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★stanford!sam is that quiet guy that sits in front of you in psychology class– the first thing he did was apologize for how much he was going to block the board. (He was right, his broad shoulders and towering height did in fact cover up most of the board)

★stanford!sam who makes up for it by bringing you a warm drink every morning. (First time he didn’t know if you’d like coffee or tea so he brought both and kept the one you didn’t choose)

★stanford!sam who sees you struggling to balance all the subjects and offers to tutor you. He organizes the coziest study-dates, somehow managing to make them less intimidating by preparing mock questions on flashcards, talking you through every concept with patience and genuine interest in the topics.

★stanford!sam is the designated driver every time there’s a party. Sure, he doesn’t particularly enjoy parties, nor do you ever drink too much– he just enjoys helping however he can, plus he knows how draining they can be, so he lets you doze off with your head against the window.

★stanford!sam who can’t help but be awkwardly flustered whenever you wear his Stanford hoodie to class– you have one of your own but insist his is a hundred times comfier. (Mainly because of the sheer size of it)

★stanford!sam always has a breakdown before finals even if he always, ALWAYS aces them.

★stanford!sam who has two types of handwriting– the tidy, fancy one and the rushed, scribbled one he ends up using in most of the classes. (Teachers speak too fast for him to copy every word if he doesn’t scribble down everything he won’t get it all)