Personal Statement: Sisterhood

#13: “The way in which we have your back.” As an only child, I’ve never truly experienced sisterhood. I grew up as a dependent individual. Let me explain. My close friends and I act like sisters: dyeing each other’s hair navy blue, laughing at our ludicrousness while sweating bullets playing dance-intensive video games, and forcing each other to be swept up hundreds of feet in the air on deceptively juvenile amusement park rides (I’ll admit to nothing!). As much as I hesitate to say it, I need this kind of looney, soul-deep, devoted friendship. Yet at the same time, I crave introverted aloneness. Wellesley’s environment would satisfy both of these requirements. It crafts remarkable bonds between students that would challenge me to engage myself

Furthermore, even when it is not vital, I am confident that the welcoming community at Wellesley would help me solve any problem I may face, be it mental, physical, or philosophical. Although I may be slow to understand some academic concepts, I have realized that studying with others is extremely conducive, and I would be able to do this at Wellesley. However, I would not merely take advantage of the sisterhood at Wellesley; I would contribute to it, as well. While transitioning to college can be emotionally trying, I would help my fellow classmates adjust and receive the same, in turn, when I cry about missing my family and pets, or simply because the cold weather is so shocking! I have witnessed the sisterhood of the College first hand, and am certain the fantastic, fabulous Wellesley women would, indeed, “have [my]

One could say, then, that perhaps I have some experience. As an introvert, quality alone time is, indeed, of the utmost importance, but I understand that society is not composed of identical beeping robots; everyone has unique preferences, beliefs, and mannerisms. During my experience visiting the college over Discover Wellesley Weekend, I was shocked at how friendly first-year roommates could become in such a short period of time. I truly believe that living with other students in such a welcoming community would help me peek out of my shell a bit, and open up to people more quickly. That isn’t to say, however, that I don’t adore some of the less social aspects of Wellesley’s residence halls. I found it extremely comforting, as a fellow perfectionist and (minor) nerd that at Severance Hall, the dorm I stayed in, many students were engaged in intense study sessions, even on a Sunday night, and that no one judged this behavior. At breakfast the next day, the dining hall had numerous ladies eating alone and/or studying. While this may seem comical or absurd to some extroverts, the acceptance of pajama-wearing unaccompanied contemplation time is