I don’t know what it is, but every morning I wake up and the sky turns blue Sometimes it turns gray But I wake up every morning and my sub-conscious chooses a color for the sky to be My sub-conscious only knows two colors though, and those colors are blue and gray So I’m sitting here and thinking about the oddities of life, karma, and how truly honest the bible is How god doesn’t actually choose what color this world’s stunning sky is Or maybe I’m god Does god drive his car 50 mph downhill Read More

Back in the middle of the semester, when I got my third concussion during a ski accident at Sugarloaf, I was annoyed. I knew that this injury would affect my wilderness trip and cause me to miss a week or two of other physical activities, something I care deeply about.  After a relaxing wilderness trip, I felt fine and participated in a quick game of snow football. This is when I picked up my fourth concussion and second in six days.  This changed my entire semester, but it mostly affected the Read More

So, as some of you might know, Chewonki weekends are kind of crazy. We have a scheduled activity on Saturday morning, free time after lunch and an evening activity that is planned by a dish crew. These can range dress up roller-skating to having a campfire in Osprey Circle. We get to stay up a whole hour later on Saturday nights and it is a day for bonding with fellow semester people. This past Saturday, most of us went to take the dreaded SATs. However, this Saturday also included an event of Read More

A midnight rave in the depths of the man cave It starts off slow with only one or more bro. But the party gets bumpin when the beat starts thumpin The bass begins to shake and the toilet bowls reverberate Lights flicker at an indescribable rate Half clothed men rapidly run in Letting lose in extreme exhilaration As they point up and scream to their nation “I envision Obama” and all the above As the intensity climbs the feelings rise and nobody wants to stop Then the lights are on and Read More

Looking back a few months ago, to the cold, snowy days of the beginning of the semester, one of the first images that comes to my mind is that of the night sky. I remember walking along the icy path to Ranch at the end of study hours and staring upwards at the expanse of white dots, bright against the blackness of the night sky, and thinking, I’ve never seen more stars in my life. These days, the walk to my cabin in darkness has changed. The air is warmer, the ground is muddier, and the stars? Read More

I have to say that this past weekend has been the best weekend of my life. The ten of us and Ben Redman headed up to Acadia National Park in a packed Chewonki van. Sure, we had to get up at 5:30am so we could head out at 6, but it was so worth it. We pulled into camp around 9:30am and as soon as we got off the bus, we had the time of our lives. We hiked Pemetic, Bubble Rock, and finished off the afternoon by hiking the cliff ridges along Jordan Pond. It was the first time I had ever hiked that Read More

I'm going to be blatantly honest with you. The semester is winding down and I feel completely unprepared. There are nights where I lie in bed questioning: am I branching out enough? Did I change? Am I getting outside enough? Where is the time going? What has Chewonki given me? My answer came in a rather surprising way. The other day--I think it was a Tuesday--the sun was shining brightly, allowing me to pretend like it was warm enough for shorts. I remember walking out of art class and Read More

3/29/11 Today, on this beautiful March day, we did something worthy of notation, celebration and not necessarily probation. With much preparation, and outstanding cooperation we took our river-worthy, no; sea-worthy, nay; tsunami-worthy crafts known as the cenu to the native Carïb people out of the bathtub of tranquil currents at the Chewonki waterfront and into the notorious moving-water river jungle known as the Sheepscot, or “Paddler’s Hell.” If canoeing were easy, everyone would do it. So Read More

Three times a day the entire Chewonki community gathers around the tables in the Wallace Center to share a meal, often involving homemade bread and some sort of savory concoction no one can resist. The smell of macaroni & cheese, jambalaya, chili or some other delicious creation fills the air as everyone runs into the dining hall from his or her assorted desks around campus. But my love for meal times goes beyond the taste-- not only does every meal involve fresh bread, but it also always Read More

Sometimes Chewonki feels like a dream. Well, like a dream come true. There are smiles and laughter, but there is also hard work and commitment. There are many activities and events that require both. My dish crew planned a Saturday Night Activity, which was a bake-off between the six cabins. Throughout the evening there was music blasting in the background, bustling around, and dancing in the kitchen, while the students cooked. The bake-off was a complete success; all the cabins won some sort of Read More