tooth. I didn't want to hurt Mom's feelings. "Don't worry about us." A few days earlier I had three Heinekens at the bar in Santa Monica pier to mark thedecision that I decided to accept Berkeley. The acceptance letter came with a blue folder stuck in a large yellow envelope. It had been what I dreamed of and I couldn't say no. I didn't have a heart to tell Amy about it. She had hidden the letter from UCLA under the table and waited for me when I got back home. I took a bus and sort of touched the walls on the UCLA campus. Another move, another uncertainty. Delayed by a few months so I could go home and think about how I am going to pay that all.