Caroline Bruzelius ’71

My earliest memory of Wellesley is skiing on my father’s shoulders down the hill of the golf course facing campus: I was 2 ½. My parents were living in Wellesley in what turned out to be a year between Sweden and a long-term move to Brazil. During that year, my mother taught English composition at the college, where Nabokov was a faculty member.

Many years later, after multiple moves and eleven changes of schools in various languages, I chose to attend Wellesley as a freshman. The beauty of the campus and its buildings seemed to have been planted somewhere in my consciousness, and after a peripatetic childhood and chaotic education, it seemed like just the right—and the most peaceful—place for me to be. Four years in one place, in one school: what a luxury.