“Hey Ashley, you wanna hear the funny thing that Island School has done to me?” Alec asked me with his slow sarcastic Midwestern monotone. “…I am excited for three continuous study hours on Friday.”
Last week, Alec may have been one of the only sixteen year old boys in the entire western hemisphere looking forward to three continuous hours of study. Except of course, for the other 20 boys who live here in the dorms with him.
And this got me thinking about all of the funny things that Island School has done to me. I am excited when I have time to clean my toilet. Cleaning my toilet feels like a day at the spa: refreshing and so luxurious. I am a brand new woman with a fresh clean toilet. I appreciate the littlest of things like I would appreciate winning a brand new car on The Price is Right. A curtain opens and Ta Da: my bright shining toilet. What a gift! This is my Island School perspective.
I remember one day last fall, I woke up and looked around. I was dressed as a pirate, screaming “Yarr’s!” at students during Pirate Day morning exercise. I realized that I had spent the last 4 months screaming things at students between the hours of 6:30-7:30 a.m. I had screamed so many things at students: “Just one more minute, you’ve got it!” or “This isn’t WALK-track!” that I thought that maybe I was the single person who screamed more things at teenagers between the hours of 6:30-7:30 a.m., than anyone else on the planet. I never thought I had so much yell in me; I don’t even like the sound of my loud voice. But there I was yelling “Yarr!” as my boss was wallowing in the sand, eye-patched and parrot shoulders, “Yarr! We yelled, together. “Yarr!” And, I remember thinking to myself: “How did I get here?… isn’t this funny?” But the funny thing about Island School is more than the silly things we do. Continue reading