I’m teaching a journalism class this spring semester at Orange Coast College in Costa Mesa, where much has changed since I attended 20 years ago as a film major. There’s a new library, for one, and a snazzy baseball field. The gigantic parking lot where I’d sleep in my ’83 Corvette between lectures now has large solar panels that also act as much-needed shade.
But the cafeteria with better-than-average food thanks to our awesome culinary program is still there.
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