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 MoreThe Hidden Projection of Memory in Public Space
By Abby Schleichkorn ‘21
When you walk around campus, do you see the smiles shared, the friendships made, the tears shed, the place where the Peter used to pick us up, the exact place where you found out you got an A on THAT paper? I know I do. That is the unspoken language of place––I see my memories, and you see yours.
Read MoreThe Wellesley Experience
By 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 More100 Things You Must Do at Wellesley (the chaotic version)
By Counterpoint Staff
Ascend to the top of the Galen Stone Tower.
Fall unconditionally in love with: a building.
A Letter to My Past Self
By G.I. Titmouse
Dear Myself Four Years Ago Today,
Nope. We had no idea. Who knew? How could anyone know? The last four years have been insane. Here is a very incomplete list of 21 things to come between now and May—no, June—2021:
Read MoreMemories of Matriculation: A Wellesley Tribute
By Anonymous
When I reflect on my overall Wellesley experience, I find myself feeling mostly blessed, yet a little wanting.
Read More50 Things
By Allyson Larcom '17
Everyone talks about the infamous “50 things” list at Wellesley. In four years here, many of us have checked off a lot of those quintessential Wellesley adventures. A few of us have really done all fifty. All of us, however, have had many, many adventures that don't appear on that famous list.
Read MoreGrowing with Wellesley
By Kanika Vaish '17
It’s two weeks into my first year at Wellesley, and I and myself sobbing in the middle of the night in the quad courtyard. I won’t get into why I was crying—it would take me a long time to explain. But most Wellesley students know that there are few places on campus where you can cry and keep to yourself.
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