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Got rain?

Weekend nights are for writing — that’s what I tell myself, at least. Why bother with parties, bars and crowds when I’m perfectly capable of being awkward and weird all by myself? I got back to my studio in Escondido Village last Saturday night and the blank pages splayed across my desk called to me…

How to survive a rainy day

Last week’s rain was scary. I had to bike to and from Design Sketching (ME 110) under the influence of the “Pineapple Express” atmospheric river — thank you Stanford Newcomer Guide (SNG) for telling me that fun fact! And yes, before you ask, scientists came up with that name … they must be really bored.…

Two wheels can only go so far

The summer before my freshman year, the idea of biking everywhere gave me butterflies — the good kind. Sun on my skin, no helmet on my head and, most important, no longer confined to the mundane paths of the same local parks that I had been biking through since the age of wearing Barbie knee-pads…

Wheelin’ in the rain

I’m wheelin’ in the rain, just wheelin’ in the rain. What a horrible feeling, I’m unhappy again. I found myself humming this as I made my way to my human biology section, feeling like I was zooming through one of those mist machines at an amusement park on a hot summer’s day — except I…

15 thoughts I have on rainy days

First of all, I should preface this article by saying that I’m from Southern California, where weather doesn’t exist. Because I’m used to sunny, 70-degree weather year-round, any amount of rain is a lot of rain, and at this point, it’s been raining at Stanford for over a week. And let me just tell you:…