Me & a 6’7 incoming Stanford freshman who will be playing volleyball. What the balls right?!
I am obnoxiously obsessed with my school. I fucking love Stanford University and I want to talk about it all the time to everyone I meet so that they can understand just how great it is. Except I actually think it’s so great that everyone must already know so if I talk about it I’ll just come off as bragging. But I’m not really bragging because I still can’t believe this is my school. I don’t know how it happened because everyone I meet is ten million times smarter and better than me at everything but hell I’m not complaining. I’ll just sit there and look cute and fake being smart and enjoy all this wonderful goodness that has just landed in my lap.
Today was the annual Stanford Hawaii Club picnic at Kailua beach and I still remember how it felt a year ago to show up not knowing anyone and then to drive home freaking out about how I was never going to make any friends at Stanford, ever. And now I’ll be going back to school in a month minus six days and I’m just so, so, SO READY for sophomore year. I’m ready to party and make mistakes and meet new people and have adventures and eat dessert at every meal and talk about working out and then maybe actually work out and find a job and feel inadequate when I read my friends’ resumes and somehow miraculously get kickass grades (or not).
Sophomore year, come at me.