Exceptions
By Dani Pergola ‘21
When I got to Wellesley, I planned to approach it just like high school. Do the right thing, do all my work, and get the good grades I deserved. It only took a month for me to realize I was totally fucked.
Read MoreBy Dani Pergola ‘21
When I got to Wellesley, I planned to approach it just like high school. Do the right thing, do all my work, and get the good grades I deserved. It only took a month for me to realize I was totally fucked.
Read MoreBy Natalie Marshall ‘21
I’ve been sitting on my bed in my second-floor Sev room for hours, trying to make sense of my “Wellesley experience.” Or, more specifically, trying to put it down in a neat couple thousand words. My problem is that I want it to have a linear arc, a beginning, middle, and end.
Read MoreBy Anonymous
When I reflect on my overall Wellesley experience, I find myself feeling mostly blessed, yet a little wanting.
Read Moreby Samantha English ‘19
I have marked my time at Wellesley in books. When I recall the people, lessons, and love I’ve experienced during my four years here, I always remember a novel I was reading or a paper I was writing alongside them, a character I was falling in love with or an image I was tracking. Jane Eyre undercuts my Wellesley experience, illuminating every image in every book I read until I found my senior thesis topic of birds and women in Victorian literature. Other books are scattered, left behind in past semesters with only memories to speak for them.
Read More(Or, How to Let Yourself Die at the Hands of an Institution That Only Cares for Your Money)
by Alicia Margarita Olivo '20
Read MoreBy Olivia Funderburg '18
Smuggle Domino’s into Clapp
See all the lamps across campus turn on
Go a whole semester without eating in Tower
Take a night ride on the Peter
Play hide-and-seek in the Science Center