Christine Osborne ’69

If my father had lived, I’d tell a different story. He'd never have blessed the Bible major, the anti-war protests. His plan was that after graduation, I'd return to Rochester, be a teacher.

But after his heart attack in Alumnae Hall on Sophomore Fathers Day 1967, my choices were all mine. (That major helped me land my first job at Harvard Divinity School, though my speed demon typing sealed the deal.)

The next morning, President Ruth Adams came to Beebe to assure me that Wellesley would provide the financial aid I'd need to finish. Once I entered the working world, Wellesley on my resume made me look smarter than I am. It flagged me as pre-approved. Wellesley had my back, and has been there, right behind me, ever since.