Tom Mallon ’14, a native of Philadelphia, was tatted back in 2010 during the spring of his freshman year on the Farm. A pair of wings flanking a star adorns his back, nearly covering his shoulder blades. He’s been running since his freshman year of high school and mainly competes in middle distances, like the 800.
Even though Stanford often seems like a safe bubble, things like sexually transmitted infections (STIs) still affect the community. According to Stanford University Hospital labs, the three most prevalent STIs on campus are human papillomavirus (better known as genital warts), chlamydia and herpes.
For a while in high school, I had my mind made up that I’d lose my virginity on top of a water tower. Back home, there’s this great set of rolling hills at one edge of town, and kids would drive up there at night to mess around. And a short hike up the hill from one of these spots is a water tower, and if you’re game to scale the chain link fence around it, it’s pretty easy to haul yourself up the ladder to the top. The first time I stood up there, looking down at the twinkling lights of suburbia with the wind on my face, I made up my mind. This would be the spot.
What is it about Halloween that gives us an excuse to dress provocatively? To quote Mean Girls (the obvious mecca for proper girl advice), “Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.”
In 1888, when August Strindberg wrote “Miss Julie,” such a scenario was entirely plausible. On Oct. 15 and Oct. 16, in a crowded and sweltering Roble lounge, Stanford celebrated the 100-year anniversary of the death of the esteemed Swedish playwright by staging performances of this controversial play, which explores the sordid topics of lust, love, class and gender.