Start at Stanford
Arrive at SFO groggy and confused. Meet my department buddy. Meet other, new student (PhD program). Drive in to Stanford. Feel weird watching all the road-side advertising fly by. Feel worried by level of knowledge and understanding the PhD student in front seat is displaying. Later learn that Masters students are picked pseudo-randomly, while PhDs are carefully interviewed and screened.
Find apartment in Escondido village on campus. Stagger upstairs and collapse into bed. Awake later to find other people in house! Discover I’m sharing the house with two others. I’ve arrived a week early to acclimatize and get settled before term starts. Wasn’t expecting the others to also show up early.
Meet Andrew Beers, Brad Rhodes, Nat Johnson at the faculty/new student mixer. Play volleyball (poorly). Have fun. Exchange mail addresses. Hang out with them a couple of times. Create mailing list. Drink myself senseless at first party (over at Bud’s place). Wake up on couch, not sure of what happened. (Half a litre of straight Absolut Citron will do that.) Send e-mail apologizing for mess I’ve undoubtedly made. Thus set myself up…
Bud tells me I proposed to his toaster, and spurning the lamp, made passionate, electric… well, let’s just move on shall we.
The riff-raff: Good friends.
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