My alma mater, Wellesley College in Wellesley, MA, is a lovely campus in a lovely if snobbish town. No sororities, although there are literary and ethnic societies that the girls don’t live in. Girls share the first two years, and get singles the last two. Perhaps the most beautiful dormitory, if having rather smallish rooms, is the Tower/Claflin/Severance complex. Get a load of that 1920s-style High College Gothic Hall in Tower especially, and the dining rooms. I lived in Tower my freshman year and it sucked to actually live in–full of rich standoffish seniors–but it sure was purty. It’s on a high hill on the site of College Hall, the original building, which burned down in 1917 without a single life being lost. This was largely due to the efforts of fire chief Olive Davis, so in the late 20s they built:
The mirror-twins Stone and Davis They added those weirdo circular flying saucer dining rooms in the late 60s, and unfortunately when I lived there the 1960s refit was still extrant–cheap Danish Modern furniture, avocado rugs, orange chairs in the lodges. But it was very comfortable and the building had ‘good bones’. I wish I could go up there and look around, but they now have professional security and card-keys rather than bored freshman sitting there for three-hour stretches doing “bells”.
The new dorms, Freeman, McAfee, and Bates, are actually over 40 years old now but their Upscale Howard Johnson’s in Tucson look still seems fresh today! Ikea before Ikea was made! Actually, I hated them, even with the nice old furniture crammed into the nice big living rooms. Although the rooms were wicked big. And square. And more blond wood than there is in all of Sweden.
I spent two years in the Quad, the oldest dorms standing (1907-1916). That page says that Munger, way off to the side, is part of the complex. It is lying. Munger is a squat low-ceilinged 1930s nonentity. Lived one year in Pom (best dining room on campus; this was right before they contracted out the food to A Big Corporation, and each dining room had its own chef and level of yumminess) and one in Shafer, which unlike its mirror twin Beebe had lost its dining room. Hence our T-shirt: “Shafer! We eat out every night!” (Yes, that was cutting-edge humor in the Reagan years, children).
There’s also Crawford House, where the independent-minded live (because nobody else will take them), Instead House (used to be Homestead, but then they ran a contest to rename it and my friend Cynthia submitted In-stead as a joke and it won!), Lake House, which is covered by too many pine trees for anybody to notice, and Dover House, a spacious old WWII-era barracks (Wellesley paid a major role in the War and Pres. Clapp was a pioneering WAC) which houses girls who got the lousiest numbers in the lottery that determines where you live every year. Including me a few weeks of my junior year, when I swapped with a friend in Shafer.
Worth a visit for the grounds alone; the dorms and other buildings are set in one of the most beautiful campuses in New England, with a lake and a little pond and rolling hills and everything. Landscaping is excellent and the academic buildings are pretty cool too. Except for the Science Center, with a modern facade built onto the front of the old College Gothic center. We called it the Habitrail.