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A farewell to my frosh dorm

It was a normal Wednesday on campus. I tend to like Wednesdays because I have a lighter class schedule. Stern serves French toast at breakfast, and I know that I will actually have time to complete work before the sun goes down. On this particular day, though, I was absorbed in the final projects that…

The end of freshman year

As the sun sets on my freshman year, I can’t help but look back as well as look forward to what’s to come. Coming into my freshman year, I truly tried to possess an open mindset, and as this year begins to wrap up, I feel like that mentality has integrated itself into my personality.…

Why I miss rollout season

For the unsuspecting frosh, rollouts can definitely rank as one of the scarier, weirder and more cult-like experiences at Stanford. Often at early hours, the sound of hand after hand pounding on your door can seem like claps of thunder straight from hell. I remember during rollout season that the first rollout of the year…

Hunting for caterpillars

“Spring quarter” and “caterpillars.” The two are basically synonymous … or so I thought. Despite hearing countless stories from upperclassmen about this springtime terror during my first two quarters at Stanford, I could barely wait to take part in this communal hatred of the caterpillars on campus. Feeling left out from this inherent experience as…