Virtually all of Stanford's undergraduates live on campus. What would you want your future roommate to know about you? Tell us something about you that will help your roommate-and us-know you better.
I remember it dreadfully well; the calamity completely soiled my perceptions of humanity and maimed my personality. For years, my closest friends had sympathetically acknowledged my childhood illness that bleached portions of my skin and understood the origins of my broken English; however, they suddenly betrayed my trust for mere popularity and criticized my white spots and mocked my accents. Their perfidy cursed me with paranoia.
All my life, I had been instilled with the value of friendship and taught that, despite schisms and quarrels, true friends would unconditionally look after each other. However, after futile attempts to mediate their cruelty, I, shocked and helpless, resorted to seek teacher assistance. Even though my friends ceased their torment, they eventually deserted me. Soon I became afflicted with loneliness and, thereafter, found it difficult to trust others and make new, trustworthy friends.
Fortunately, an empathetic swim-mate helped me recover my trust in others. When I confided my woes in her, she taught me that true friends should reconcile after occasional quibbles and relieved me of aloofness. Through her counsel, I learned to forgive those friends and to develop new relationships. Although memories of the incident still cause me to behave gruffly occasionally, I am mostly sympathetic to others since I understand the abominable torture of betrayal and solitude.
Nevertheless, I still maintain that friendship is not a petty trinket to be traded for superficial approval. Friends should unconditionally support each other, and true friendship should last a lifetime. Within our dorm room, I hope to establish another lasting friendship.
I remember it dreadfully well; the calamity completely soiled my perceptions of humanity and maimed my personality. For years, my closest friends had sympathetically acknowledged my childhood illness that bleached portions of my skin and understood the origins of my broken English; however, they suddenly betrayed my trust for mere popularity and criticized my white spots and mocked my accents. Their perfidy cursed me with paranoia.
All my life, I had been instilled with the value of friendship and taught that, despite schisms and quarrels, true friends would unconditionally look after each other. However, after futile attempts to mediate their cruelty, I, shocked and helpless, resorted to seek teacher assistance. Even though my friends ceased their torment, they eventually deserted me. Soon I became afflicted with loneliness and, thereafter, found it difficult to trust others and make new, trustworthy friends.
Fortunately, an empathetic swim-mate helped me recover my trust in others. When I confided my woes in her, she taught me that true friends should reconcile after occasional quibbles and relieved me of aloofness. Through her counsel, I learned to forgive those friends and to develop new relationships. Although memories of the incident still cause me to behave gruffly occasionally, I am mostly sympathetic to others since I understand the abominable torture of betrayal and solitude.
Nevertheless, I still maintain that friendship is not a petty trinket to be traded for superficial approval. Friends should unconditionally support each other, and true friendship should last a lifetime. Within our dorm room, I hope to establish another lasting friendship.