Where were you on September 11, 2001? Upper School students Tabitha Bell and Ty Cramer asked faculty to recall where they were and what they were doing when planes hit the twin towers of the World Trade Center at 8:45 a.m. in New York City. Although the events of September 11 are vividly remembered by our faculty and millions of Americans, current Waterford students have no memory of the day; our oldest students were one year of age when the attacks occurred.
Jackson Anderson ’17 was chosen by his peers to give an address at Waterford's Commencement ceremonies in Abravanel Hall.
The sunset bloomed like spilled ink on wet paper the evening she died.
The brightest copper-gold, a deep burgundy rose, orange like the fruit.
I remember looking out the window,
worrying and then not thinking at all,
just seeing the colors
like it was the first time they’d risen from the falling sky.
My mother cried from the neighboring room.
She’s dead, she said. Your grandmother’s dead.
A lighthouse keeper,
A foolish dream,
A trade of times past.
Yet the desire is as present
As the beacon in the night.
A light of comfort in purport,
It served only to frighten me.
The siren call of the tugboat
Haunts into my reveries.
Life sacrificed for a lighthouse,
What a folly thought.
Was the tale a parable,
Or did neurosis truly save
That which could give no thanks?
Rain and Chip
The jungle rippled below Gecko like a green civet’s fur in the wind. No one was in sight; it was just Gecko, the ocean of a jungle, and the bluebird sky. Not even a cloud.
A sense of being completely alone,
An attempt at isolating oneself,
Making man an island
In the only way short of witchcraft.
Hearing from the outside.
A low-quality hum among the din,
One peek into their isolation.
The cloying tease of a song
Putting you on the strained, uneasy fringe,
Halfway between their world and your own.
Stress. Stress always was, is, and will most likely be, part of my life. Stress. Arriving to school with a grumbling stomach and dark circles under your eyes. My whole life is made of stress. Academics, music, sports. I am like the Greek God Atlas, holding the weight of the world on my soldiers, the sky quickly aging me. Stress.
How to write a novel:
- Take a shower. Mull for forty-five minutes over the brilliant idea that’s been occupying your thoughts for the last two weeks. You know, the idea that’s kept you from getting any work done.
- Open a blank document. Stare at it until its gaping blankness consumes you.
- Check your email. Someone may have sent you an urgent message to which you must respond immediately.
This year, Waterford launched a 1:1 Bring Your Own Device (BYOD) program in our Middle and Upper Schools. Teachers and students alike have found Waterford's laptop initiative enhances the learning environment in meaningful ways. Waterford's 1:1 program has equipped teachers with new tools to more effectively teach today's tech-savvy students. At a recent Parent Association meeting, English Department Chair Casey O'Malley shared her experience with technology in the classroom.