Frank George Rodriguez
Undergraduate Alumnus in Comparative Literature
I feel as if this whole Stanford thing has worked out perfectly. I feel as if I’ve outgrown the place and I’m immensely grateful to Stanford for facilitating that growth. Stanford supplied the intellectual tools, which have led me to some semblance of personal “arete”—I don’t mean I have it all figured out, but I do know how to go about trying. Stanford gave me friends. I’m so grateful to those who made it through all four with me, and to the strange, wonderful people who didn’t quite come the distance.
“Real life” should be a grind after the privilege of being at Stanford, but I am looking forward to it as the next challenge. I’ll miss many things, but I don’t think I’ll have very many regrets.
I’d like to thank Roland, without whom I’d be a lowly English major; my great Nietzsche teachers: Marton Dornbach, Adrian Daub, Petra Dierkes-Thrun,
and Lanier Anderson; and Lisa Villareal, who taught my favorite Comparative Literature class, “Bodies and the Modern Uncanny.”