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.
One unique thing about me is how much I value space. As someone who has lived their whole life in a one bedroom apartment with a family of six, I have learned to see the value in even the smallest area. The importance of even an inch of space is colossal to me. I always envied my friends because they had individual bedrooms which measured on average 13 by 12. The depth of my jealousy was so extreme that I recall once measuring out the exact lengths of my friend's bedroom to compare the dearth of space that I could call mine. Having one closet and one drawer to fit my life's possessions was something that I have grown accustomed to. Because my sisters and I share the same fanaticism for conserving and maximizing space, we often argue over centimeters of space. I became obsessed with gaining every ounce of space I could obtain by cleaning thoroughly everyday as to not waste an inch. As I strived to perfect the minute details of my own niche, I came to a satisfaction for how compact and concise my life was. This unique obsession has carried over into every aspect of my daily life. I now see that every opportunity is limited in size, but it is what we make of it which defines it. My fixation can sometimes become problematic as I find personal space in life a limited luxury. My life reflects how I live in that school, work, extracurricular activities, and spending time with my friends are like limited spaces in which I value. My obsession with space has led me to be a very driven and concise person, something that I would definitely want my roommate to know and understand.
One unique thing about me is how much I value space. As someone who has lived their whole life in a one bedroom apartment with a family of six, I have learned to see the value in even the smallest area. The importance of even an inch of space is colossal to me. I always envied my friends because they had individual bedrooms which measured on average 13 by 12. The depth of my jealousy was so extreme that I recall once measuring out the exact lengths of my friend's bedroom to compare the dearth of space that I could call mine. Having one closet and one drawer to fit my life's possessions was something that I have grown accustomed to. Because my sisters and I share the same fanaticism for conserving and maximizing space, we often argue over centimeters of space. I became obsessed with gaining every ounce of space I could obtain by cleaning thoroughly everyday as to not waste an inch. As I strived to perfect the minute details of my own niche, I came to a satisfaction for how compact and concise my life was. This unique obsession has carried over into every aspect of my daily life. I now see that every opportunity is limited in size, but it is what we make of it which defines it. My fixation can sometimes become problematic as I find personal space in life a limited luxury. My life reflects how I live in that school, work, extracurricular activities, and spending time with my friends are like limited spaces in which I value. My obsession with space has led me to be a very driven and concise person, something that I would definitely want my roommate to know and understand.