
Rock Harbor, Cape Cod, at sunset, July 18, 2010.
A blog and archive for and about the small schools I've had the privilege to lead.

Just back from vacation on Cape Cod, visiting dad, kind of sad, but not so bad...
You worked hard to get to this day. You are survivors, having not only survived middle and high schools that were big, impersonal, and bureaucratic, but also having survived Nora, which is no easy task. There is often a misconception that being in a small school like Nora is easy, because the teachers know you, and work with you, and give you lots of chances, and all of that is true. But equally true is that going to a small school is hard, because the teachers know you, and work with you, and give you lots of chances. There’s nowhere to hide if you haven’t done the reading, your math homework always gets checked, and when it’s your turn to make a presentation there’s no one to hand it off to. Your parents hear if you missed the trip to the Corcoran and they know when you’re not doing your Pre-Calculus homework. Lorraine notices when you show up late to Physics and Patrick notices when you didn’t turn in your Chemistry lab. It’s tough to stand up to that amount of scrutiny, but you have. You survived not only the classrooms, but also the whitewater rafting of your sophomore year, the high ropes and goal setting of your junior retreat, and writing recommendations and sharing your life stories on the senior retreat. You finished your senior community service (late though it may have been for some of you) and you learned to balance two of the most precious gifts of adulthood: freedom and responsibility. The freedom part is easy, every teenager gets that. The responsibility part is a lot harder. Many adults have yet to figure it out, as witnessed by the various crises on Wall Street and in the Gulf of Mexico. Learning when to have fun and when to work, when to sleep in and when to get up, finding where the boundaries are, and which ones it was safe to cross, these are things that your parents and teachers have to juggle every day. You managed, if imperfectly, the four lessons with which we start every school year.
It's ironic that the sophomore class went whitewater rafting without incident (well, a bit of swimming) while after yesterday's softball game two students needed to see a doctor following an outfield collision! The teenage brain seeks excitement, which leads to many risky behaviors. We try to structure some of that thrill-seeking into activities like sports, but far too many kids have no outlets other than drugs, sex, and other, unsupervised, dangerous activities. Whitewater rafting and softball are no cures, but they are alternatives. I wish every kid in high school had the opportunities that our kids have to challenge themselves in ways that are healthy and (relatively) safe.
So two weeks ago we were stuck in a hospital room in
What a difference two weeks makes!
My wife and I, having shepherding two kids through visits to various colleges throughout the northeast (cold, damp, gray), finally have one who wants to go someplace interesting. His application filed, he now needs to audition at the Frost School of Music at the University of Miami. Great! we think, a long weekend trip to visit the school, audition, and see a part of the country we've not yet toured. What could be better than Miami in January? Our itinerary set, we're headed for "the U", South Beach, and the Everglades on our latest 2-1/2 day ADD tour. Jeff auditions at the college, and we have a nice dinner after walking around South Beach and dipping our toes in the ocean. Then...