He said, "An older brother came here, so it was familiar. And I got to come to football games when I was 12 and 13. That was a big part of it."
Neither of those apply to me. I had no older siblings, and my interest in sports is zero. I'd gone through Berkeley on family outings, but had never been on campus until after I applied. Further, I had a personal connection with Stanford: my father had a post as adjunct professor at the medical school, so in high school I had a faculty family library card, which I made use of in writing term papers for history.
Reasons I went to Berkeley instead:
- It was further away. Stanford was so close I'd feel obliged to come home every weekend. Berkeley, 50 miles away, was close enough that I could but wouldn't feel I had to.
- It was urban. I'd spent my life out in the suburbs, and thought a period in a congested urban environment would be good for my emotional and practical education. It was, too.
- It was larger and had a reputation as being more diverse. This meant I was more likely to find a social niche where I could fit in. That worked, too.
- It had a reputation as being the most intellectually bristling public university in the country. Maybe in faculty, but outside of my niche I found the students to be the same unintellectual clods I'd detested in high school. That was a disappointment.
- And speaking of being a public university, in those days that meant the tuition was much lower than Stanford's. I liked the idea of giving my parents their money's worth. The more so as I was a little nervous about going to a high-powered place. My high school teachers had warned us of how much more challenging university would be. I did not find it so; classes were never more than I could absorb.
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