06-22-2013, 05:47 PM
I went to Stanford because Wellesley has a pretty campus.
In my world everyone went to the University of Iowa and rooted for the Hawkeyes. It was Aunt Gertrude who first widened our horizons when she suggested to my older sister "Pru, you have good grades. Why don't you apply to Wellesley? It has a pretty campus." Pru had never heard of Wellesley, but she applied and got in. She went, thinking she would attend for two years to see what it was like before transferring back to Iowa. Four years later Pru (who was about to graduate from Wellesley) says to me "You have good grades, you should look at the east coast schools." So I applied to two top-level eastern schools.
Having done my homework, I knew I should apply to at least 3 schools, so I asked my father where else I might go. He said, "Why not apply to Stanford? It has a good engineering school and your mother and I haven't been to California in some time." I had never heard of Stanford and I had no idea what an engineer was. So of course I applied. Stanford was the only school to accept me, so off to Stanford I went.
It took me years to feel really at home out here, but in retrospect, it was absolutely the best place for me. Where else could I have stopped out for years at a time and simply shown up again at registration? My true love of Stanford sports, it turned out, was similarly slow to develop. It was only when I discovered women's basketball that I was completely hooked. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jennifer, Katy, Trisha, Sonya, Stacy and Julie!
A roundabout path, but one ending up in the right place.
In my world everyone went to the University of Iowa and rooted for the Hawkeyes. It was Aunt Gertrude who first widened our horizons when she suggested to my older sister "Pru, you have good grades. Why don't you apply to Wellesley? It has a pretty campus." Pru had never heard of Wellesley, but she applied and got in. She went, thinking she would attend for two years to see what it was like before transferring back to Iowa. Four years later Pru (who was about to graduate from Wellesley) says to me "You have good grades, you should look at the east coast schools." So I applied to two top-level eastern schools.
Having done my homework, I knew I should apply to at least 3 schools, so I asked my father where else I might go. He said, "Why not apply to Stanford? It has a good engineering school and your mother and I haven't been to California in some time." I had never heard of Stanford and I had no idea what an engineer was. So of course I applied. Stanford was the only school to accept me, so off to Stanford I went.
It took me years to feel really at home out here, but in retrospect, it was absolutely the best place for me. Where else could I have stopped out for years at a time and simply shown up again at registration? My true love of Stanford sports, it turned out, was similarly slow to develop. It was only when I discovered women's basketball that I was completely hooked. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jennifer, Katy, Trisha, Sonya, Stacy and Julie!
A roundabout path, but one ending up in the right place.