the Grind

When I began my freshman year at Stanford almost eight months ago, I was pretty set on never taking a computer science class. I’d never coded before, and I’ve always considered myself to be a... Read More »

A glorious plate of food — then the camera flips to friends, who wave as they eye the meal. An explosion of noise with bleary-eyed youths bopping about, gripping red Solo cups. A scene of great... Read More »

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... Read More »

I cannot talk about studying in Italy without talking about the food. Read More »

As I began to more regularly FaceTime my family, I realized the dangers of video chatting with family members, especially while living in college. Read More »

“Hey, how’re you doing?” “I’m tired, but good.” Tired. My go-to self-descriptor. I’m constantly tired to the point where I consider it a component of my personality. It’s not that life... Read More »

Recently, I had a sudden and semi-germophobic realization that I should probably clean my computer keyboard more often – maybe even as often as I wash my hands. As a prospective English major... Read More »

From applying to Stanford’s Student Housing as a “single” student to specifying a status here and there as an answer to friends’ questions, I’ve thought about what being single signifies.... Read More »