It’s Friday afternoon, and you know what that means… this girl right here has officially wrapped up her first week of classes! This semester, I’m taking some pretty intimidating science courses (Organic Chemistry and Cell Bio, I’m looking at you). But my lab advisor gave me some good advice that I’m trying to stick to: “Don’t worry about what everybody…
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Finishing finals and fun to come
Remember how I said I would be done with finals the next time I wrote to you? Well, this post may be coming to you a little later than usual, but I did keep my promise! I just handed in my last exam all of ten minutes ago. Dobby is a free elf! It’s definitely hard to muster up the…
Accomplishments, reassurance, and wrapping up the semester
Welcome, welcome to the first members of the Red Class of 2020! We are so very excited to have you join the Wellesley community! For some advice for the next eight months in between, I refer you back to my open letter to early applicants, in which I tell you all the things I wish I knew in the limbo-months…
Jam sessions, symphonies and getting things together
Good morning to all of you! At least its still morning as I write here, one of those rare mornings where it seems New England has rediscovered impossibly blue skies. Walking to my blog-writing seat in admissions from Philosophy class, I witnessed a Wellesley student rescuing a fuzzy little brown and black caterpillar from an oncoming admissions tour on the…
Five little Wellesley things that made my week
Five little Wellesley things that made my week 1) Burritos with a scale insect expert. Our weevil lab took a little lunch outing to Boloco with a professor from U Mass Amherst, who was coming to Wellesley to give one of the Biology department’s endowed lectures. He focuses on scale insects; how asexual reproduction correlates to the number of host…
Orientation: the best time to make new friends!
Hello! I’m Caitlin. And I want to paint a picture for you. Its late on a Thursday night. The stars are out and the crickets are chirping… only I can’t hear them. What I hear is mingling voices all around me and a rockin’ guitar player across the crowd. Its the Thursday of Orientation week and I’m outside the Davis…