Students find that while UAR pre-med advisers provide useful resources for logistical questions, their lack of personal experiences as pre-med undergraduates is a setback.
Social Dance 1, one of Stanford’s most popular introductory dance classes, was forced to reopen its doors this fall after reaching full capacity to correct a gender imbalance of 17 more males than females.
It has been less than two weeks since the Class of 2016 descended on the Farm. In the midst of choosing classes, registering bikes and checking out the first fraternity parties, a few freshmen have found the time to do one more thing: close down the admissions advice blog they started back in June.
Cardinal Nights, the Office of Alcohol Policy and Education (OAPE) effort to provide and promote alcohol-free social events, is entering its sophomore year with an eye toward increasing programming and student outreach.
New wireless technology developed by Stanford researchers could eliminate the need for batteries in implantable medical devices.
Despite administrators’ claims that the new policy will lead to a safer environment for students to live in, there is fear the policy is doing the exact opposite.
Assistant Dean of Stanford Summer Session Jess Matthews warned students that the storage or consumption of hard liquor would not be tolerated in dorms during the summer.
I realized that I did have one piece of advice left that I wanted to shout from the rooftops, something I wanted to say to every single student on Stanford's campus: You should write a column.
But in typical Stanford student fashion, the more work we have, the more ways we conjure to avoid it.
We are all aware that Facebook is not real life, yet the idea that things need to be made "Facebook official" appears to have consumed our generation.
It's crazy that the little things that used to make us so happy are the first things to go once we get too busy.
Given the harsh sting of rejection so many girls feel, I don’t understand why the sororities insist on using a public forum like Facebook when they know that girls that they turned down will see those posts.
We're glad it's your turn, Class of 2016, so here are a few tips to make sure you get the most out of your Admit Weekend experience:
As contrived as it may sound, the Draw brings out the best and the worst in people, and going through it once has left me much more composed this time around. So for those of you who have never gone through the Draw before, here’s what my experiences have taught me:
The idea that one might be able to enjoy and pursue both science and the humanities seems unfathomable to many of the people I talk to, both back at home and here on campus.
After listening to the 911 calls and reading through the multiple accounts of the confrontation between Trayvon and Zimmerman, I now find myself coming across a different set of articles: those attempting to dig into Trayvon's past and paint the picture of him as a troubled young man.
Granted, some of the advice isn't always the best, but every now and then, I receive a piece of advice so wonderful, that I feel the need to shout it from the top of Hoover Tower.
But then, one day, right in the midst of your busy Stanford life, it hits you in the gut, and you suddenly come across a horrible feeling: you feel overwhelmed.
There a few things that all Stanford students seem to bond over: the beautiful weather (the number of screen captures I've seen that compare the weather here to the weather in Cambridge, where it is 32 degrees, is much too high, and yet every photo has multiple Facebook likes), petitions (this past week has been full of Senate and special fees requests in particular), and our common dislike of TSF letters.
Now, at every single gathering I went to, at least half of the current students gave us the same piece of advice: "Live in an all-freshman dorm." This statement was usually followed up with endorsements such as, "I had the best time of my life! Larkin love forever!" or, "I met all my best friends in my freshman dorm!"
I know, it’s hard to stomach, particularly after last week’s column where I publicly declared my love for Stanford (which, for the record, still holds true). But back when I was in high school, I spent the majority of my senior year thinking that I would be attending a particular school over on the East Coast.
The moment I started going to Stanford though, all this changed. Suddenly, people at parties would approach my parents, slowly broach the topic of Stanford in order to confirm that I do indeed go there and then shift over to me while shouting, “You must meet my son/daughter/offspring/pet! They’re applying to Stanford!”