Arrival: Stanford
Bought a bike at Wal-Mart, and rode it into Stanford. Stanford has a beautiful campus- I don’t need to upload photos here to show you as you can find them all over the net. Google it! (btw google’s HQ is pretty nearby…)
My room, however, is a different story. It reminds me of my OCS room, just a big bigger, and carpeted.
Corridor of Larkin Lower North
Twin sharing room: simply but tastefully furnished
Moving into the cupboard (what a change from OCS! Standardization!)
Grand piano in the lounge, with “fireplace”
Dining hall (look past the glass)
West Lounge with Ping Pong table
Ample bicycle parking space and benches
Toilet facilities with cubbyholes
Stanford has really nice facilities, and I am truly fortunate to be given an opportunity to be here. It would be impossible to describe the type of life here in words, but the landscape and living environment is beautiful and spacious.
It is difficult to imagine going back to Singapore, with life being so comfortable here- but I must always remember the purpose with which I am here. This place is a land of creature comforts, it is a land of plenty; yet something within me which longs for a place which is not here. I enjoy this place as a tourist would enjoy a foreign land, with the knowledge that this is not the place he can truly call home.
Quirky writings on Stanford’s toilet walls…
Anyhow on an another note, Stanford is quirky and intellectual, yet it seems normal. People here are as normal as you and me, and it is sometimes easy to forget that this is Stanford, and not somewhere I happened to wander into after JC. I’ll write about the society and social hierachies in Stanford some other time, when I’m really free.
Now begins the next phase of my life, as I find new classes, new friends, new interests and new knowledge, while still retaining evergreen friends, evergreen interests, and evergreen knowledge.
