MCS 40 at Bill & Amy Hinkley's Blueberry Farm in Waldoboro As I sit at home on the couch and look out at the pouring rain, I feel I must tell a story and thank Chewonki for one thing, out of thousands, in particular. Last June, as I was taking the T home from a sailing course in Boston, I stumbled on a group of MCS grads in a bus in Porter Square. I was one of the last to board the bus and realized there were no seats left, so I stood in the aisle near five or six students. They were Read More

We knew that this wasn't like any other final exam we'd taken before. For one thing we'd gotten up at 5:45 for a bird walk at 6:00 am, which was the first part of the exam. First we heard the tufted titmouse off in the distance and Don's hints were especially helpful. He calls a black and white warbler "the bird version of an old movie." We walked down to the waterfront and spotted a bald eagle, and then continued up toward the farm to hear some red-winged blackbirds among others. After Read More

No matter what you do after preparing, cooking, and eating a meal there will always be dishes to wash, and with an average of 45+ people eating at every meal, here at MCS, we create a lot of dirty dishes. To make sure that they all get washed the students are divided up into Dish Crews. I happen to be a part of dish crew six also known as the varsity dish crew. When the rotation lands on dish crew six it becomes our duty to tackle the massive piles of dishes to clean. There are many different Read More

On Friday Lola had her calf. He is light brown and is wide eyed. He is so curious, when we were milking Lola he wanted to sniff and lick everything. He discovered the fence; he attempted to run right through it and then tried to climbing over it but he couldn’t. I think the sheep have adopted him as one of them. When we tried to wrangle up Lola, she won’t go anywhere with out her calf, all the ewes surrounded him. Brad finally just carried him out of the pasture and Lola followed. My cabin is on Read More

The day began like any other ordinary day at MCS. I had four classes during the morning and barely made it to morning gather with my “bed head” hair still standing straight up. However, at ten minutes til’ one this all changed when it was Corwith Cramer’s turn to make an announcement for OAP, the MCS gym program. Banging his fist against the table, Cory spoke with enthusiasm. The day’s OAP activity was “an inspirational run” around Chewonki Neck. Dashing off into the quad Cory sprang forward Read More

This morning, MCS 40 woke up to an unfamiliar sound. It was pouring rain for the first time since spring break. The rain and wind were so strong that Tuesday science field trip was cancelled. To put that in perspective, Rhan thinks this was the first science field trip cancelled in a few years. By early afternoon the newly green fields were covered in gigantic puddles. The only thing on my mind was what ridiculous activity Ted and Cory would create for Outdoor Athletic Program (OAP) in the Read More

Solos Solo at last, only breath says I’m here under great red pine tree. With eyes you can’t see them, but they are near; they too are alone across the mud flat expanse, sitting, waiting, first and only chance. I wait on the sun for the west side am I, till’ noon, then one, then two o’clock all go by. The sun dapples through but the breeze is still stronger, rather nap than that view, forest floor seems much fonder. An eagle soars high and an osprey dives low, two song sparrows twitter and Read More

During lunch announcements on Friday, Ted stood up and gave an amazing speech to prepare us all for what we would encounter during our outdoor activity program (OAP) that day. He told us to gather on the tennis courts at four ready to play some dodge ball. From this point on, my mind was filled with my excitement to dodge, dip, duck, dive, and dodge for an hour straight. When it was finally four, everyone began to show up at the courts. We all found a partner of equal skill and playing ability Read More

It was a cold windy Friday night back in the dead of winter. Chewonki’s recent sunshine and warm weather were still months away and the boys of South Side (South Hall) began their nightly ritual: Pig. Known also as “Horse” in some circles, this game based on Basketball is a true test of human skill, strength, will power, endurance, and most of all honor. With a ten-dollar plastic Basketball and Net purchased from the Family Dollar, the first player shoots the ball. If the shot is made the Read More