Life of a Fellow
The tree “made me think of my Spanish grandma. … her love poured especially into the fig jams she prepared at the end of every summer.”
Here in the Knight Fellowship, I don’t necessarily work less than I did at my job. I work different.
“Looking for finding new ways to do what I do was really attractive. The full-time job here is to look at ways to disrupt and innovate.”
It was hard not to imagine all the courage, experience, and dedication it takes to challenge the ocean at this level.
The first two weeks at Stanford is perhaps closer to “The Gates of Hell,” metaphorically speaking, when you are feeling “temporarily incompetent.”
As a resident of China, I have never been able to vote. So I was happy to be able to witness elections in the United States.
I believe traffic situations are generally reflective of a culture’s social interactions. And an experience I had recently proves how European stereotypes of Americans as individualistic, egoistic and competitive are misleading.
You can’t help but be awed and inspired by the serious competitive nature of the university’s sailing and rowing teams when you enter the Stanford Boathouse in Redwood City.
I’ve realized that the knowledge and technology that surround us at Stanford and in Silicon Valley are not just the selfish, cold instruments of business, but also powerful tools to help our communities.
While the Fellowship expects you to come with a project in mind, it mostly expects you to enjoy the academic year in a way that is meaningful to you.
Life moves fast here. Some days it feels almost like careening — or like I’ve been set free in a room with hundred dollar bills blowing overhead and just one minute to catch as many as I can.
We notice that the Bay Area is huge, with lots of wetlands. But, according to the map, Vallejo is supposed to be full of whales.
Wasn’t this my year to try something new? How hard could learning harpsichord be?
I knew my family’s year at Stanford would be an adventure, but I expected we’d get lonely for Indians. I’m happy to report: I was wrong.
Here in the Knight Journalism Fellowship, despite many differences, we fellows proceed together. The sharing and mutual support is such a joyous part of the experience that no one feels alone while looking over the rail into the chasm of unknowns.
Every day I’d get emails or see flyers or hear about a lecture by some famous person, a film screening, a seminar by a leading economist, an art showing or a luncheon that would be great to go to. Except I had class.