<p>Im curious to see everyones why Wellesley so im going to share my in hopes some of you will do the same. </p>
<p>Lulu </p>
<p>I had absolutely no right to look Wellesley’s way. I hadn’t taken every AP class offered or </p>
<p>scored perfectly on the SAT. But I did find myself visiting campus one weekend in October, </p>
<p>because let’s be honest, it’s fun to dream. My brother and I had no idea where we were going on </p>
<p>campus, and since it was a very quiet Sunday, our poor navigational skills were only that much </p>
<p>more compounded. We headed to the first building we saw—it happened to be Lulu. As I walked </p>
<p>around Lulu, I felt the strangest feeling. I did not feel out of place and this feeling only </p>
<p>intensified as I walked around and explored the space. Everywhere I looked I saw myself, </p>
<p>studying in the little nook in the corner, playing the piano, being part of a study group in the café, </p>
<p>hanging up campaign flyers. In those moments, I knew I could thrive at Wellesley, not as a </p>
<p>prospective student, but as an actual student. I took in the club and campaign boards, seeing </p>
<p>myself as part of them, no longer a visitor, an outsider, but as a first-year student. Beyond </p>
<p>myself, I realized something more profound while exploring Lulu—the women who attend </p>
<p>Wellesley are not just students. I felt as as though they were working to change something </p>
<p>important within our society or academic field as a sisterhood. There is a special ambiance that </p>
<p>surrounds you in each room, with people sharing ideas, working to enhance that ambiance. I </p>
<p>wanted to chime in badly, to join the conversation, but I knew at the time that my turn would </p>
<p>come. I just need to be patient. Lulu made a considerable first impression on me and I cannot </p>
<p>wait for the day that I get to convene, deliberate and study with my peers in her chairs.</p>
<p>Student body</p>
<p>On a Tuesday night, well past midnight, just weeks ago in October, I walked into my host’s dorm </p>
<p>room to find four women debating the status and future of India’s government over a jar of </p>
<p>Nutella. It is a scene I will never forget, and, for me, one that captures the essence of life at </p>
<p>Wellesley and its student body. Here we were, me just a prospective student, at the wee hours of </p>
<p>the night engaging in rich debate and conversation about politics and life. I loved how each </p>
<p>person in the room respected each other’s opinion and showed no hesitation in expressing her </p>
<p>own. It reflected just how special the environment is. Each student comes from different walks of </p>
<p>life and has compelling and important stories to tell. As a curious person I’m always looking for </p>
<p>new things to learn and explore. It was clear from this night that Wellesley is a place to explore </p>
<p>this curiosity. I have little doubt that should I need an answer to even the most obscure question </p>
<p>there would be someone there to not only answer, but elaborate on it as well. As the women </p>
<p>talked, I enjoyed watching them interact, relating their own perspectives and allowing for ideas </p>
<p>to be shared in beautiful, diverse and abstract ways. I hope that next year I will be able to </p>
<p>experience a few nights such as this, where my roommate, neighbors, and I will passionately </p>
<p>debate the RNA world hypothesis or world politics, while eating Nutella at two in the morning, </p>
<p>on a Tuesday night.</p>