by Blane, ’15
Every time I look back on my high school years, I always find something moving about my experience that I took for-granted at the time. One of these things is the warm relationship my classmates and I had with the janitors at our school. Many of them were more than familiar faces to us. Whenever we saw them, we acknowledged them by name, and even took a few moments to exchange jokes or stories. During one of our “morning meetings”, a daily assembly before school, I still remember the moment we gave our head janitors a cake to show our appreciation.
Since I have been on Stanford’s campus, vastly larger than my high school’s, I have gotten the sense that janitors are anonymous to most of the Stanford community. Continue reading