[Day 14] Shit Stanford students say

“I wait at least three hours before accepting any friend request on Facebook just so it doesn’t look like I’m too eager to become their friend.”

“My boyfriend is like only 1 connection away from Bill Gates.”

“In my free time, I work on my PhD.”

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[Day 14] Shit Stanford students say

[Day 4] Why Stanford students are embarrassed of the school they go to

Last weekend, we drove to Half Moon Bay because my idiot of a friend suddenly had that burning desire to see a big body of water. Down at the harbor, we chatted up two fishermen. The captain was a tall, blond, skinny man in his early twenties. He was the youngest captain around so people called him Captain Kid. He was a sweetheart, smiled an I-made-it smile and walked on shore with the same instability he would have on water. Half way into the conversation, we realized he was stoned out of his mind. “Marijuana oil from Oregon guys, the best,” he told us. Continue reading “[Day 4] Why Stanford students are embarrassed of the school they go to”

[Day 4] Why Stanford students are embarrassed of the school they go to