Images through the ages for UCSB's Associated Students.
Paula likes to blame others.
People think I hate being in photos until they realize that I'm reflected in their sunglasses like...5 times.
The 'mostly' left-leaning group.
"So there I was, just shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple a guys, who were up to no good.." "HEY!" "So there I was, just shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple a guys, who were up to no good.."
The old gang.
Ben was panting. I decided not to tell him about that panting woman I encountered earlier.
Tents don't guard themselves.
The medics, ready for anything. I'm pretty sure they had a gameboy in there, in case you got bored while bleeding.
Oh hello bleachers, how you've grown.
Jordon hops along from place to place.
The big screen doesn't photograph well.
Which is probably for the best, since it seems there are shenanigans going on.
The crowd reacts to these crazy hijinks.
Paual points out a large albatross, moments before it dive bombs me.