You eavesdrop. Don’t deny it. I do it to. Sure we consider it a “bad” thing to do, but sometimes you can’t even HELP it. Like when the couple at the table next to you is having a heated argument or the girl you are walking by in the Quad is sobbing on the phone to her mother. Eavesdropping is like a minute window into that person’s life at that moment in time. What does it tell you about them? What insights into their existence does it offer?
So on that note, I bring you “Overheard at Stanford,” my sporadic series detailing fun little tidbits that happen to cross my ears throughout the day. Feel free to post your own — but keep it anonymous. And maybe, just maybe, we will all gain greater insight into the creature we fondly call “the Stanford Student.” Or at least get a good chuckle out of it.
Without further ado, here is today’s gem (and a nostalgic return to the joys of freshman year random roommate assignment):
Freshman girl to her friend:
Seriously? She’s complaining about her roommate’s sleeping pattern? You could have some crazy-ass roommate that takes pictures of you while you sleep or something. I mean, chill the f*** out!
Hang in there freshie – she’s probably saving the night-time picture-taking for next quarter….