You’re busy thinking just one thing: “Am I going to keep in touch with this person after graduation?”
By the end of spring quarter, you can comfortably eat all your meals outside. Who wouldn’t want to eat outside? The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and by dinnertime you know that the rest of your day is doomed to be spent crouched at a desk in front of a computer. And so, earlier this week I found myself at a picnic table in a scenic little corner of campus.
“So, what are you doing next year?” It’s the question that strikes fear into the heart of every graduating student.
If you asked any undergrad to describe themself in one adjective right now, they’d almost definitely answer with “tired” or “busy.” Someone with a little more creativity or a tendency toward being overdramatic will use a better synonym–exhausted, swamped, crushed, etc. Pretty much everyone on the Stanford campus is some level of “busy.” But the question is, how does this make you behave?
How often do you use your friends’ first names? Now that you think about it, is it really that often? You only have to use their name if you want get their attention from across the dining hall, right? You could probably go for days, weeks or even months just by using “dude” instead.
The knowledge that everything will soon end creates a sort of frenzy: the Last Chance Syndrome.
Befriending a professor is no easy task, but it does come in handy. For one thing, a good relationship with your professor makes it easier to get that prized recommendation letter.
The thing is, no one likes to be the tired person, the “party-pooper,” the self-avowed “old person” who prefers to go home and sleep instead of party or otherwise stay awake.