For several weeks this fall I traveled much much on Brewster business, engaging in all sort of outreach to prospective and current families and alums. I thus found myself in Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, and farther afield in Chicago, Bermuda, San Francisco, Los Angeles. Even today I’ll drive back-and-forth to Boston prior to watching some Brewster games in the failing light of late fall.
I’m not a traveler – planes make me feel trapped and distant cities reveal my desire for green and trees and the vibration of this school. I get homesick for Brewster when I’m away.
Though not a traveler, I’m a walker or, more accurately, an ambler.
amble (v): walk at a slow or relaxed pace, especially for pleasure.
The last few days, I’ve done a bunch of ambling about on campus – delivering birthday cards, checking on the construction of the new dorm, walking to town for coffee with a colleague, getting up from my desk and all the work that it implies to stroll the halls in the hope that I’ll bump into kids.
Last night, tired of checking boxes in my to-do list, I walked through some dorms and then to the academic building, alight against the darkness.
I kept encountering great moments: Scott Domingoes helping Mia Ventola with math in Team Palmer’s area; Tom Scala, Kyle Rourke, Dexter Hanson, and Paul Ritchie “working” in the library, willing to let me sit down with them and banter; Eli Ettinger smiling as he prepared to sit and get his work done; TJ Palmer and Alicia Wingard talking shop; Raylene Davis sitting at her table quietly and heroically taking care of all of the things that clear the way for teachers and students to do what they do.
A week from tomorrow I get on a plane for a four-stop visit to Asia that will bring me back just prior to Thanksgiving. I’m sure it will be a productive trip. In the meantime, I’m going to capture every moment I can in situ – watching kids and adults do the real work of the school. Perhaps in so doing I’ll sleep a bit better on the flight.