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Hannah Broderick

Dear Ricker, I love you

I have been fortunate enough to dine on Ricker cuisine for just under a year now. And yet, every time I walk down my three flights of stairs, generally wearing PJs, I feel a significant rise in spirits. Whether it’s exchanging smiles with Mary, Ricker’s fearless and devoted General Manager, or chatting with Chris about…

Life overheard

I’ve always wanted to be a writer, someone living an isolated life with nothing but time to focus on the craft of creating stories. I took this separatist approach during the early years of my writing, safely tucked away at my desk scribbling down poems in the requisite moleskin, my door closed, my thoughts growing…

Taking breaks

My immense pleasure at the quality of my time this long weekend prompted me to reflect on the ideas behind taking a break. We all seem to regard Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays as times for exercising a way of living life different from our normal existence. The bliss of a three-day weekend, or any weekend…

Ups and Downs

It’s a beautiful sunny day, and I get up at noon. Suites boys are playing “Johnny B. Goode,” and I break the tea-cup my best friend from high school got me as a gift. Tonight my boyfriend and I will celebrate a friend’s birthday and cuddle; tomorrow I will spend the day in bed, feeling…

Whiteboards with friends

I landed a single in Potter House in Governor’s Corner thanks to a last-minute decision not to study abroad. Despite its location on the other side of the universe, the three flights of stairs between the front door and my room and the curious case of the first stall never having toilet paper, Potter is…

Not my future: ‘Blade Runner 2049’

The night began innocently enough: a 15-minute drive to the Redwood City Cinemark, two tickets to “Blade Runner: 2049,” a medium bucket of popcorn, Theater 11. But from the film’s opening sequence to its rather abrupt ending, I felt ill at ease. It wasn’t the plot that kept me shackled to my seat, ignoring nature’s…

Cult of athletica

Strength, and the way it enables you to push your body to work for you, is a glorious thing. It’s our personal desire to amass this strength that sends us flocking, one by one, two by two, three by three, to workout facilities of all kinds. And when it comes time to enter these mirrored,…

This Stanford life

The McDonald’s ball pit of my childhood was the Kailua Public Library. This was the place where I transitioned from being read to by my mother to selecting what I would read to myself. Wednesdays at Aikahi Elementary School ended early, and so my babysitter Ms. Jolene and I would hop into her yellow jeep,…

Traveling towards forgiveness

Touching down in an unfamiliar place and the surrounding stresses that come with doing so – securing bags, finding transportation, withdrawing funds – can be more kindly understood as getting one’s bearings. Because we have become so short with ourselves, we have the highest expectations of a nearly nonexistent learning curve; we enter into new…

Life during Dead Week

I was taken aback by the labeling of an entire week as non-living. Surely it was a waste of precious time to do such a thing. And so ever since that fateful Freshman fall I have made it a point to live ardently during these upcoming five days.

Recalling Stanford

Since coming to Stanford I have lost some of that enthusiasm and love of place, and so to be reminded of it by the voices of the next generation was a refreshing and uplifting experience.

Apply yourself: Applications as tools of growth

Somewhere between composing an essay on what I hoped to learn about independent publishing and responding to the question of what I most value in a co-worker, my conception of this answering application questions process began to change. I discovered a strange joy in taking the time to stop and engage in opportunities for self-reflection.

What matters to you and why?

Created as part of my application to Stanford, rereading and then writing a second version of this work brought me a strange degree of self-clarity and reminded me of writing’s immense potential for internal understanding.

Transit time: Biking at Stanford

Moving from point A to point B requires time spent in transit. This transit time is often personal, and it takes on something of a meditative quality. Travel at Stanford generally centers around biking, an activity that provides students with opportunities for kindness, care, and reflections on their humanity.

Slow down, you move too fast, you got to make the morning last

It’s only two days into week six of fall quarter, so imagine my surprise upon receiving an email from my PMA (Pre Major Advisor) informing me that Winter Quarter enrollment opened this past Sunday. Did I miss something? Here I am just settling into the rhythm of my courses, beginning to take those first hesitant steps into their content, when suddenly I’m forced to think about what’s coming next.

False advertising

At Stanford, every experience, from the Freshman Scavenger Hunt to Sophomore College to meals at Arrillaga are marketed as perfect. And into this web of expectation comes little room for experiencing an emotion separate from elation.

Never ending

The end of one thing always marks the beginning of another, and my first year at Stanford is no different. As freshman year swings to a close, I can’t help sniffle as I read through old journal entries, pull down wall collages and slowly take apart the identity I have crafted during this first year…

One table, two chairs, three hours, four people, 5-SURE

The night begins in a closet. Tucked away behind an unlabeled and wonderfully mysterious door on the first floor of Old Union, the 5-SURE shed is a Pop-Tart lover’s paradise. Safeway bags overflowing with such exotic flavors as cherry and blueberry, tiny water bottles and Annie’s fruit snacks abound. After rallying the troops, four other…

Beautiful Beltane

For most of us Stanford mortals, Synergy is a word heavily shrouded by implications, associations, and perhaps even a certain appeal. We have classified co-op people as a specific sort, and are not quick to change these stock images. In the same way, we have established notions of Greek-lifers, athletes, CS majors, and cultural groups;…

Mediations on tea

When I first saw that ARTHIST 287A, “The Japanese Tea Ceremony: The History, Aesthetics and Politics Behind a National Pastime,” was a course offered during Stanford’s spring quarter I was floored. I couldn’t believe that such a nuanced interest of mine was woven into the fabric of Stanford’s academic net. Needless to say, I was…

You’d better hurry; I heard there’s a rush

It’s only been two weeks, but spring quarter is already doing a bang-up job reminding me why I was tickled pink to start my freshman year at Stanford back in September. Sunlight showing up and out like nobody’s business, new flower species making their presence known, a wonderfully diverse range of classes to choose from;…
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