Stanford students: smarter than the average (Cal) bear
My nose is peeling a little bit from the sunburn I got over the weekend. I got a free t-shirt yesterday for jumping in a fountain in the middle of the day and showing up to my IHUM class soaking wet. The tree outside my window has the most beautiful golden leaves right now that will probably be gone by the time I get back from Thanksgiving break. Cal Week more than ever means that I sit around the lounge late at night discussing how unimaginable it is that there could ever be a school more perfect than Stanford.
I've turned into one of those annoying people that never seems to be doing work. Rock climbing after the dessert progressive? Perfect. Santa Cruz the weekend before break? I'm there. Although I am just as thrilled by my classes. We're reading Walden in IHUM right now and it is a thoroughly (unintentional, I promise) beautiful book. I have never read something so complex and complete. My new goal in life is to love words as much as he does. Although I will have to postpone this infatuation until after my math midterm tonight.
I stumbled in late to math the other day and slid into a seat next to Catherine just in time to hear my professor start to talk about Chinese restaurants. "I have a question prompted by my recent travels," he began auspiciously. "Have any of you ever been to the kind of Chinese restaurant that has a lunch buffet and soft serve ice cream machine? The soft serve ice cream is key." Several hands tentatively went up as people concluded that this was a serious question. "Okay. I have a hypothesis about these restaurants that I want to test. Where have these restaurants typically been?" "Strip malls?" someone ventured timidly. "No, no, I mean what part of the country?" The consensus was the midwest. This excited him and he told us about a certain restaurant he recently visited in Bloomington, Indiana that was touted as the best Chinese restaurant around. Evidently he had his doubts, and the anecdote seemed to imply something about his idea of the culture of the midwest. I smiled slowly to myself as I thought of snow and suburbs and concluded that he knew very little of what he was talking about.
As much as I love California, the midwest is my home. Subpar Chinese restaurants or not, I am so, so excited to be flying back in several days for Thanksgiving.
I've turned into one of those annoying people that never seems to be doing work. Rock climbing after the dessert progressive? Perfect. Santa Cruz the weekend before break? I'm there. Although I am just as thrilled by my classes. We're reading Walden in IHUM right now and it is a thoroughly (unintentional, I promise) beautiful book. I have never read something so complex and complete. My new goal in life is to love words as much as he does. Although I will have to postpone this infatuation until after my math midterm tonight.
I stumbled in late to math the other day and slid into a seat next to Catherine just in time to hear my professor start to talk about Chinese restaurants. "I have a question prompted by my recent travels," he began auspiciously. "Have any of you ever been to the kind of Chinese restaurant that has a lunch buffet and soft serve ice cream machine? The soft serve ice cream is key." Several hands tentatively went up as people concluded that this was a serious question. "Okay. I have a hypothesis about these restaurants that I want to test. Where have these restaurants typically been?" "Strip malls?" someone ventured timidly. "No, no, I mean what part of the country?" The consensus was the midwest. This excited him and he told us about a certain restaurant he recently visited in Bloomington, Indiana that was touted as the best Chinese restaurant around. Evidently he had his doubts, and the anecdote seemed to imply something about his idea of the culture of the midwest. I smiled slowly to myself as I thought of snow and suburbs and concluded that he knew very little of what he was talking about.
As much as I love California, the midwest is my home. Subpar Chinese restaurants or not, I am so, so excited to be flying back in several days for Thanksgiving.