What do Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael and Leonardo da Vinci have in common? Before you say ‘the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,’ I’ll point out another similarity that I’ve been thinking about recently — they all had patrons who funded and supported their art. Which means that, in a nutshell, they weren’t writing applications and scouring the…
I don’t remember the last summer I laid in bed and slept until noon every day for months. I don’t think I’ve ever felt the lack of responsibility or the taste of freedom of a hot, June day. Since freshman year of high school, I’ve been thrown into collegiate summer institutes, volleyball trainings and summer…
This is not what a Stanford education is supposed to look like, I remember thinking. It was only my third week at the University when my entire freshman dorm had marched off to the annual Fall Career Fair held in White Plaza. I wandered through its rows aimlessly, unsure of what I, without a single grade on my transcript, was meant to offer the nicely dressed recruiters, waiting eagerly for me behind their well decorated booths. The thought of my summer internship or first job had barely crossed my mind; as for me, school had just barely begun.
Dear Hiring Manager, We’re excited to apply for the position of _________. We are undergraduates at Stanford University and aim to complete a prospective Bachelor’s degree in [interdisciplinary major] by June ____. Before you stop reading this, suspicious of our nondescript major, grant us the benefit of the doubt just this once. We know we…
Over the past four years, the Stanford Global Studies (SGS) Division of the School of
This summer, I interned at a homelessness organization located in the Bay Area. I worked in the administrative offices in the education department, which create and coordinate both child and adult programming for the various shelter sites. The curricula focus on financial literacy, employment search, technology skills and personal improvements for adults, as well as…
I spent the majority of this past summer at home in Georgia. I slipped into my old routines as if I had never left, feeding our cats and arguing with my brother just like I had throughout the better part of my childhood. Sometimes, it felt like everything was exactly as it was when I…
After working for nine weeks in Menlo Park, I returned home to San Diego for the last month of summer. My internship had been slow and a bit lonely, and I was ecstatic to be returning to a month with my family. It would be my first extended trip home since I began college last…
