I am a product of Wellesley College.
I entered campus bright eyed and unsure as a first year, insecure of my place amongst the many women who would change the world because I had been a last-minute admit off the waitlist. But the infectious electricity thrumming amongst the first years pushed me to place all that aside, and go for what I felt drawn towards the most.
I joined Al-Muslimat, seeking a place of respite and commonality amidst all the ebbs and flows on campus. Students were always rushing from place to place, and I needed a spot to take a breath, where the students around me understood where I was coming from. I formed deep friendships, got in huge fights, did well in some classes, poorly in others, and made my way through the natural course of the four years. The brightness started tarnishing around campus to me, but I pushed myself to keep moving forward.
— Tim Carvell, head writer for The Daily Show (Rolling Stone Sept. 2013) (via towritebeyonceonherarms)