We’ll tell a friend about how a class went on forever or look back at the quarter and say it passed by in a flash. This sort of feeling to me seems to be pretty much universal, but we let the absurdity of it pass by with a wink and a nod.
But, you soon realize that, really, there’s no one watching you at Stanford. You can pretty much do anything (or nothing!).
I tried my hardest to talk, too loudly and too often — only to be told by a friend much later that I “didn’t open my mouth.”
Stanford has a weird relationship with the concept of being “special.”