Wellesley for me was less an academic challenge and more a way to prove something about humanity’s weaknesses, and people’s need to compartmentalize others into a little box to suit their narrative. This is why I “lost my mind”, and why I left, and returned, on my terms.
Academically, I was always a (several) step (s) ahead of my peers. To the point I was accused of cheating, by my “friend.”
Envy is a peculiar thing. More peculiar is the way people will follow the envious, thinking they are the originals. Most peculiar is when your “friends” believe the lie that the world loves what they do, how they do it, and who they hurt in the process. It’s a good thing confidence is so attractive, because, hubris.
Wellesley keeps going. She is not there, but others are, and others will be who hold up the torch. I guess it teaches you “the system.” No system I care to be a part of.
I guess granted my lack of contact or knowledge of anyone I once knew there, they’re all gone to me. I wonder to this day what they ever wanted from me. Maybe everything. Probably nothing.
Erika
