Shimmering steel pan drums greeted me with the melodies of Cardinal Calypso. Next, a wave of heat over across my face and fingers, defrosting them from the brisk biking air. Students all over shed their jackets as they absorbed the myriad events around them. They had arrived to Party On the Edge.
The green numbers of my alarm clock read 7:00 a.m. Despite having been home for a couple of months, I still took several seconds to comprehend that the clock was telling the truth. What happened to rolling out of bed just in time for 11:00 classes?
Stanford does have a legacy of brilliant scientists and doctors, and there are many young musicians, scholars and athletes who dream of coming to the Farm. But what actually happens at Stanford the place? This is what portrayals of Stanford typically fail to depict.