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A Final Prefrosh Perspective on WesFest: “Simultaneously Excited and Terrified”

“I still can’t believe that I’ll be living there for the next four years, but I’m looking forward to the adventure.”

Here’s one final transmission from the Class of 2017 on experiencing WesFest last month, sent in by Cloie Logan ’17 of Albuquerque, New Mexico. For previous installments of this series, click here. Here’s Cloie:

I honestly don’t know what I was expecting at WesFest. Being an ED1 student, I guess I just really hoped that I wouldn’t spontaneously change my mind and decide I hated Wesleyan and be reserved to the fact that I’d be “stuck” here for the next year at least.

Thankfully, I was only reassured that Wesleyan was the place for me. President Roth’s welcome speech cancelled out all of the self-doubt sowed by some people back home who found it insane to be moving all the way out to Connecticut from Albuquerque, NM, and not even have a clue what I am going to study yet. But honestly, at this point I’d do anything to get out of this city.

Yet Another Prefrosh Perspective on WesFest: “Everybody Seemed So Optimistic”

“Unlike some colleges, there was no sense of a huge ‘stress’ cloud looming over the student body.”

Yet another prefrosh has written in to share some thoughts on the WesFest experience. For previous prefrosh perspectives, click here or here. Here’s Anna Lu ’17, an incoming freshman who first visited Wesleyan at the age of 12:

No words can properly describe Wesleyan. The first time I came to campus was at the age of 12 for my first championship swim meet. Being stuck at a swim meet for the entire day, I took the liberty to explore this mysterious college campus. As the years went by, I narrowed down the necessities of my future college: I’ve loved the idea of having a small liberal arts college in the northeast, an eclectic student body, and a strong science program. Wes fit that perfectly. I took a recruiting trip during the fall and that solidified all previous notions of it being my top choice.

Another Prefrosh Perspective on WesFest: “Stay Golden, Wes”

“Being on campus, surrounded by this incredible enthusiasm, and sometimes the necessary jadedness that comes with facilitating a community like this, was what really confirmed my decision to attend Wesleyan.”

Our second prefrosh perspective on WesFest comes from Molly Hastings ’17, a member of the Class of 2017 from Santa Cruz, California. If you’re a prefrosh and you want to write a guest post about WesFest, send it to us at staff(at)wesleying(dot)org. Here’s “Prefrosh Molly”:

My WesFest started out without a bang, as I waited in the San Jose airport for five hours due to air traffic delays. But my excitement rose as I lined up to board the plane, almost seeing Connecticut outside on the horizon, though it was another hour until I actually boarded the plane due to a missing first officer.

After a bumpy ride in, between a man who repeatedly offered me twizzlers and a woman who played Rat on a Scooter for what seemed like the entire flight, I arrived in Boston. It took me another two hours to actually get to Wesleyan, during which I hyped myself up by alternating between taking twenty-minute naps and reading my acceptance letter, feeling slightly confused.

A Prefrosh Perspective on WesFest: “Joining the Cult”

“I tried to look around myself more critically, and… shit, it was just as awesome a place I’ve always thought.”

The WesFest picnic on April 19. Photo via Olivia Drake and the Wesleyan Connection.

The WesFest picnic on April 19. Photo via Olivia Drake and the Wesleyan Connection.

This year, for the first time ever, we asked prefrosh to send in their impressions of WesFest for publication on Wesleying. Our first guest post comes from Chris Gortmaker ’17, an Early Decision prefrosh from Belmont, Massachusetts. Feel free to leave a comment, but don’t be an asshole. Here’s Chris:

Wesfest was awesome, but really, I wouldn’t have expected anything less. As an ED1 admit, I went to Wesfest without any doubts as to where I’d be spending my next four years. My decision was in, and my two-and-a-half days on campus did nothing but affirm my choice. The fellow prefrosh I met were consistently great people, and everything from Battle of the Bands at Eclectic to wine and cheese (the cheese notoriously absent) at WestCo kicked my ass with just how right it felt.

My sense of belonging stayed with me throughout, but was put somewhat into perspective at the Wednesday night comedy show in the Nics Lounge. A stand-up comedian whose name I forget—I do recall that he, in full police officer garb and brandishing a nightstick, endearingly harassed me later that night in WestCo—brought up an interesting point at the beginning of his act. He proclaimed that Wesleyan was in all respects the best school there was, and that all of us prefrosh present would be crazy not to choose Wes. I heard my own voice in his, as I had been saying things along these lines all day to the other prefrosh I met. Sarcasm began to creep into his voice as he exaggerated, blowing up his praise for Wesleyan to an absurd extent. He exclaimed, “Wow, what is this—a cult?”