Dipping My Toes In

By Camryn Ward ‘25

I’ve always imagined time as the sea. Calming yet restless, gentle yet powerful, something that you can never get ahold of. Always pushing forward, always moving, but most of all, inescapable. I felt the weight of time press on to me this past summer, frequently finding myself counting down the days until I could finally return to school and get back to planning my future. Those days time would blur and pass by me, but never fast enough. By the time summer was over, I came across this poem:

“The Orange”

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Oak Tree on Lake Waban: An Analysis of Dickinson Through Natural Observations

By Maggie Erwin ‘23

I have been measuring the surrounding ecosystem of a small oak tree near the lake: the mushrooms that pop up (evidence of the rich underground network of mycelium and roots communicating with one another), the bees that frequent the flowers, the grasses, and the changing leaves.

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Wellesley College is Not Made for the Marginalized

by Harper Elrod ‘25

CW: Alcohol mention, anti-Latine sentiment discussed, anti-Black racism discussed, classism discussed, depiction of domestic violence, reclamation of the D slur

When I ask the organizer of Dyke Ball if there will be a space for those who struggle with addiction and have trauma around alcohol, I am told that while I won’t be forced to be in a space where alcohol is served, there will be drunk people attending, wherever I choose to be.

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The Hidden Projection of Memory in Public Space

By Abby Schleichkorn ‘21

When you walk around campus, do you see the smiles shared, the friendships made, the tears shed, the place where the Peter used to pick us up, the exact place where you found out you got an A on THAT paper? I know I do. That is the unspoken language of place––I see my memories, and you see yours.

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