The End of Another Semester
The weather is cold, damp, and grey - it’s definitely time to leave the Himalayan foothills for warmer climes. [more]
The weather is cold, damp, and grey - it’s definitely time to leave the Himalayan foothills for warmer climes. [more]
Yesterday morning I woke early to make coffee for our guest, out-of-boarding SAGE student Laura, before her 8 am exam. The sun had not yet risen when we came downstairs. I peered out the windows. “What’s that white stuff on the trees?” I wondered. “Frost? Is it that cold?” [more]
When I attended Woodstock School, I never saw Hindi movies. [more]
When I attended Woodstock (1977-1981), communication from and within India was fraught with difficulty. Letters to foreign countries - even in Asia - took weeks. Packages arrived damaged, or not at all. (Nowadays, Indian mail is more reliable than Italian.) [more]
Someone who has never attended Woodstock School may legitimately wonder why anyone would wish to send their child there. [more]
So my daughter will be going to Woodstock School. Given my obvious enthusiasm for the place, you may assume that I’m ecstatically happy about this - and I am. But there is also plenty of room for doubts and worries and sorrow. So what do I do with feelings like these? What I always do: write about it! <wry grin>
First, there’s the practical side: we have a lot to do to get ready. So, for the benefit of other current and future Woodstock parents, I figured I might as well blog about that. [more]
…if there is any place in the world that I truly call home, it’s there - on a beautiful campus tucked away in the foothills of the Himalayas, far from the world and all its troubles.
Or so I thought… [more]
This year is the 20th anniversary of my graduation from an international boarding school called Woodstock School, located in the foothills of the Himalayas in India. [more]
image: detail of installation by Bronwyn Lace