Let's spend the night together

...the longer I sat in the dorm, the more depressed I got, so we went out for a stroll around the campus at dusk. Walking in the rain, the campus felt so empty, there were people passing by once in a while, I tried to smile at them but they didn't smile back, I felt cold. The Sather Tower was standing lonely in the rain, last time I saw it, it was Christmas, we were on a tour bus, the guide pointed to the tower as the bus rushed by Berkeley, I only caught a glimpse of it and I thought to myself, oh, so that's berkeley ... now here I am, but I didn't feel as happy as I was supposed to be, maybe it was the weather, maybe... The campus was huge, and very beautiful too, especially the northern part, there was even a creek meandering through the woods. I like Berkeley's old European style buildings, every single one of them was so different and they must be at least a hundred years old...sunset at 8:30pm, exactly as weather.com predicted. We went back to our dorms, FYI, my Mom and I had rooms on different floors, we were deliberately seperated and each assigned a roommate. My roommate, the girl left her bra hanging from the desk, was partying somewhere probably, so I headed to my Mom's room cuz we needed to share shampoo, toothpaste and other stuff. Surprisingly enough, my Mom's roommate was in the room alone reading. A bubbly Iranian lady, like all protecive asian parents, she tagged along with her son. From the moment we entered the room, she had been complaining about the dorm in her funny accent, "this is bad, don't you feel bad? it's like a jail, I even feel bad for you kids. You will not have privacy at all. I feel sorry for my son......" that didn't make me feel any better, but very nice of her, she allowed me to spend the night in their rooms. I was feeling so guilty seeing my mom climbing up to the upper bunk, the Iranian lady kept on babbling about her son, but my mind was somewhere else, and my body was already asleep...