The first quarter of Stratford is over. It went by too quickly. It seemslike such a long time ago since that fateful day when all my bags werebeing lugged into the dorm room, when I first met my roommate (nowmy best friend at Stanford), and stumbled around to find classes. I felt sosmall on the university campus-a small star in the Milky Way. Afterbumbling around, almost falling off my bike, spending nights upworking and socializing, acting crazy and goofy with girlfriends in thedorm room, scavenging for food after sleeping through a meal, going onshopping and food runs to downtown Palo Alto, venturing to fratparties, and sitting on the rooftop to watch the sunrise, I feel at home.Now, love life? That’s in the next article.∷ It first like of such a long time ago since that fateful day when all my bags were be lugged into the dorm room, when I first met my roommate (now my best friend at Stanford), I felt sosmall on the university campus-a small star in the Milky Way. Afterbumbling around, almost falling off my bike, spending nights upworking and socializing, acting crazy and goofy with girlfriends in thedorm room, scavenging for food after sleeping through a meal, going onshopping and food runs to downtown Palo Alto, venturing to fratparties, and sitting on the rooftop to watch the sunrise, I feel at home.Now, love life? That’s in the next article .∷