A year ago this May, I achieved a personal milestone. With my husband and children in attendance, I walked across the stage at George Mason University and received my Ph.D. in education. The path to that stage began some 20 years ago, during my senior year at Wheaton.
I attended Wheaton from 1982 to 1986 and it was a perfect fit for me. I didn’t specify that I wanted to attend a single-sex college, but several of the schools I pursued were just that: all women. Perhaps I instinctively realized that I would be more comfortable at an all-women’s institution, and that I could learn to be my authentic self in such an environment. I knew that I wanted to attend a small college, where I could become involved in various activities and make genuine connections with faculty members.
Wheaton was far enough from my home in Peabody, Mass., that I felt independent, yet I could still return to eat a home-cooked meal or to celebrate a special occasion. But there was something more, something intangible about Wheaton that just felt right. I intrinsically felt like I belonged right there, in Norton, for my college years. (And little did I know that I would end up meeting my roommate and dearest friend, Debbie Leonard Barrette ’86, through whom I eventually met the man I married one day after graduation in 1986.) [Read more...]