I remember the exact moment when I fell in love with Stanford. The date was April 26, 2011 and I had just arrived for Admit Weekend — a three-day event in which Stanford rolls out the red carpet for 2,000 newly admitted high school seniors.
After attending a beautiful opening convocation, which featured a keynote address by the founder of Pandora Radio (casual), we prospective freshmen were treated to a performance by the infamous Leland Stanford Junior Marching Band.
And when I say a performance, I mean a concert played by hundreds of rowdy, half-naked college students with “instruments” like a stop sign and the kitchen sink. Oh, and I forgot to mention that they did all of their music making while dancing around in one of Stanford’s enormous chlorinated fountains.
At that moment, as I watched some of the brightest minds of my generation frolic around in tutus and Power Ranger costumes, I knew I had found home...