Summit House atop Mount Holyoke - A Respite of One's Own?
I read A Room of One’s Own for the first time during my sophomore year at Mount Holyoke. I related immediately to her clarion call for women to be able to experience the freedom and joy of walking on the finely trimmed lawns of amalgamated Oxbridge with the same sense of entitlement that the male students had.
As for the lock on one’s door, to me it went beyond metaphor: growing up with six brothers and sisters—a large, boisterous family who made complex and emotionally messy demands upon each other—the chance to be alone with my thoughts, to indeed have a room of my own, not shared with one of my sisters, was an ideal throughout my childhood.
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