I never thought I’d end up at a women’s college. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a huge advocate for women’s education, and loved my four years at an all-girls high school. However, I assumed that by going to yet another school for women I was somehow closing off my options, leaving myself ill-equipped to work and function in the real world.
Going into the college search, the only thing I knew was that I was interested in writing, and hoped to go into journalism. Beyond that though, I had no idea. Huge research university in a city with a journalism program? Tiny liberal arts college in the middle of nowhere with a writing program I loved? They were both on my list, and everything in between.
I went on over 20 college tours around the northeast to try to narrow the search, although after a while they all started to blend together. The summer before my senior year, my family used our annual vacation on a trip to Boston and its suburbs, where several of the colleges I was interested in were located.
Among the schools we visited were Boston College and Boston University, both of which appealed to me for different reasons. Wellesley was a last minute addition to the list, only really on there because we were driving by it anyway and we had heard some good things. Even as I considered what I might think when I arrived, it did not cross my mind as a real possibility because of its distinction as a women’s college.
Once we actually stepped on campus, it felt so right to be there. Honestly, the first thing that got to me was the gorgeous campus, and the lake views definitely didn’t hurt. As we took a tour and listened to the standard admission talk that we had heard so many variations of already, I was struck by something – all of the women who spoke to us seemed self-assured intellectually curious, and inspiring. While I was sure that I could find women like this at any of the schools I applied to, it was clear that at Wellesley this was the norm.
Once I received my acceptance, I was anxious to hear about financial aid. Frankly, Wellesley is an extremely expensive school, and being accepted but unable to attend for financial reasons seemed like it would hurt even more than being flat-out rejected.
The day financial aid decisions were released online, I was still at school. I remember opening the letter on my laptop in the library, and then checking a few more times to make sure I was reading the number right. Once I had convinced myself that yes, the school I most wanted to attend would also be by far the most affordable, I ran out of the library to call my mom.
I feel more secure in my decision than I could have hoped for at this time last year. I now spend equal amounts of my time finding new instagram-worthy locations on campus and working for The Wellesley News. I can’t imagine myself anywhere else.