Made my way to New Jersey for the first time, and needless to say, there's not much to say about it. I was at a quiet little suburb, which by East Coast standards, are a bit different from the burbs you'd see on the West Coast. For example, if you can see in this picture, there's no such thing as fences. There are other differences, but I won't get into it at the moment. So I was at this UCLA alumni event in which we hosted a bbq for the incoming freshmen and their parents. It's interesting to see what kind of personality of student it takes to compel them to move across the country to go to college. What culminated in this sea of Jersey accents were discussions over adjusting to living on the other side of the country to the magnitude (ha ha...earthquakes? get it?) of California stereotypes (some of the most colorful being that we don't know how to drive in the rain, we are pussies when it comes to the weather, and we are just sooo much slower than the east coast folk).
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