Category: Campus Photos
Thoughts from a pond
Yesterday, dazed and confused after thinking about yeast in the back of my mind for five consecutive days, I took a nap on the bench by Paramecium pond. It was divine. The geese are nesting, for starters, which means fluffy babies in the next few weeks. (Between the geese and the new raven chicks, I am unusually invested in bird…
Winter Returns?
On Sunday, we had a little snowstorm blow through Wellesley: Just days ago, Wellesley looked like this: Ah well, spring is around the corner. At least, it needs to be around the corner because outdoor track has begun! Saturday’s meet at Coast Guard was COLD and WET and WINDY. But we had a great meet and placed third overall. Multiple…
WELCOME 2020! (Also, come to spring open campus!)
Welcome, welcome, welcome to the Red Class of 2020! We are so excited to have you! We are so excited to have all of the person that is you, even the bits that can’t be put onto paper. If this is not the case, it is not a reflection on the core of everything you are. You are still accomplished…
South Station, sentimentality, and sunsets
Greetings from an Amtrak train car currently waiting to depart South Station…spring break is finally here! I already feel like there’s a weight off my mind, although now that I don’t have quite so much work to think about I’m starting to realize how tired I really am. I really love my train rides home. Some people get sentimental on…
Finally(?) Back where I should be.
After nearly nine months out of the country, I finally stepped foot on American soil two Thursdays ago. The jetlag may have been to blame but I think it took me a full four days to really digest the fact that I had been gone for so long and the world (my worlds of Wellesley, friends, family) had been functioning…
Unexpected winter beauty
We got snow! The first snow of the year on campus always has magical feel about it, even for someone like me, intimidated enough by last year’s 100 inches to be quite content with unseasonal warmth. Still, walking to breakfast this morning, dodging snowplows while listening to Tchaikovsky’s “Winter Reveries” Symphony, I couldn’t help but smile at the beauty that…