Sanam Sheriff '18

In the Beat of a Heart

A senior's unforgettable welcome to new first-year students.

As a senior, Sanam Sheriff '18 delivered a welcome speech to the incoming first-year students. We loved it so much that we've reproduced it here.


Today, I want to welcome you all to a place that has homed me for the past four years. When I got my acceptance letter in the mail, I was thousands of miles away in India, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes at 5 a.m. and making sure I wasn鈥檛 dreaming it all up. I never got to be in the seats you鈥檙e sitting in right now. The first time I stepped foot on this campus was on Move-In Day, and all the days before that I had just put my faith in the pretty castles and the green grass and all the colorful trees I had seen in pictures online. There weren鈥檛 even videos back then; now we have drone footage, and I definitely feel old.

I want to tell you that that first day feels like four lifetimes ago. But I also want to say that it feels like four weeks ago, and time is a string that spins and spools that I can never quite measure right. I could tell you about my stomach doing cartwheels in my body when my mom was getting into the cab to drive away and leave me alone in this new and unknown world, or I could tell you about the first friend I made that day, Alina, and how it is still her door that I knock on in the quiet pockets of the night when I need a shoulder to lean on. 

It's a wonderful and scary and challenging and incredible time.

But mostly, I want to tell you that there are some things you wish you could do over鈥攏ot to change their course, but just to experience them for the first time again. I want to say that if I could take the clock by its hands and turn it back to 2014 and be standing at the door you are all knocking on right now, I鈥檇 do it in a heartbeat. 

I came to this campus in search of a way out. A new leaf. A better beginning. What I found is a runway that would lead me gently into the rest of my life. Back then, I was a shy kid who played basketball and wrote poems and cracked bad jokes every once in a while. Like, Did you hear about the kidnapping at school? Don鈥檛 worry, he woke up. Pretty weak, I know. But what I mean to say is that back then, I knew I had a voice and had things I wanted to say and scream and sing, but I hadn鈥檛 yet found the courage to forklift the words from my chest and offer them to the world around me. When I give tours now to visiting families, I say 鈥淗ey, my name is Sanam. I鈥檓 a senior here, which is still weird to say out loud.

Every path I got to take was paved in some way by the doors that were opened for me here on this campus.

I鈥檓 doing an independent major in creative writing. I played basketball for a couple years before studying abroad in Copenhagen for a semester. I run a spoken word poetry club, I hold a couple of jobs and dorm leadership positions, and I have a bicycle that has a water bottle holder that fits my speakers just right, so I ride around campus playing my favorite tunes and sharing a quick smile with the people I pass by.鈥 That鈥檚 the gist of it. But like I said, I鈥檝e spent what feels like four lifetimes here. So many selves have passed through me. It is a wonderful and scary and challenging and incredible time when you move out of the safety and comfort of your family鈥檚 home, of the streets you know by name and the turns you know by heart, and shift into a world where you have to find your own footing, and choose your own route through every day. 

I was terrified that Bryn Mawr was a women鈥檚 college, and I had no idea how that would play out in my life. But looking back, it is truly my favorite thing about this place. I say this knowing the experiences my high school friends are having in their co-ed colleges. I say this having taking classes at Haverford and Penn almost every semester, and I say this knowing that it is a man鈥檚 world out there. But here, in a country that is foreign and threatening to me, in the arms of this campus, I still feel most powerful. There is something to be said about that. And there is something to be said about the world that is created when women run it.

In the arms of this campus, I still feel most powerful.

At Bryn Mawr I quickly learned that I couldn鈥檛 complain about things鈥攂ecause I had the agency to change them. I just had to be passionate enough to put in the work. And that concept鈥攖he idea that you can transform and build and achieve the things you care most deeply about鈥攊s one I was so unfamiliar with before coming here, but over the years, it has changed the way I carry myself through any space I enter. 

I鈥檓 majoring in creative writing, and that鈥檚 an independent major, which means it doesn鈥檛 actually exist, but I got to design it and propose it to a committee and have it approved because they believed in the vision I had for myself. I studied under professors who are best friends with the writers whose books I carry in my backpack. I put on poetry productions with the poets I used to watch videos of back in India, and I call them my dear friends now. I spent four months in Denmark living my best life and perfecting my Danish accent. I spent a summer in Austin working at an internship that transformed the trajectory of my life. This winter break, I got invited and flown over to Amsterdam and paid real money to perform at a literature festival with some of the most amazing writers and thinkers I鈥檝e met. And this fall, after I graduate, I will begin on the Watson fellowship that will put $30,000 in my bank account to travel the world for a year and pursue my passion and discover myself. That鈥檚 not me paraphrasing鈥攊t鈥檚 literally how the fellowship is described. 

When I say this to you now, it all sounds and feels like a dream I am making up yet again. But these things really happened to me, are still happening to me, and every path I got to take was paved in some way by the doors that were opened for me here on this campus, through this community, by the people who work so selflessly to put the wind beneath our wings. 

I鈥檓 just a kid from India who dreamed of getting a full scholarship and going to America, y鈥檃ll. I had no idea where I would be four years later, no clue what this journey would look like. I鈥檝e made friends who will be giving speeches at my wedding. I鈥檝e made memories I already cry about while remembering. 

Once, after a tradition we have called Lantern Night, my friend and I were so full of joy and love, we stayed up all night and watched the sun rise; I鈥檒l never forget seeing the sky sing itself pink and turning to her and saying, 鈥淲e鈥檙e gonna be seniors one day. I don鈥檛 want it to happen so fast.鈥 Another time, I was on campus for winter break because of basketball, and it had been more than a year since I had been home, and I remember exchanging Secret Santa gifts with my team over dinner and feeling the presence of a kind of family I had never known outside of blood. And another time, it was graduation day of my freshman year here, and I was sobbing saying goodbye to the seniors who had made me feel so held and happy in this place that was so far away from anything I knew.  I remember losing my mind when I found out there was Nutella just readily available in a jar in the dining hall whenever I wanted it. I remember realizing how small this campus was when I had fought with a friend and didn鈥檛 want to see them but ended up bumping into them at least three times a day. And I remember being in Copenhagen, so anonymous in that big city, and craving that smallness, the familiarity of walking through campus and saying hi to at least five people I was so happy to see. 

My time here has been wondrous and difficult and hard to wrap into words. But
I think I have spent it building that thing that cannot be removed from me鈥攁 knowing of who I am and what I stand for and everything I am capable of that nothing can knock down and destroy. I would have loved to get a taste of this place before I arrived here on that first day after a 20-hour plane ride struggling to stay awake through my introductions. You all are sitting in such special seats. The day ahead of you is so, so exciting because it could be the beginning to the rest of your life. 

So, take it all in, if not for yourselves, then for me, for the 18-year-old kid inside me that is standing on her tiptoes for a chance to do it all again. Talk to the people you might be brushing your teeth next to someday. Listen closely to what this campus and community has to offer you, and try it on for size. See if it fits. The fact that you鈥檙e here already means that it would look so damn good on you. I tell my friends this over and over, but Bryn Mawr, in many ways, has felt like a four-year summer camp to me, in the best way possible. And I鈥檓 so honored to welcome you here, and I hope with my whole soppy heart that you get to feel some of that magic today. 

Congratulations y鈥檃ll. Welcome.   

Published on: 05/22/2019