In the days after Ken’s diagnosis, I was awash with grief. I’m someone who is always trying to do things. So I did. I helped Ken cut up his food when his hands struggled to hold a knife; I tied his shoes for him when his fingers couldn’t grasp the laces; I made a map with
I wasn’t supposed to go to Wellesley. As a high school sophomore, I fell hopelessly in love with the idea of a college in Pennsylvania. I read books about the college’s history, lived in their oversized blue sweatshirt, and wrote the college’s name on the inside of my wrist to make myself focus in class.
I’ve never been much of a minimalist. From the ages of 12 to 17, my primary goal in life seemed to be to accumulate things. Nail polishes, pairs of earrings, books to read, crafts supplies. Once, on a trip to Prague with my aunt, I bought twelve different pashminas. All for me. Did you hear me? Twelve.
I don’t like to be alone. Back in college, I did all my work in common spaces, so that whether I was focusing on a paper or studying for an exam, I could do it around other people. I loved my dorm community, where I spent every dinner, every evening, every weekend surrounded by friends.
There’s a scene in Pixar’s The Incredibles where the mom of the superhero family, Helen, talks about unpacking the last box. Her family had moved a few years ago, if I remember right, but it had taken her years to get to that last box of stuff. Now that she had, they were finally all moved in. When
When you leave your life behind to move to Europe after graduation, you get a lot of the same questions. “What about your family?” (I’ll miss them, and we’ll be okay.) “How long will you be gone?” (Indefinitely.) And, my favorite: “Do you think it will be hard?” I was never sure how people wanted
Dear Shannon, Your photos are beautiful! I’m glad you had such a nice spring break. I was at the gym yesterday when I saw a marathon televised on the screens on the wall, and I started missing Wellesley and Marathon Monday. I hope you have a great experience at Marathon Monday this year! Spring in the
Dear Shannon, I hope that your break back home was nice, and that you’re not having too much trouble adjusting to Wellesley. I got a notification from Facebook this morning with photos from this day last year, when my friends and I had a picnic in the lawn behind McAfee to celebrate the start of
Dear Shannon, I can totally understand why you’re having a hard time adjusting back to life at Wellesley. I had a hard time after coming back from my time abroad, too. The pace at Wellesley certainly goes from 0 to 100 in about two days, and I know that it feels non-stop until finals. Just know that