Yesterday, I popped into the Davis Museum for the last time in a while, because it’s closing for renovations until 2024. The modern art on the top floor is cool, as are the views from up there. They look out on campus from unique angles. I haven’t spent much time in the Davis, but I never regret stopping by. We have an art museum on campus! And a lake! These are things I’ve taken for granted.
A few days ago, a friend showed me around the printmaking studio while working on her final project. I’d never been inside the studios in Pendleton West. Studio art is on my list of subjects I’ll never take at Wellesley but would have loved some extra time to explore. This left me wondering how many pockets of campus I still haven’t seen. I’ve been in all the big dorms plus French House and Casa, and I’ve been in all the major academic buildings and the observatory, but I’ve never stepped in the co-op houses (which are now closed), and I’ve never seen the hotel rooms in the College Club. Not to mention the mysterious tunnels…
Tuesday was my last day of class for the semester. That night, my hallmates and I celebrated with fifteen minutes standing outside in the cold, waiting for the fire department, because someone on the ground floor burned popcorn in the microwave.
I’ve been making slow but steady progress on all my assignments since then. I’ve logged some good hours at the back of Clapp Library, by the window looking over the lake, editing travel essays about places that are sunny and hot. I’ve put in time in my room and on the big stage practicing my stand-up set. I’ve spent a bit of time in the Shafer living room working on a group final project for my education policy class.
And I’ve put in extra hours in the gym, reading Harry Potter in Portuguese while logging miles on the stationary bike, because I want to finish the fifth book by the end of December. (I’m 48% through and I’ve been reading it on and off since August, but I’ve picked up the pace.) I made pancakes and cookies with Alison, and on Friday, I went down to Rhode Island for my high school friend’s music capstone.
I have the luxury of getting to go home whenever I want—I don’t have to book plane or bus tickets months in advance—so I’m just taking things slow and enjoying the vibes as campus empties out.
View of Shafer from the Davis
Working by the fireplace in Lulu
Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies!
Campus this afternoon