Emily Brydges ’26

“I loved it” were the first words I ever heard spoken of Wellesley by a Wellesley alum. Cynthia, a member of the class of 1952, lived in the assisted living facility where I worked in high school. She broke into a massive smile when I told her I had applied and again when I was accepted.

I quickly learned what she meant. If a utopia exists, it is the Wellesley College campus: an unbelievably supportive community and enthralling classes, all with a backdrop of gothic architecture and spiral lampposts.

Since becoming seniors, “this time next year” has become a forbidden phrase among my friends and me. The thought of “only to be here” becoming “only to be there” looms large. For now, I am savoring every lecture, cross country team dinner, and glimpse at the bell tower. And when asked how Wellesley is, I always start with, “I love it.”