When I was interviewing with Netflix, I reached out to my friends to see if anyone has experience interning there. The universal reaction I got was:
“What? You’re interviewing with Netflix? I thought they didn’t have an internship program. They don’t even take recent graduates.”
Continue reading “[Day 412] What it is like to intern at Netflix”
The first time I learnt about from Stanford’s Honor Code, I thought it was something too good to be true. “You mean to tell me professors let students alone during exams? How’s it possible that the students don’t cheat?” The honor code is bilateral. If students sign the code to commit to not cheating, professors must show that they trust students by not watching students during exams. It gives students abundant opportunities to cheat, while keeping the probability of being caught low.
I come from Vietnam — a country where cheating in the exam is a challenge rather than a sin. Continue reading “[Day 408] My experience with Stanford’s Honor Code”
This essay is about those from a poor country who get scholarships to attend university in the US. I was inspired by the transition theme of NoViolet Bulawayo’s “We need new names”. The style of “How they arrived” mirrors the style of three short stories in the book: “How they appeared”, “How they left” and “How they lived”. I love the way NoViolet used the third person voice in those short stories. Her “they” sounded impersonal yet emerged to be oddly personal, with a face, a voice, even a personality I can sympathize with.
Continue reading “[Day 33] How they arrived”
“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.”
Continue reading “[Day 14] Shit Stanford students say”