I arrived later to the campus than expected because the taxi driver had “gotten lost”, and had taken the longest way possible to campus to hike up my bill. Jump to April 2013, a miserably cold day in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, and an even colder day for me- having just spent the early morning hours flying from Miami to Philadelphia. It was ranked very highly, seemed to have a good community, and was out of Florida. So- I looked more into the all-girls school that was smaller than my public high school. Realizing that I had a small close knit unit who seemed interested in me attending this far off institution, I decided to give it a chance. I mentioned very briefly that I ran, and she immediately put me into contact with the cross country team, who sent me love and support as I applied for colleges. We would email back and forth every so often, her usually giving me helpful hints on how to apply and reminding me that it would all work out. The admissions ambassador was sweet, and very kind, and seemed interested in me as a person, even if I didn’t decide to come to BMC. But they did- having sent me about a tree trunks worth of informational flyers and mail, they finally reached out to me using a human being. ![]() I don’t know how they found me to be honest. I didn’t want to go to Bryn Mawr, Bryn Mawr wanted me to go to them. ![]() I have been waiting to save this story for my last blog post, because I am a believer in things that come full circle.
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