350 on Eleuthera: Clean, Green and Pristine

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On 10/10/10, people around the world organized Global Work Parties to help recognize climate challenges and solutions in their community. It’s called 350; 350 parts per million is what many scientists, climate experts, and progressive national governments are now saying is the safe upper limit for CO2 in our atmosphere.

On 10/10/10, we, members of The Island School, Cape Eleuthera Institute, Deep Creek Middle School, and the Deep Creek community, celebrated climate solutions by working together to clean up Continue reading

Cacique Update October 10, 2010

“King Bacon”

October 10 2010

By Caciques Marianne Foss-Skiftesvik and Augie Cummings

Sunday. A bonding day for all us students here at the island school. The majority of us spent the morning sleeping. As people snored and tossed, the sun implored and started to boss. “Wake up wake up!” its rays called upon us from our dorm windows. Some were weaker than others and gave up the fight with Mr. Sun, and groaningly ate granola. Others braved it out till king bacon, jelly, egg, toast and home fry, beckoned from their steaming thrones, resting among metal castles. North and south face off in a battle of the brave on the football field Continue reading

Cacique Update October 9, 2010

Students dance to local music at Wemyss Bight Homecoming

“How many activities does it take to exhaust 47 teenagers?”

October 9, 2010

By Caciques Chris Pibble and Sarah Francisco

We started our day with an extra early circle.  Everyone arrived groggy eyed and tired as we loaded up the bus on our way to Wemyss Bight for a race in honor of Olympic silver medalist, Chris “Fireman” Brown, the man who came in second to Hussein Bull in the 400m race.  The race was 4 miles long and it went in a large rectangle and returning to the start at the softball field.  Everyone was really pushing their limits on the run and as we rounded the second turn, I found myself (Sarah) running past Chris “Fireman” Brown who was walking.  I felt immensely proud of myself until about two minutes later when he flew past me.  This pattern continued until the end of the race when I ended up finishing ahead of an Olympian!  As people were coming in strong for their finish, everyone else lined up along the road and cheered them through the last turn and final few feet.  Once everyone was back, all of our individual success stories began to be shared. Continue reading

Cacique Update October 8, 2010

“Sand and Smiles”

October 8, 2010 

by Caciques Jack DeVries and Megan Osborn

Instead of normal run or swim track as our morning exercise we split up into team sports this morning.  The choices were yoga, ultimate Frisbee, volleyball, and water polo.  Volleyball was held on boys dorm beach during sunrise.  We dove into the fluffy sand as we reached for the volleyball flying through the air.  Cheers of encouragement rang through the morning air and the sun rose with our intensity for the game.  The end of our match covered us all in sand and smiles.   This was a refreshing change of the morning routine, which got everyone excited and ready to start the day.  After breakfast, we all went off to math, histories, and literature for our morning classes.  Histories class was especially interesting today due to our class activity of broadening our cultural perspectives.  Continue reading

A Fishing Story

By Tucker B

The early morning sun beat down on Emmanuel’s back as he struggled to start the outboard motor on his small fishing boat. The weathered Boston Whaler was older than he was, but it had taken the years better than he had. The satisfying roar of the battered Yamaha engine brought him down to his seat on the gunwale with a smile. With a gentle twist of the throttle, the prow of the boat lifted clear of the water and he aimed it toward the mouth of the bay. The small metal craft bounded over the calm ocean, sending light jets of spray back on its wake. He relaxed in his seat and let the warm Continue reading

Fritter Sleeping Places

Shoes are an important, but underrated, piece of daily Island School attire.  They shape your preparedness for any situation that comes your way – and at The Island School, that situation could be anything.  It’s not surprising that one may feel confused, if not overwhelmed, when choosing appropriate footwear in the morning.  Flip flops?  Sandals with ankle support?  Run-swims?  Swim-swims?  Run-runs?

What would Fritter do?  Sleep on it.  You’ll figure it out.

As always, “Fritter Sleeping Places” will be updated weekly for your visual enjoyment and personal enlightenment.  Can’t wait a week?  Sorry.  Fritter is asleep somewhere and is not currently accepting messages.  Disclaimer: The opinions expressed here are the views of the writer and do not necessarily reflect the views and opinions of Fritter, whose only concern is with the time of dinner.

Cacique Update October 7, 2010

“Swimming in the Wind”

October 7, 2010

By Caciques Louise Shiverick and Tucker Beckett

We woke up this morning for our long workout of the week. This workout is usually on Saturdays, but we had to reschedule because we are going to participate in the four mile Wemyss Bight homecoming race this Saturday. Swim track ran in the rain against the high intensity winds, to the triangle cut to swim laps. As we rounded the final corner, we glimpsed the epic size of the tumbling waves for the first time. Nevertheless, we balanced on the rocks to jump into the water that was as cold as bath water that’s been sitting out for a day to start our warm ups. After we were finally nice and toasty, we began the mile swim that was ahead of us. Continue reading

Semester Schools Website Launched

While parents and alumni can attest to the power of the experience and transformation that being away from home for 3 months can have, sometimes it still seems like a new idea to school administrators, teachers, and colleges.  Why have they not heard of Semester Schools?  Since students have to work hard to convince their school and teachers that going away is more than a “vacation” from school, the group of academic semester programs banded together to help families take the leap, and spread the word.  What’s going on with that?
 
Well, from the beginning, when the Island School started in 1999, we adopted the traditions and lessons of other established semester programs that had been the pioneers of taking high school students out of their comfort zone of school and into a community experience.  We still share a belief in how important it is to get support for students who want to do this kind of thing, so we decided to speak up!  Check out the new website at www.semesterschools.net  We hope you’ll help us innovate and improve: tell us your story of how you busted through walls and overcame obstacles to make your semester at The Island School possible!  You can make a difference for those who come behind you – even just reassuring them that it’s hard and takes effort would make their path easier.

Adventures in Human Ecology

In the reading of The Omnivores Dilemma, I learned things about the food I eat that I never would have thought of. I’ve never sat down at Applebee’s, looking at the menu wondered “where is my food coming from?” I’ve never even thought to question it. I never questioned the chicken and steak I buy at Costco. It’s just from Costco right? Through this reading, I realized my Continue reading

Cacique Update October 6, 2010

“Two Classes in the Day of an Island School Student”

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

By Caciques Heather Seeley and CJ Easton

Today at the Island School my Marine Ecology class performed our Naturalist dive at tunnel rock.  The reason it is a naturalist dive is because this is one of the roles one must fulfill to be granted advanced open water scuba diving certification.  So for our naturalist dive my marine ecology class went to Deal’s Point.  I was boat captain of the boat the Mary Alice, which means that I was in charge of operating the boat and maintaining safety of the passengers throughout our journey.  The the passengers of the Mary Alice were Continue reading