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!”