Paintball with My Dorm!

Paintball with My Dorm!

This last weekend, the first in February, was the first time it’s rained in a while here, which I would normally say is a good thing, but my dorm had planned to team up with another dorm and go paintballing in Santa Clara, so the rain was a little bit of a worry.

10 conceptions I had that Stanford proved wrong (Part 4)

10 conceptions I had that Stanford proved wrong (Part 4)

What started out as a little list of ten misconceptions I had coming into Stanford as a clueless freshman has turned into a full blown series of posts: one, two, three, and the one you are presently staring at. Sadly, this will be the last blog post in this series. I’ve had so much fun with this series that I wish I had several more conceptions I could write about. But alas, I was not that clueless as a freshman. Ah, well. Misconception #8: I’m weird. Following the onset of irrational-adolescent-awkwardness syndrome in sixth grade, I didn’t feel comfortable in my own skin. I would hide my homemade but exotic Chinese meals behind my lunchbag, hesitate to cheer amidst my classmates’ groans when our teacher announced our next writing assignment, and restrained myself from humming the entire clarinet melody in Prokofiev’s Piano Concerto no.3 in C, op.26 when there were other passengers in our car. Only at home and with close friends did I venture to be my weird, quirky, dorky, nerdy self. My irrational-adolescent-awkwardness-syndrome was soon cured in college. On the first day of school, everyone in our freshman dorm was told to bring a special item of theirs to share with the group. One girl brought a small houseplant she had named Susanne, explaining that it kept her from getting homesick. Another guy unfurled a tube of paper to reveal a poster of K$sha, and announced that she was his favorite singer. Several other guys clapped loudly with approval. By the time it was my turn, I had no qualms about sharing my own quirky item. The truth is, everyone is weird in their own way. On that very first day, my classmates showed me that they would embrace...
The Most Dangerous Game

The Most Dangerous Game

The first game happens on a Friday night. Two contestants face each other down across the green felt. They are opposites in every way. One prefers his cue heavy, the other light. One is a prospective CS major, the other philosophy. They move deliberately, and a “clack-clack-clack” of fifteen ceramic spheres echoes across the room. Suddenly — a BANG! and the game is on.

Where Should I Live?

Where Should I Live?

You have some choices when it comes to where you want to live during your time at Stanford. The basic options are to live in the dorms, on the row, or in more apartment-style living spaces like Mirrielees or Oak Creek.

It’s Good to be Back

It’s Good to be Back

It’s the start of a new year here on the Farm, and that means new classes, new dorms, and a big switch from life at home during the summer with family to life on campus surrounded by amazing students and faculty.

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