Something about me is not letting me like WestCo, and I think it’s the fact that my ex lives there, or perhaps it is because it goes out of its way to be, I don’t know, the different people dormitory. Now, I know I’m just some freshman who has been here for a few hours more than a week so I really shouldn’t be making assumptions like that, but that’s its reputation. That’s how it sells itself during the housing request form. And case in point, some foolish girl at breakfast the other day toted such choice lines as “Oh, in WestCo, we don’t ever where shoes.” And it bothered me. I don’t know. I chose Wesleyan because I wanted to go to school with kids who were like me: weird and intelligent and accepting and passionate about things. I didn’t want to go to a school with kids who went out of their way to be weird and say intelligent things and, I don’t know, I think the biggest let down is how close minded people are here.
Come on, Wesleyan. Assuage those fears.