When I got off the BART (the underground system in the Bay Area), I was stunned. I wasn’t greeted with the harmonious neighborhood in Berkeley. Instead, the smell of marijuana came into my nose; the homeless people were shouting out some curse words at me, smashing items on the street; around the street corner, a man came out of nowhere and asked me for cash. During my first night in Berkeley, I fell asleep accompanied by the noise of sirens and the buzz on my phone of the safety alarm from the school authority. I was scared.
Friends around me told me that it might take a while to get used to it but Berkeley never failed to fascinate you.