Second in a Series
CLASS OF 2000
Keeping Tabs on the Last Class of the Millennium
By Marisa Cigarroa
It is a festive scene at Paloma Hall: Red and white balloons form an arch at
the entrance; a stereo blares REMs Shiny Happy
People and the Indigo Girls Closer To Fine; energetic
who have committed the names and faces of their incoming charges to memory, take
turns behind a large microphone welcoming the incoming frosh.
As she approaches
her dorm, in fact, from the very moment she arrived on campus, Milena Flores has
known that she is where she belongs.
Flores has been preparing herself for this
day since the sixth grade, when she first dreamed of attending Stanford and
playing on the womens basketball team.
Before she even gets to the arch,
someone shouts out her name: Paloma Hall welcomes Milena Flores, the
says, in a game-show voice.
Wow, they said my name exactly right, she exclaims. Back home,
trouble pronouncing it.
As other freshmen stand around the outer courtyard, introducing themselves to
everyone in sight, Flores calmly weaves through the swarm, checks in to the dorm
and finds her way to her room. My goal today isnt to meet 50,000
learn their life stories, she says. I figure that can come a little
Right now, I have a lot to do, like get my phone hooked up, start an e-mail
account and get my post office box.
But before she can settle into her room and get started on errands, she has to
go to the track and the gym for a few hours of conditioning with the other
freshmen on the basketball team.
Her life as a student-athlete at Stanford has begun.