At its April 16 meeting, the ASSU Undergraduate Senate debated issues surrounding the policies and structure of the Senate, including the organization of committees, whether senators should be allowed to study abroad and how many Senate seats should be reserved for upperclassmen.
As a current Stanford junior who’s helped plan some of Stanford’s largest student events, from class formals to Full Moon 2010 and the recent Cataracs concert, I couldn’t be more excited thinking about the potential that exists with the newly created Office of Alcohol Policy and Education (OAPE). I think that Monday’s Editorial Board piece (“Sobering up at the OAPE,” Oct. 10) unfortunately missed the mark.
’m sure a lot of you can relate to the feeling of staying quiet even when you have things to say. I want to use this column to explore this — not as an artifact of my individual personality (which in many cases it is), but as part of a larger process that happens on this campus. The process of silencing others is subtle and often not apparent to those who do not experience it or who are perpetrating it. I want to talk about how this has happened to me to try to raise awareness of how it happens and to encourage students to think about how they may be minimizing the voices of others.
It’s impossible to give 100 percent to every task, 100 percent of the time. For me, this truth begins to sink in around the middle of each quarter. As a perfectionist and as someone who has a difficult time saying no (two descriptors that I suspect apply to many other Stanford students), my inability to put in a top effort, every time, for everything I do, sometimes distresses me. The math itself is distressing enough: say 65 percent of my time and energy go toward being a full-time student, but my extracurriculars would like as much as 40 percent and my friends at least 20 percent. And then factor in internships and future planning and random tasks, plus the nagging feeling that it’s never enough, that I should be doing more — wait, where does that leave any time for me? We’re already over 100 percent, and the last time I checked, no amount of idealism can counteract the fact that time machines don’t exist.
Saturday night I had what I can safely say is the worst dream I’ve ever had in my life. I dreamt that I was falling out of control. That I was becoming the person that nearly everyone I told I was going to school in California feared I would become: California embodied.
It’s no secret that living on the Row has its perks. Location wise it can’t be beat, and when it comes to the campus social scene, you’re in the center of nearly everything. From frat parties, to Wednesday nights at EBF or Kairos, to parties at Casa and Xanadu, to Exotic Erotic at 680 or hanging out around Columbae’s fire pit — most of the campus social scene seems to be focused around the Row.