Yesterday marked an end of an era at The Island School with the departure of the one and only David Miller. David came to The Island School three years ago with a ton of energy, some quirky expressions and a passion to change young people’s lives. There is no doubt that every student of David Miller has at least one (if not 20) story that brings a smile and recalls how he helped make their time at Island School invaluable. David, we cannot thank you enough for all your hard work and dedication over the years and we are sad to see you go! We wish you the best of luck and expect you to stay in touch and continue to make us all smile and do good work!
–The Island School
If you distill all the rules and protocols of scuba diving, there is one fundamental principle: breathe.
Perhaps this seems redundant. On land, the physiological process of taking air into one’s lungs and then expelling it is also pretty essential. Yet when PADI, the Professional Association of Dive Instructors, declares, “always breathe slowly and deeply and continuously,” in their Open Water Manuel, they aren’t kidding around. Even several meters below the surface, divers should never hold their breath. The physical effects of changing depths, caused by tremendous fluctuations in pressure, must be regulated by a continuous cycle of inhalation, exhalation. Failure to do so could lead to arterial air embolism, pneumothorax, mediastinal emphysima, subcutaneous emphysima—conditions whose names alone are enough to scare most divers.
Luckily, I am not scared. Or at least, I am not as nervous as expected. I am a first time diver, but I am learning from a Divemaster who is patient, thorough, and reassuring. I came to The Island School this fall as a Teaching Fellow for the Continue reading
I wrote this when we got back from an early morning free-dive last Wednesday. A rare pleasure.
“This morning I dived with a loggerhead. The turtle was missing a chunk of its shell. On its right hand side a shark, I assume, had taken a bite out of its shell and left its flipper intact but withered. We had been diving at Tunnel. I had taken three dives and was concentrating on relaxing under water, minimizing effort without concern for depth, and finding the point at which my buoyancy would become neutral and I would hover in the water column while excerting no effort. I had not yet found that depth. My buddy Continue reading
In his cacique update last night, Peter elegantly described our end of orientation commencement ceremony. And the poesy he employed for the day could not have been more apt.
To me, last night’s ceremony was an important ritual at a critical point in the semester–the students have just spent the past two weeks getting to know this place and each other. They kayaked in the Continue reading
“The truth is that many things on which our future health and prosperity depend are in dire jeapordy: climate stability, the resilience and productivity of natural sustems, the beauty of the natural world, and biological diversity.
It is worth noting that this is not the work of ignorant people. Rather, it is largely the results of work by people with BA’s, BS’s, LLB’s, MBA’s, and PhD’s. Elie Wiesel once made Continue reading
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Students breathing bubbles at Tunnel Rock
K1 stops on day 1 to learn about red mangroves
Sunday night, as we (K1) sat under the stars, Remo pointed out constellations. The stars were shining brightly and with a laser pointer, Remo directed us to Orion, Canus Major, Taurus, Ursa Major, and several others. I’ve lived here for over seven months, but I’ve never spent that much time looking up at the sky. The students leaned back in their Continue reading
K2 shows excitement about their 3-day kayak adventure
I awoke this morning to a howling wind and thought to myself “uh-oh”. But by the time we gave K1 and K2 kayak trips a big group hug around the flagpole, the wind had already begun to settle
A great night at the softball game!
Wow! What a wonderful way for the students to spend their first night off. Last night we traveled to Rock Sound to watch a local slow-pitch softball game. The league leaders, the Rock Sound Defenders, lost an exciting bout against Continue reading
I sat drinking my coffee yesterday morning, watching as the sun rose over the Caribbean Sea; a chill ran down my spine. I couldn’t tell if it was the breeze coming off the water or the excitement of the day ahead of me. Alex Perkins and I were to serve as Caciques for the day, the only time in the semester when faculty have that role. Continue reading