Sunday morning I awoke early, and lo and behold the sun had emerged! I went for a walk. Down at the boathouse, the buoys seemed to have recovered from the time I went through them with the motorboat. (The head of the boathouse, a character straight from central casting named Fred, drawled in classic New England style the next day, "Ayuh. Julia. I had to chase down a bunch of wild buoys this morning. Let me know if you see any more about.")
The architecture is gorgeous. It's one of the three non-academic reasons I wanted to go the school. The other two reasons were that my tour guide used a word I'd never heard before (dichotomous), and my mom said I probably wouldn't get in.
Snuggler had a good time. Each class at Wellesley has a color: red, yellow, green or purple. You can guess which color my class was. Snuggler figured out that her class will be yellow.