Spring at Wellesley = bipolar weather + prospies on campus + more smiles + more work.
I was wearing summer clothes a few days ago, and last night I had to break out my winter coat again because it was 8 degrees one night, then 0 degrees (celsius) the next.
(I seriously need to learn to charge my phone. also this is the only photo for today IM SORRY IM LAME)
Other than the weather whiplash, I’ve been struggling with the increased amount of work I’ve been assigned since we are actually on the homestretch of the semester. That’s insane to me. It feels like I was just at International Orientation, meeting amazing new people for the first time – some of whom have become my closest friends. But my first year at Wellesley is almost over, and although I have almost exactly a month to go, I can say that these nine months have been an adventure. I have learned so much and changed so much, I think it’s appropriate that I refer to myself in third person from now on to provide my past self, 18 year old Lia enduring her last semester in high school, with wise advice from a more mature perspective…
Dear 2nd Semester Senior Lia,
Go. To. Class. Yea ok second semester senior year is a struggle, and I won’t say that some of the stuff we(you?I?) did instead of going to class didn’t make for great memories… but you already put so much effort in to the work for 3/4 of the year, another month or so of work won’t kill you. Plus some (actually a lot) of the stuff you learned senior year came up during classes at Wellesley, too. Which reminds me, Don’t give up on AP Bio. It’s hard. We were never really acing the class either, but man that C- was just so unnecessary, but deserved. Plus if we’re serious about pursuing a career in Public Health, basic Bio is a must.
Also, stop fighting with mom. Spend more time with her and enjoy each other’s company. Because you will miss it, even when college life is fantastic and fun. Sure you’ll see her during the 5 week winter break, but by then you’ve already gone through a semester of your “new life”. Enjoy the now, yolo, but do it with mom.
and while you’re at it, beg her to teach you how to cook. Stop giving her your BS “feminist” arguments for why you shouldn’t feel obligated to know hot to cook. Girl, guy, or anyone in between, being able to whip up a cook meal to impress your friends/prospective significant other will come in handy in college. Don’t have too much pride.
OH! Last thing. Don’t let the Class of 2017 Facebook page freak you out. The people who post on those pages do not accurately represent the general student body at this school. They’re all just very excited, vocal, social-media-active people – it can be overwhelming, but seriously stop checking the page every five minutes. You have better things to do.
Love,
Older, more mature, wiser, Lia.
I’m sorry I don’t have that many photos to share with you this week. I’m telling you, I’ve been busy. But next week I (as well as I’m sure all the other bloggers) will be writing about Marathon Monday and other shenanigans over Spring Week at Wellesley so I’ll make up for it then.