this is sort of an add on to the last post. i feel like i'm part of 2 very different worlds - the stanford world - carefree, unreal, fake, but very conducive to learning, and the real world - harsh, uber surprising and scary.
it's so WEIRD to be spending my days at this paradise of a campus where i can play ping pong, work out in a really nice gym, play some tennis whenever i feel like it, get free food wherever i go, when interspersed throughout the day i get messages from home that shock me into realizing what a crazy world it is outside of stanford. in the past few days, i have heard about death, murder, abuse, major family problems, broken relationships etc which have been juxtaposed to my yoga classes, gym workouts, dinner outings, and frisbee playing. ah it just boggles my mind and is very bothersome. whatevers. i'm not being very articulate... but it just reminds me of what some stanford student said back in the day - i think some spoken word person - about how we come to stanford to forget. i have no doubt that it's true. we come here and forget about our home lives our troubles our stresses and just focus on school - i mean that's why we're here - and create new worlds of our own on campus. i'm not saying its bad or good because it's both, but the thought is definitely a little unsettling.
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