This weekend was Wellesley College’s reunion weekend_. Every year the first weekend in June Wellesley alums swarm the campus and return to the mothership.  Wellesley the bastion of feminism and sisterhood.  I loved my time at Wellesley, the stimulating classes, the independence, the amazing people I create lifelong friendships with.  Since I could not go, here is an homage to Wellesley!

Swells…

There were popped collars and fur hats and impromptu mall runs…

Trips through Europe where we stayed in co-ed hostels, had lockers fall on us and were attacked by pirates.  We were so fabulous that since it was cold we would tie our bread and cheese in bags and hang it outside the window to stay fresh.

Beginning of Senior year…

There were hugs and tears and boys and girls and break ups and new relationships.

There was wrestling in Tower Courtyard.

There was hoop rolling by Lake Waban…

There were mini-reunions in Phoenix and San Diego…

Mini-reunions in San Francisco

They are the friends that fly in all over for your wedding.  Who come back early from countries like Japan, who drive up a week early to help your family organize your wedding.

My friends knew I was disappointed I could not go to the Wellesley Reunion so they included me in their celebrations.  My friend Kate printed out a photo of my face and brought me along to the reunion.

Flat Jules as they called her, had an amazing time at Reunion.

With friends as wonderful and thoughtful as them it is no wonder that many of my best memories take place on Wellesley’s campus or with the people I met there.