Okay, I admit it.

I do love Wellesley College. I would not be the same person I am today without it. Sure, I might have grown up eventually, got myself a pair of self-esteem pants and been the same person, generally speaking, at the end of it all. But, I am a Wellesley Woman through and through. I am a woman "who will," that is, "make a difference in the world," as the tagline goes.

I feel in such a state of limbo. Not quite here, but not quite there yet. Ready to leave, to spread my wings and crash (gracefully, I hope) into the arms of the Real World, but not quite ready to leave at the same time. I get teary about my favorite tree on campus or the library renovations that I won't be around to see or the professors whose undeserving favor I've gained or the buildings, oh, the buildings, the brick and ivy and everything New England or the women, yes them too, even the annoying ones and crazy ones, the ones who throw off the curve, the ones who know everything, and I mean everything, but especially the intelligent ones, the compassionate ones, the inspiring women who aren't trying to make life a competition, but who make you want to be a better person for them and for the world and for all that Wellesley College represents.

I hope I did right by you. And if I didn't, I will.

(um, I know this entry seems random, but it's because I presented at and attended a conference here on campus that celebrates Wellesley women's achievements)