Currently writing this post from the Boston Public Library. I’ve always been a huge fan of libraries and bookstores, because I really liked the librarians at my high school and for most of middle and high school I was a huge bookworm. I used to spend a lot of time at the Clapp Library on campus, but recently it’s been so cold out that I only leave my dorm for class and meetings (so grateful my dorm is connected to a dining hall because if it wasn’t I will probably be very malnourished due to laziness). BPL is great because it’s in the city and not so far from where the bus stops on Commonwealth and Massachusetts Ave (if you’re not a Bostonian these words most likely mean nothing to you, and that’s ok. you’ll learn quickly once you get here). I’m spending the day in the city today because *~*~*~I don’t have classes on Wednesdays~*~*~*
College is great.
(I’m usually not a huge fan of breakfast, mostly because I’m not awake at such an ungodly hour.. but these chocolate chip pancakes I had were so on point i had to instagram it)
This past weekend, my two friends and I took a short trip to Brown University. It’s only an hour away by car, which is so great. We were only there for a night but I got to meet my Wellesley friends’ friends, and spend time with my brother who’s a freshman there. Every time I’m at Brown I realize how similar our schools are – very liberal environment, filled with diverse, intelligent and over-achieving students – and think I could’ve been happy there, too. But my experience at Wellesley so far, even with its ups and downs and plateaus, has been so eye-opening, exciting, and profound, and uniquely “Wellesley” that I can’t imagine having gone everywhere else. The people I’ve met, conversations I’ve had, classes I’ve taken, organizations I’ve joined, are so distinctly Wells.. and I didn’t expect to when I first got here, but now I identify so much as a Wellesley student I honestly can’t imagine being anywhere else.
I submitted my first Philosophy paper this week, and although it probably wasn’t one of my best pieces of writing, and I was complaining and procrastinating ’til the very last minute, I kind of enjoyed writing it. I tried taking a Philosophy class in the fall of my first year, but I ended up dropping it after the first week because I couldn’t handle how extremely existential all the discussions were. I started off with a pretty bad attitude about the class so no wonder I didn’t last more than a week. But this semester, I thought I’d give philosophy another try – the class I’m taking right now is called Ethical Theories and is taught by Professor Eric Matthes. He’s an awesome lecturer and just seems like a very cool guy (is that inappropriate? I just mean that he’s one of those profs that are obviously smart and know what they’re doing, but not patronizing about it…you know?). I’m so used to writing papers for my Women’s and Gender Studies classes that I really had to step back and rethink how I was going to approach the topic of Utilitarianism in this essay (does it sound like I know what I’m talking about? because I don’t, really, but I feel v cool using words like utilitarianism).
So school’s great. My courses are challenging and diverse enough that I don’t get bored or overwhelmed, but I still look forward to going to class. But what I love most about Wells is my room.
I don’t think I’ve ever loved coming back to my room as much as I do now. It might be because it’s constantly freezing outside, or that my mattress pad is like a “marshmallow cloud” (my roommate’s words).. but I love it. My room back home is wonderful and cozy, and I do love being able to go back to a place where I spent a lot of my childhood. But having a roommate and living on a college campus is so different. School and home are constantly intertwined. You’re always surrounded by this sense of community that’s so unique to the campus. You live with the people you learn from and learn with, which I think is what I wanted out of my college experience.
Yes my room is small… yes the building is old… yes tower court kind of smells weird sometimes… but it’s home and it’s cozy and it’s irreplaceable. I think I’ve grown so much as a person at Wellesley already, and the most influential part of my experience here has been the friends I’ve made since day 1, at Slater International Orientation. These friends are my people – to think I didn’t know them for most of my life is a little unbelievable at this point.
