Senior spring was supposed to be my chillest Stanford quarter. I was going to be in two real classes and wanted to focus my energy on social interactions and relationships. But life comes at you fast, and plans change. This definitely wasn’t my chillest quarter, and it seemed like it wasn’t for a lot of…
Clinical depression sucks, my dudes. That said, it’s also #relatable disturbingly similar to the symptoms of academic burnout and senior-year cynicism, or often confused for general millennial malaise, so. What’s what? Am I exhausted because of my 9 a.m. lecture, or is this just chronic fatigue? Am I in the throes of existential dread just…
I by no means lived the Perfect Stanford Experience™, that’s for sure… But what I do have is vital.
My favorite story to tell anxious underclassmen who are facing challenging midterms, summer internship hunts and Other Life Obstacles is how I was rejected from The Daily.
For those who have shut out The Daily after feeling alienated by mistreatment of you or someone you know, I encourage you to consider dialogue rather than hostile distrust.
In my head, there’s a Stanford-Before-The-Election and a Stanford-After-The-Election. November 8, 2016 pretty neatly divided my college experience into two almost-equal halves.
Looking back on my time at Stanford, I can confidently say that nothing has shaped my experience as much as The Stanford Daily. And knowing I’m about to leave the place that has determined my career trajectory, given me some of my closest friends and made me into the person I am today scares me more than leaving Stanford itself.
I used to think Stanford was my dream school. And if you’re reading this, it probably was yours, too, at some point in time.