With the semester ending and thrusting me toward my last eighth of college, I’ve found myself feeling quite nostalgic. I got an email that I wrote myself two years ago, when I realized just how limited my time at Wellesley would be. Here I am, coming up on 87.5% completion of my Wellesley degree. I’m entirely too aware of time passing. Between now and the next few weeks, I’m coming up on some anniversaries:
- Ten years since I first applied to boarding school
- Five years since I got into Wellesley
- One year since I packed up and went abroad
I was already feeling sappy, and then I visited my high school for the first time since January of 2020. The dining hall has been renovated—they got rid of a big spiral staircase to make more room for tables—but the main building smelled the same. My five-year reunion is coming up in the spring. The campus felt so small, and the current students seemed so young.
My mom and I went to a new music center near there to see my favorite musician, Lori McKenna. I last saw her play in December of 2019, and I’d forgotten how funny she is. She tells little jokes between songs and makes fun of herself for forgetting her own lyrics. Sitting up on the balcony with my mom, listening to these sad songs and love songs and nostalgic songs, felt so so right. I felt like I did in May when I visited my old host family in the Ecuadorian Andes: it just felt exactly right. My heart was so full.
Impeccable vibes
Earlier this week, the admission office hosted its annual party for student workers. It’s the one time a year I actually go to the admission office and chat with the friendly folks who hired me. It’s always lovely, with good vibes and good snacks. And because I’m a puddle right now, it reminded me of when I came to interview at Wellesley the spring of my junior year. And here I am. But not for too much longer.
I made cake mix cookies with friends in Boston and they were delicious
Third floor of Clapp at sunset
Third floor of Clapp in the blazing sun