Memory Lane

How I learned to swim in the Stanford pond.

by Lisa Ing

The best advice came not from me but from my frosh-to-be.

by Tony Tong

It was never about science or physiology, says this recent graduate of the School of Medicine.

by Nadine Jawad

I took a leap. My community was there to catch me.

by Michael Copperman

A memorial at Stanford Sierra Camp caught me by surprise.

by Mark Morodomi

Mark no longer recognizes me, but the bond between us is unbreakable.

by Stan Wilson

I’m not ready to leave campus without leaving my mark.

by Annie C. Reller

Caring for my daughter isn’t a matter of degree.

by Jennica Peterson

Was I facing a crisis of conscience—or of confidence?

by Dana Hudepohl

Could I live up to this imagined version of my dad?

by Allan Lopez