I’ve only been back at Stanford for four days, but this quarter is already shaping up to be drastically different than my last one.
I made the ambitious (foolish?) decision to enroll in 20 units — the maximum number that can be taken by any Stanford student without special permission from the vice provost. That means I’ll spend 20 hours per week in class, and approximately 40 more reading, doing research for major projects, and writing papers.
“Don’t do it,” my friends warned. They thought my decision to take 20 units was essentially the equivalent of committing social suicide. We all knew the kids in our dorm that had taken 20 units during fall quarter — but only by name.
They were the ones who rarely ventured outside of the building, unless it was to attend class or visit the library, of course. They were the ones who always looked like they were in desperate need of a nice, long nap — despite the huge mugs of coffee they consumed at every meal. They were the ones who wore shirts emblazoned with “witty” math jokes...