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 future roommate -- and us -- know you better.
The first time I laid eyes on it, I named Stanford University the "red house". In grade school, I had visited the university during a trip, not even knowing its name, and fallen in love with it. I will cherish every minute of the four or so years that I will be spending here, including the time I spent typing up this letter. My hands are shaking with elation and anticipation. I hope you feel the same way.
However, I don't expect that we will share all of the same interests. I understand and accept this. Furthermore, that doesn't mean that I won't attempt to change your opinion on things like pink Starbursts, the future potential of artificial neural networks, and your questioning of modern Shostakovich concertos. May our contrasting interests open our minds to new ideas and retire old ones. Even better, if your major is entirely different from mine, I will be able to glimpse another aspect of life that I haven't yet seen or experienced.
You may be interested to know that I write for a major tech blog, read by millions of people around the world, but probably not by you. I also love to code and my tech startup develops killer apps for the Google Android and iPhone software platforms. You don't own an iPhone. I see a challenge. In the near future, when you're sitting beside your iPhone-toting girlfriend, you'll hopefully be ogling over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the dream app I've created, and that she and the entire campus is currently in love with.
But if you don't, we'll still be partners in crime. I'll nevertheless teach you how to master the piano, violin, harmonica, and cycle your way through the bike leg of a triathlon, in that order. After 112 miles, I'm sure you'll have something in store for me. I can't wait to share it in our "red house".
The first time I laid eyes on it, I named Stanford University the "red house". In grade school, I had visited the university during a trip, not even knowing its name, and fallen in love with it. I will cherish every minute of the four or so years that I will be spending here, including the time I spent typing up this letter. My hands are shaking with elation and anticipation. I hope you feel the same way.
However, I don't expect that we will share all of the same interests. I understand and accept this. Furthermore, that doesn't mean that I won't attempt to change your opinion on things like pink Starbursts, the future potential of artificial neural networks, and your questioning of modern Shostakovich concertos. May our contrasting interests open our minds to new ideas and retire old ones. Even better, if your major is entirely different from mine, I will be able to glimpse another aspect of life that I haven't yet seen or experienced.
You may be interested to know that I write for a major tech blog, read by millions of people around the world, but probably not by you. I also love to code and my tech startup develops killer apps for the Google Android and iPhone software platforms. You don't own an iPhone. I see a challenge. In the near future, when you're sitting beside your iPhone-toting girlfriend, you'll hopefully be ogling over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the dream app I've created, and that she and the entire campus is currently in love with.
But if you don't, we'll still be partners in crime. I'll nevertheless teach you how to master the piano, violin, harmonica, and cycle your way through the bike leg of a triathlon, in that order. After 112 miles, I'm sure you'll have something in store for me. I can't wait to share it in our "red house".
