When I got to Wellesley, I never quite understood just how intelligent I was. Instead this was a virtue I could easily identify in other women but never really in myself. Perhaps being smart was something I took for granted because I simply never understood what it meant or looked like for me. However, once I was immersed in the bubble I allowed myself to embrace my most earnest questions about the world, my purpose in it and believe in the difference I could make in it.