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…
Last year, I turned off the email notifications from my phone in an attempt to declutter my life. Not because it didn’t bring me joy, but because it brought me unnecessary stress and anxiety. With the combination of email lists that I’m on, I receive over 50 emails per day – yes I’ve counted. Imagine…
Being from the Caribbean means that California’s mild winters feel like real winter, and the concept of skiing was a foreign fairy tale for most of my life. I’ll take sunshine and warm beaches over rain and gloom any day. Though I enjoy dressing in trendy boots and cute scarves during winter, I’d rather sweat…
Four years is a long time to sustain Stanford’s fast pace. As a freshman, I often wondered how I could care about everything I was doing and still feel unmotivated, exhausted and done. I couldn’t reconcile my appreciation for Stanford with the dread that loomed large with every small task: sending an email, walking into…
Get a full night’s rest or complete your assignment? Here’s what it’s like moving through a day at Stanford faced with endless rounds of “Would you rather.” Stanford is the type of place that forces you to prioritize in real-time. I think a lot about what I would do in an ideal world. In an…
When I was seven years old, we went for a lot of family drives in our white Toyota civic. Occasionally, my dad would swing into the local McDonald’s outside WestMall. I’d order chicken nuggets with barbecue sauce, fries and a chocolate milkshake. When we got home, I dumped the nuggets in my pink bowl and we’d sit around the table munching on our meals. When McDonald’s left Trinidad in 2003, I was disappointed. Now they’re back, and I wish they’d stayed away.
I’m writing from the comfort of the Hume Center lounge, a warmly lit room furnished with cushioned chairs and wooden bookshelves. The coffee-tinged air buzzes with productivity – it’s a bubble safe from the chilly breezes and busy hustle of Stanford’s hallowed hallways. Shaded windows, bright paintings and flyers line half the room, and the…
As a freshman, I never thought I’d be a resident assistant. Watching my freshman dorm RAs in action, I thought the demands on their time and personal space were more than I could handle. Now a senior, here I am, halfway through my year as an RA in a row house, and the job has…
