Stanford University

Hey roomie!

I'm so excited to meet you and share our first year at Stanford, but I should probably warn you. By the end of fall quarter, I guarantee that you will be sick of hearing me ask, "Do you want to be in my one second?"

For the past couple of years, recording a one-second video every day has been my way of finding excitement in even the most boring days. I promise that while we're roommates, my one-second clips will make every day an adventure.

Some of my personal favorites:

Ice skating in Millennium Park in Chicago

Watching Netflix with my 3 sisters (usually Jane the Virgin)

Baking a cake in physics class

Petting my 17-pound rabbit, or my 2-pound rabbit

Family karaoke night featuring the High School Musical soundtrack and my terrible singing

Playing in Pep Band at basketball games with my best friends

Winning Mario Kart (I am a self-proclaimed professional)

Playing with a friend's new puppy

Selfies with my Target coworkers after handling an army of coupon moms

I'm excited to capture our first year together at Stanford, from Big Game to our first ski trip. Even on days where studying in our dorm seems like the highlight, I'll suggest a spontaneous ice cream run so we're not THAT lame.

So when I inevitably ask you to be in my one second, I promise that it'll be worth it (and you can't say I didn't warn you).

Sincerely,

Your soon-to-be bestie/adventure buddy/one-second-a-day-video-taking roommate

Sara

Dear stranger (but hopefully future roomie),

Are you looking for someone that:

Sees you only at night when they are going to sleep?

Thrives being taciturn?

Unnerves you on the eve of your exams?

Doesn't tell Moroccan fairy tales each night?

Yowls while sleeping?

Abhors lending you their clothes?

Never nibbles on snacks and won't bring you Moroccan cookies?

Doesn't ask you to go for a walk on campus?

Fidgets when you need help?

Uproots a spider they cross without asking you for help?

Not ready to sing with you if you play Beyonce's songs?

Don't fret if you said no to all of the above. That just means we are the perfect match because I am the opposite of everything I described above! It would be my great pleasure to introduce you to the person with whom you will not just share a room, but also have unforgettable moments. Be ready to spend nights laughing–it is not my fault if I keep you up all night with my jokes. Words cannot express how excited I am to find out what makes you, you! I've cleverly hidden our theme within my note. In case you didn't notice, reread the first letter of each line.

P.S: It may be difficult for you to say the "kh" in my name, especially if you don't speak Arabic or Spanish. So feel free to call me Yara.

Hey, future roommate!

As an INFJ personality type, I value my relationships and genuinely want to know you better:

How do you feel about music? I. Love. Music. My favorite genre is kpop, and since I am an avid kpop lover, I follow many groups (TXT and Twice being my favorites). I apologize in advance if you hear me blasting songs. Admittedly, getting lost in my own little world happens a lot. You can just ask me to tone it down. Or join in!

I am also a sucker for dramas. We could watch sweet heart aching love stories or historical ones together! Both are also my cup of tea.

Speaking of tea, what is your favorite drink to order? I tend to prefer sweet, bitter coffee and teas. I also like trying out new foods and making them. You know…you could be my taste tester. I like to consider myself an amateur cook. If we somehow miss the dining hours, no need to worry. With my portable bunsen stove, we can make hot pot in the dorm or quickly whip something up suitable to both our tastes.

As much as I love all food, Burmese food holds a special place in my heart. I would like to share with you my favorite foods: lahpet thoke (tea leaf salad) and ohn no khao swè (coconut noodle soup). Food is my love language, and I hope that we can share that same connection through exchanging and trying out new foods!

I am an avid anti-annotationist; the mere idea of tainting the crisp white pages of any novel with dark imprints of my own thoughts is simply repulsive. However, I have one exception—my copy of George Orwell's 1984, weathered and annotated in two languages. While victimized by uneven handwriting eating away at the margins, it is the only novel I still hold beloved despite its flaws.

Two years before reading 1984, I was indulging in the novels of Dr. Seuss, not because of my preferences, but because my reading level was deemed an "A"—the reading level of a toddler. I was certainly anything but that; I was a fresh-off-the-plane immigrant and rising middle schooler who could barely name colors in English.

After reading the likes of A Very Hungry Caterpillar like a madman, my next step was purchasing more advanced books in both English and Korean, so I could understand the nuance and missing details of novels after I initially read them in English. This crutch worked perfectly until George Orwell's 1984—the first novel I purchased and read without the training wheels of a translated copy. It took me weeks to finish the book; it was painfully slow, like a snail inching toward an arbitrary finish line.

I read the novel twenty-seven times, each reading becoming faster and revealing more information. When I look at my copy of 1984, I still cringe at its weathered and tainted pages, but I can't help admiring that initial portal between two literary worlds.

While most people argue that the best invention is something mechanical or conceptual, I believe it's the creation of instant ramen. There's little time involvement, deliciousness, and convenience all included in one package. What more could one ask for? The nostalgia packed within instant ramen makes it a guilty pleasure I can't live without.

During a road trip to Yellowstone, this miracle meal followed my family as we took turns sharing an umbrella under the pouring rain and indulging it in its instant delicacy: we were shivering in the cold, but the heat of the spicy soup and the huge portion of springy noodles warmed our souls instantly. It was an unforgettable experience, and eating ramen has since then followed us to Disneyland, Crater Lake, and Space Needle, being incorporated in our frequent road trips.

It has also come in handy during our wushu competition trips. Often, competitions ended at midnight, making it inconvenient to eat out. In these situations, the only essentials we needed were hot water and instant ramen packages, enough to satiate our spirits and hunger.

Instant ramen is also a way my mom and grandma express their care for me. On late nights of doing homework after wushu practice, I usually ate something—sometimes instant ramen—to have a smoother recovery. My mom and grandma usually paired instant ramen with extra toppings like homemade wontons or fish balls—their motto being "instant ramen always tastes better when someone makes it for you."