Post-Finale?
So graduation happened this past weekend. I started work at Google this past Tuesday. Everything they say about Google is all true and much, much more. It is, so far, the most incredible work environment I have ever encountered. I'm bound by legal contract that I can't really disclose any of the stuff I learn or do there until late 2007.
At graduation, it was really great to see everyone for what may be the last time for a long, long time. Not just some, but many of us in the ee department did indeed graduate jobless. I can do nothing but shake my fist at the department now in a sort of helpless and futile anger.
It all ended so quickly that it very nearly felt offensive to such a long and arduous journey. For the vast majority of people, the reward for all of it does not live up to the promise of four years prior. I am not at all unhappy with Stanford nor can I possibly try to fault the very important and special people who have helped me along the way. Without the very many people who have shaped my experience and have furthermore shaped me into something better than I was before, I would be hopelessly lost in a sea of paranoid, hostile, and unwelcome illusion. For that and for all the many good things I cannot possibly remember or remain too absorbed to account for, thank you.
I feel my voice, my efforts, my intent to repay all I have to be grateful for was too little and too late. I hope, though, that all that passed on these grounds these four years will not simply become just a memory.
At graduation, it was really great to see everyone for what may be the last time for a long, long time. Not just some, but many of us in the ee department did indeed graduate jobless. I can do nothing but shake my fist at the department now in a sort of helpless and futile anger.
It all ended so quickly that it very nearly felt offensive to such a long and arduous journey. For the vast majority of people, the reward for all of it does not live up to the promise of four years prior. I am not at all unhappy with Stanford nor can I possibly try to fault the very important and special people who have helped me along the way. Without the very many people who have shaped my experience and have furthermore shaped me into something better than I was before, I would be hopelessly lost in a sea of paranoid, hostile, and unwelcome illusion. For that and for all the many good things I cannot possibly remember or remain too absorbed to account for, thank you.
I feel my voice, my efforts, my intent to repay all I have to be grateful for was too little and too late. I hope, though, that all that passed on these grounds these four years will not simply become just a memory.