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Kassidy Kelley

Embrace the tears

As the saying (almost) goes, it’s my life, and I’ll cry if I want to. At my middle school, there was this widely held belief that being seen crying was equivalent to wearing a scarlet letter on your chest. It was the ground for social ostracism for the day, more than likely brought on by…

Dealing with pop culture illiteracy

I feel like many group conversations eventually tend to veer down the path of talking about pop culture. Whether it be about some new Netflix original that was released, a commonly enjoyed TV show or book from childhood or just any semi-obsession that everyone seems to share, voices elevate, eyes brighten, hands wildly gesture and…

The anomaly of the Stanford experience

As a kid, movies and TV shows really had me fooled with their false portrayals of reality. Nickelodeon’s “Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide” did not thoroughly prepare me for the cringe-worthy and awkward three years that were my middle school experience. And then Disney Channel depicted high school as this tumultuous balancing act between trying…

Saying no to imagined pressure

At my elementary school, “Say No to Drugs” posters littered the walls. In the cafeteria, the classrooms or the gym, we always had looming, overhead reminders of the importance of “Drug Abuse Resistance Education,” as if my seven-year-old self was even considering going to the dumpster behind the playground to partake in hard drugs. So…

Hate to be late, always am

I hate being late — to anything, really, but for now, I’m talking about class in particular. I hate seeing heads turn towards me as I sheepishly tip-toe into the room, as if my steps would even be heard on the carpeted floors of Stanford’s classrooms anyways. Yes, I know that not all of the…

Two wheels can only go so far

The summer before my freshman year, the idea of biking everywhere gave me butterflies — the good kind. Sun on my skin, no helmet on my head and, most important, no longer confined to the mundane paths of the same local parks that I had been biking through since the age of wearing Barbie knee-pads…

New year, new classes

For the past year and a half, I have been solely consumed by the world of papers, research and readings. I heard people mention “p-sets,” but I would always laugh to myself or fend off triggering memories of some of my least favorite parts of my high school math and science classes. I felt far…

Dr. Seuss’ how the Stanford bubble stole my holiday spirit

I remember the days of ending the first semester of school with a week full of holiday parties. We elementary schoolers eagerly waited for our parents to rush in with hot chocolate, cookies and cupcakes decorated with snowflakes, Christmas trees and dreidels. I remember flipping between ABC Family’s “25 Days of Christmas” movie marathons and…

The early-ish bird gets the worm

Last year, I had a 9:30 class every single morning of both fall and winter quarter, and I absolutely hated it. Because of the classes I wanted to take, I really didn’t have any other option. So I managed to drag myself out of the warmth and comfort of my sheets every morning, telling myself…

Procrastination beyond the classroom

My bike spent three months locked in a storage unit collecting dust, its handlebars probably twisted at some odd angle to make room for various boxes and miscellaneous items. Before I had even set foot on campus, my grandpa told me to make sure that I put air in my tires before getting back on…

Online shopping but never dropping

A pair of jeans. The Ghostface mask from the “Scream” horror franchise. Stickers. All of these are seemingly unrelated things. So what’s the common denominator? Each of these items has recently found its way into my online shopping cart, and none of them even came from the same website. To put it quite simply, I…

Deciding to love your decisions

Asking me to pick my favorite quote is like asking a die-hard film enthusiast to pick their favorite movie. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever given the same answer to that question before. It changes with my mood, with the coming of a new day, perhaps with the alignment of the stars. I mean,…

There are indeed more letters than STEM

I have never been a STEM person. As early as elementary school, I strongly preferred the vocabulary list memorization and imaginative story writing of language arts to the humdrum multiplication tables of math and yawn-inducing cell diagrams of science. I’m sure that many other people probably had similar tastes at such a young age —…

Finding my voice

People in my dorm last year told me that they could hear me talking from two floors down. If someone really gets me going, I’m almost embarrassed at how loudly I can laugh. I was voted “Most Likely to Rally” at my dorm’s end-of-the-year banquet back in June. My mom still has to remind me…

Lessons learned from assassins

This quarter is coming to an end, which means my freshman year at Stanford is almost over. So, naturally, my dorm has been squeezing in some of the last of the most important Stanford traditions. More specifically, last week we started playing a round of Assassins. For anyone unfamiliar with the game, you are assigned…

On everything that has led up to right now

What are you doing right now? Well, obviously reading this article, I suppose. But look around. Who are the people around you? Or are you alone? What are you wearing? What were you doing an hour ago? Two hours ago? Maybe it was something big. Or perhaps it was extremely unimportant and irrelevant. Two hours…

Optimism outshines pessimism

I never know what to say when I’m hit with the cliché application prompt or overdone ice breaker that asks me to describe myself in a certain number of words. I hate finding that awkward balance between words that sound like a humble brag, teetering on the edge of conceit, and words that every other…
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Not being able to explain my absence to my dog

Dogs are supposedly our best friends. And, from my experience, I can attest to the truth of that statement. I’m in love with all 16-ish pounds of my small, white, fluffy angel — Duncan, a bichon frise (not to be confused with a poodle, as he so often is). He’s 12 years old, and we…

Southern but not stereotypical

I’m from the South — Atlanta, Georgia to be specific. And I love my home. Sadly, though, I find myself frequently having to defend it. Often times when I introduce myself and include my city of origin, I can practically see the stereotypes raging through people’s minds about what exactly goes on below the Mason-Dixie…

On a failed attempt at an easy quarter

I’ve been getting advice on the best way to distribute my units throughout the three quarters since the very start of the school year. And all the advice, though coming from hundreds of different people, all sounded the exact same. Freshman fall, you want to take it easy — 12 to 15 units because adjusting…

19 going on 90?

Roughly a year ago, I felt like I was in my prime. Yes, I was facing a drastic case of senioritis that left me practically incapable of doing anything but watching Netflix and making music videos in the back of classrooms with my friends, but I was thriving nonetheless. I had a four month summer…

Making time for reading something other than your textbooks

My best friend and I started our own book club. And by club, I mean to say that it’s just the two of us, struggling to get through all 1,142 pages of Stephen King’s It. Wistful thinking, perhaps even for spring quarter. I challenge the practicality of our endeavor because my beloved “Rinc Love” bookmark…
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