Who We Are

Lit and the Land, Spring 2017

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My name is Kofi Ansong, and I am a four-year senior from Manchester, CT. For as longas I can remember, I have been captivated by the forested landscape of New England. When Iwas younger, my mom would take me to a pond a few miles from my house, and for hours Iwould observe, stilled and awed by the floating ducks, the earthy smells and the overallmystique of wildlife. Even now, when I try to read in the car, or throughout the day, a window willdistract me and I will stare outside at the land. At Exeter, I have interacted with the woodsmostly through running for the school’s cross-country team. However, as that phase of my lifecomes to its end, I am delighted to explore other ways of indulging in the outdoors.

 

Hello! I am Maya Blake. This year will be my fourth year at Exeter and the is spring willbe my last term here. I was born in Northern Virginia and grew up just 15 minutes outside ofWashington D.C. in the town of Falls Church, Virginia. When I was younger I spent a lot of timeswith my cousins, especially my older cousin, biking around our grandparent’s neighborhoodduring the summertime. We knew the wooded forests so well that we could walk through themblindfolded and for almost my entire life those forests have brought me some of my bestfamilial memories.My own home is set on acres of thick forest as well. My father nurtures the land quitelovingly, tending to his gardens and keeping the grass looking very well kept. Some nights heeven stands on the patio howling with the owls that have made a home in a tree in our frontyard. This piece of land, just like my grandparent’s neighborhood, is very familiar to me. I takethe same path on my runs each day retracing my earlier steps over and over again. Sometimes Iwill stumble upon a fallen branch that cuts the trail in half or a posse of chipmunks that willquickly zip around my feet. On one special day, a deer came out of the trees and for a splitsecond it felt like it was meaning to run right beside me.These specific pieces of land mean so much to me and when I am on them I feel as closeto being myself as I have ever felt. I am excited to take literature and the land so I can expandon why I connect to those landscapes as strongly as I do.

 

Hello, everybody! My name is Athena, and I’ve essentially grown up inNew Jersey for my entire life (with the exception of a portion of a year when I was roughly four, when I lived with my grandparents in the urban and crowded city of Nanjing, China). Up until the age of 6, I lived in Highland Park, in an apartment within walking distance from the state college my father worked at. It was classified as a borough, and was relatively industrial and bland. Not quite as exciting as a city, yet also had very few non-manmade nature spots. There was a little downtown of restaurants and shops, a few apartment complexes and schools, but the most natural thing I did would be playing in a playground and digging up wood chips.I was sent to camp several summers throughout elementary school, in more rural, mountainous places in Pennsylvania. Here, I would do artwork,prepare bonfires, and camp under the night stars with my friends. I would return from each camp session smiling and covered in mosquito bites; I like to trace my interest in the outdoors back to those times in my life.During this time, I also moved to Edison, a suburb of around 100,000people. There was a golf course behind my house, a pond down the street, and enough room for gardens and plants. I wouldn’t call Edison incredibly outdoorsy,but now there were walking paths through nearby woods and such. It was a lot better than before.I truly hit the peak of my outdoor career in the Mountain School of MiltonAcademy, where I spent the majority of my time outside, working on a mountain farm in the small village of Vershire, Vermont. I hiked through the woods,chopped down trees, raised animals, and even spent four days, completely alone,in the White Mountains. This solo was considered a sort of “final.” We had a whole day called Farm Day, planting potatoes and crops. It was truly amazing to be able to just take two steps outside, and immediately be so immersed in nature.So, even though Edison is my cultural home, one I associate with comfort and love and my mother’s cooking, I would say I had a strong connection to Vershire, Vermont. Surrounded by nature and such a different lifestyle, where I could finally observe the beauty of the world around me, gave me life lessons that other places never could.

 

Hi! My name is Caroline Grace, and I am a four-year senior from South Kingston,Rhode Island. After I completed second grade, my parents withdrew my sister and I from school, with the aspiration of showing us the world from a perspective many do not experience. We delve into a classical curriculum, rich with history, writing, literature,and Latin. Every year, after studying a certain time period of history, my mom, my sister, and I ventured into areas of the world where that period of history had happened.We traveled to the moss-enveloped peat bogs of Ireland accompanied by legions of sheep to the tips of Peruvian mountains where we shared boiled guinea pig with native women between purple wisps of quinoa plants. Then, it would be back to our little seaside community in Rhode Island for the summer. There, each sweltering Wednesday inAugust, I biked to my friend Emma’s house with a backpack full of shovels, cardboard flower planters, and a lockable cash register filled with a one-dollar billeverything we needed for our latest venture. We had decided to sell something really special: mud pies.We placed them on sale for 25¢, and for an extra nickel we offered a pie garnished with a purple clover flower. Yep, we were dirt entrepreneurs. All so we could buy candy.In seventh grade, my family decided our next adventure would be on an old farm in Woodstock, Vermont. In a current-colored barn surrounded by birch trees, lived the new members of our familytwo miniature donkeys, three sweet Blue Leicester sheep,two rescue horses, and sixteen pampered chickens.Nowadays, we are back in Rhode Island, in a forested nook far from the marshes and sand. And still, this fascination with dirt and culture seem to follow me. In the summers, I don stained jeans and my faded purple mud boots to muck rescue horse stalls.I enjoy pushing wheelbarrows of manure through muddy paddocks, for it is a chance to work my muscles rather than just my mind.To me, the different landscapes of my life are spaces of time and culture where beautythe littlest the things the eye and senses wander uponwait to be noticed,appreciated, and remembered.

 

Hi I’m SP Agata a four-year senior from Raleigh, North Carolina. Despite living in the capital, and only fifteen minutes from the city, of the state, my house is located essentially in the middle . The sharp left turn off a very narrow two way street into my community displays its past. Where I live now was an old horse farm that was inhabited by a mixture of open land,dense woods, and a small lake. With the mix of terrains, I have become familiar with animals from snakes and wolves to fish and frogs, but I think a description of a landscape I find to be home would be incomplete without the beach. Having grown up in the piedmont region ofNorth Carolina, I was only a short hour and fifteen-minute drive from the beautiful blue beaches of Wilmington, North Carolina. My frequent trips to the beach slowly started tying me closer to Wrightsville Beach’s light colored sand that has distinctly soft grains; as well as its warm, and what became comforting crisp blue waters. As someone who enjoys waking up to a serene environment, the numerous mornings that I was greeted with the sound of the flag behind our house flapping in the slightly salty sea breeze, as well as the sight of a long wooden dock extended into the sapphire ocean brings are my most blissful times. The two landscapes that I was fortunate enough to be a part of growing up are a big part of my personality, and the slight contrast in scenery has created a unique balance in my life.

 

Hey, everyone! I’m Alex, a four-year senior from North Hampton, NH. I was born in Massachusetts, and lived in Haverhill for the first six years of my life. My family’s house onWharf Lane was surrounded by a nice array of trees and some open fields, situated seconds away from a local farm. In our backyard, we had a small, natural pond where snapping turtles would always be seen roaming around. My sisters and I took turns playing “chicken” with the turtle,seeing who would be brave enough to get closest. Each weekend, my two sisters and I would beg our parents to walk us to Kimball Farm so we could feed the llamas and stop by the farm stand.When we would return home, the row of trees became our playground: we built forts between them, played hide-and-seek and were always willing to be outside.We then moved to North Hampton, NH, a small seacoast town about 15 minutes away fromExeter. Though we did not have llamas or snapping turtles at this house, there was no shortage of outdoor playtime. Our house is approximately five miles from the beach, so we would spend the spring, summer and autumn taking bike rides along the coast. In the winter, our 2000 ChevySuburban would lug its way to the White Mountain region and we would go skiing for a couple days.
The two places I have lived have been in areas with easy accessibility to the outdoor landscape, allowing me to easily connect and interact with the environment around me. I am looking forward to this course as being yet another outlet and opportunity in which I can steal some time outside!
Greetings. I’m Garrett Pitt, a four-year senior at Phillips Exeter Academy. I grew up in Laconia, NH, a city situated in the heart of the Lakes Region. Nature has always been an important part of my life. In Laconia, I was surrounded by lakes, forests, and mountains every day. I’d walk home from elementary school on a wooded trail, swim and explore with friends along the lakefronts on weekends, and go on family hikes in the southern range of the White Mountains. Being able to walk into my backyard and read a book under an oak tree was something I took for granted.Over the years, my appreciation for the environment that I’ve lived in has grown. At Exeter,I was introduced to trail and mountain running which have become my passions as well as the most powerful and intimate ways I feel connected with nature. Whether on the Academy trails, Fort Rock,or an entirely new mountain, I feel at home when I’m running alone, surrounded by the natural landscape. I also enjoy hiking and any outdoors activity, and every summer I camp in Pawtuckaway State Park with teammates from the cross country team.

 

 

My name is Tamer Sullivan. I am a four year senior from Ipswich, MA, and I love to play outside!My terrain is similar to Exeter’s. Numerous brooks and streams run through thin forests. The next door neighbors have a small barn and stable where they used to keep horses. A three minute walk down the street reveals Nichols Field: ten acres of meadow, trails, salt marsh, and forest. I help to maintain the trails during the summer by removing small plants that grow into the path. At home, I would help my dad clear fallen trees. During the summers, my family goes up to an old fishing cabin in Northeast Carry, Maine. There is always work to be done up there,such as dock repair, path care, and ‘pest’ control. So, my experience with nature has always leaned towards upkeep. Also, I have always felt drawn to the sea. It must be my Newfoundland blood. Right on the other side of Nichols Field lies the Ipswich River. The river leads right to the ocean. With a near perfect setting, my dad and I have fished for many hours while observingCape Ann and Crane’s Beach. More recently, I have become very interested in camping and hiking. Through that, I have deepened my understanding of why nature is so important. It’s not something that I can put into words, but rather a feeling or notion. Through this course, I hope to be able to express and expand that feeling.

 

 

Hi! My name is Lucas Webb and I am a four-year senior from Durham NH. The outdoors isn’t a part of my life, my life revolves around the outdoors. When I ask my friends from my neighborhood to do something, being outside is implied. Almost everything I did for fun when I was younger involved being outside. My friends and I would build forts in our backyards and bike around the UNH campus until dark. As we grew older we started to venture further from home into the surrounding woods. We found a patch of preserved UNH land, the RayMacDonald lot, and have called it our own ever since. From building a treehouse and a log cabin to waking up early from our tent and cooking breakfast on an open fire, our patch of woods it what sustains us. Away from everything and everybody else, it is ours. In the winter we lug our heavy downhill skis across the river in search of fresh tracks and build igloos to relaxin. I can’t imagine my life without the outdoors and am thankful for growing up where I have.

 

Hi! My name is Grace Williams and I am a four year senior from Beaver Creek, Colorado. My parents moved our family from a suburb of Boston, called Weston, Massachusetts, out west. I am an avid skier and ski racer, so I would spend over 6 months of the year outside, experiencing the worst of nature, the cold. I learned a love for the outdoors from my parents. They are avid skiers, bikers, hikers, and adventurers. My father, in his years away from the suburbs, in the mountains, became a mountain man. He transformed from a clean shaven black haired man in a suit to a man covered in freckles, pants rarely seen not covered in mud, whose stubble now grew in white to match the mat of white grey hair under his bike helmet. If you have a mountain man as a father, how can you not become a mountain gal? His love for exploration of the natural world through adventure rubbed off on me. I’m a mountain girl who loves the freezing of snow, the messy part of the spring, and the dense heat of summer.

 

Hi! I’m Elizabeth Yang, a four year senior from Stratham, NH. Though I’ve lived in New Hampshire since I was ten, I was born in San Francisco, California. I grew up in a neighborhood called Midtown Terrace, sometimes described as “country living in the heart of San Francisco.” A fence (with an easy to open door) was the only thing that kept Sutro’s forest, a stretch of eucalyptus trees, from spilling into my backyard. I spent much of my early years playing in that forest, or scaling Twin Peaks nearby. My dad loved the outdoors, so often he would wake my family up very early in the morning to make the four hour drive to Lake Tahoe or Yosemite National Park. So many of my summer nights were spent in tents, listening to the sounds of the forest nearby and thinking about the waterfall that had been scaled during the day.

It was easy, then, for me to adjust to New Hampshire. Accompanied by my dog, I explored every nook and cranny of our property. The farm (and conservation land) located right next to our house brought all sorts of animals to us, turkeys, wildcats, deer, and rabbits. During the summer, my dad still dragged us up to hike, tackling both the White Mountains and all the trails nearby as well.

 Then I spent a summer on the Northern Cheyenne Indian Reservation, and I was completely blown away by the beauty of the stark openness of Lame Deer, Montana. Time stood still there, and the world felt big and small at the same time. I had been exploring nature my whole life but had never been truly immersed in it the way I was then. I hope that through this class I can sink into nature once more, because I know that if I am, I’ll start writing and will never be able to stop.

 

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Hey, I’m August, a three-year senior at Phillips Exeter Academy. I was born in Monroe,Washington, on a horse-farm half an hour outside of Seattle. I cherish my formative years in this idyllic setting. I’d wander rolling pastures of Alfalfa and the nearby forty-acre woods, where I’d build forts and dig pit traps. Afternoon would turn to rain, dissolving land and sky like a wet watercolor as the day darkened. People are made of places, and from a young age, I have held a deep reverence for rich natural environments.

When my family moved to Exeter, England in 2007, I lost the farm. But I had just begun toexperience a new natural landscape of hedgerows, bogs, and tors. Before our jetlag had worn off,my family had logged twenty miles along worn Devonian paths. We continued in a similar vein ayear later, when we hiked two hundred miles across England, from Saint Bees to Robin Hood’sBay. This hiking took a turn for the competitive in 2013, when I trained for and participated in anovernight 55-mile competitive orienteering exercise across Dartmoor. I learned how to navigatethe sodden landscape by reading contours, spotting erratics, and following bearings. Beyond theorienteering exercise, knowing how to navigate a wild place has given me confidence to wanderfarther than ever before.
‘Literature and the Land’ promises to help frame my wanderings and wonderings, giving them greater shape and focus. I look forward to more time outdoors watching the seasons slowly turn over and going for long hikes should hopefully help to draw out my final term at Exeter!
Hey! My name is Abhijay and I am a four year here at Exeter. I grew up in a pretty typical NewEngland suburban town and the way things work up here is that a lot of suburbs and neighborhoods are carved straight out of a forest. The area I grew up in is especially woody, with long running trails and these really beautiful natural lakes. The town is very peaceful and safe, so kids are out and about all the time, and to add onto that, just about every house in the neighborhood has a large open backyard.However, I lived exceptionally deep into suburbia, so I only have a few kids my age in the neighborhood,but we’re all really close.
So as you can imagine, a lot of my childhood was spent outside enjoying the nature surrounding me. Most school days I’d head directly to friends’ houses and we’d spend every single possible available minute of sunlight on our yards. Warm afternoons were spent chasing each other around, throwing frisbees around, hitting golf balls into the woods, riding our dirt bikes in the trails, or getting scraped up playing something on the asphalt. I’ve gotten lost in the woods more times than I can count, and have grass stained far too many pants (much to my mother’s dismay). I’ve spent a lot of time indoors and in classes, focusing on the more academic dimensions of my life. But I’ve always had a special place in my heart and in my life for the outdoors. There’s a certain freedom to get your blood running and energy expended. As cliche as it sounds, there’s something about outside in nature that lets you feel alive.
Hi! I’m Meghana, a fouryear senior at Exeter. When I’m not living on campus in Langdell Hall, I’m at home in St. Mary’s, Ohio—an incredibly small midwestern town. I grew upon country roads and corn fields. My relationship with nature started early when my family moved to a house in a remote area with a large expanse of grass and the forty-acre pond in the backyard. My grandfather took my brother and me canoeing in the pond, and sometimes we fished, too. One time, he even built us bows and arrows with fallen tree branches and string, and we would play with them in the woods behind our house.In recent years, I became interested in photography and began taking pictures of landscapes. At first, I was drawn to take photographs of the “obvious” beauty in nature, like flowers and sunny skies. As I continued, I was able to find meaning in other images; even if it was not physical beauty, there were moments, experiences, and stories buried within. I realized,and still find it intriguing, how surroundings and context can change the perception of something. Nature is like an art gallery without the little blurbs of text next to the masterpieces.Through Literature and the Land, I hope to explore the subtleties of nature and gain a greater appreciation for the outdoors, which seem to be taken for granted.
Hi there! My name is Veronica Galimberti and I’m a four year senior from Plaistow, NH. My connection with the outdoors began when I was very young, as I spent the first few years of my life in Minnesota, commonly known as the land of 10,000 lakes. My first memory ever is stepping on the lake nearest my house, which had been frozen over with a thick layer of ice.When I became older and my family moved to New Hampshire, I was introduced to new activities like hiking and skiing. I would spend weeks of the summer on Lake Winnepesake with my best friend tubing and kayaking. Because of these early childhood experiences and having grown up here in New England, the outdoors has always acted as a place of comfort and reminiscence. It is a place where I can think clearly and seemingly do anything.
Hi, I’m Ally, a four year senior from Arizona. I am a native, and the desert has always been my home. I appreciate cacti and sunshine more than you can imagine. I grew up in a little artist town called Tubac, just above the Mexican boarder. We lived on a ranch at the base of the Tumacacori mountains, with expansive fields to gallop our neighbors horses through. In the mornings, I’d wake at the crack of dawn to the sounds of the coyote pack that lived on our property howling, awaking their pack, and in the evenings I would sit out back with my parents and two older brothers to watch the reds and oranges of the Sonoran sunsets as they transformed into a twinkling array of constellations. Cacti and dessert creatures surrounded us,and this ranch become an exploration ground for my me and my brothers. With each day came a new desert adventure.Each summer I would visit my grandparents in Missouri, and spend hours swimming and fishing in the limestone quarry that lay on their property. At night my uncle would take us on a gator ride through the forest, flashlight in hand as we spotted the nocturnal creatures, and tried to name the different spiders.Growing up like this, I gained an appreciation for the landscape around me and today I still tend to find a comfort within. I spend as much time outdoors as I can. My favorite spot is still the trail by the powder house, overlooking the river and town of Exeter. It has been my peaceful escape from the stressful and busy life Exeter has been over the last four years. I have explored the woods as well, and some of my best memories consist of exploring the surrounding trails and coming upon the meadows in the beginning of spring, with the sun shining through the field of daisies. Nature is where I have found a sense of spirituality and happiness.
Hi, I’m Grace Mautz! I am a senior from Exeter, New Hampshire! I have grown up playing outdoors in my backyard with all of my neighbors. I was lucky enough to have friends my age on my block and a beaver pond behind my house. We spent hours in the summer running along the side of the dam catching frogs and looking for fish. In the winter we skated on the pond, setting up lights in the trees to illuminate the rink at night. We would bring hot chocolate and marshmallows out on the pond and make igloos with the snow we shoveled to clear the rink. Whether it be playing pirates in my tree house or building fairy houses against the oak trees, we always found a way to entertain ourselves outdoors.I have also attended an all girls camp in the summer since my sixth grade year. I leave my technology at home and spend time in the lake and the forests near by. My love for hiking and camping grew from camp because of the day and night hikes we took with small groups.I am excited to take this course, lit and the land, so I can continue to spend time outside and explore different genres of writing while incorporating nature into my pieces.
Hi, my name is Sammy Merrill. I’m a four year senior day student from Stratham, NH. My sister,Hannah, and I are the fourth generation on my family’s dairy farm. As kids, whenever we weren’t in school, we were outside helping our parents and grandparents at work. We helped our grandmother pull weeds and plant vegetables in the garden, tagged along with our grandfather as he milked the cows, and fed the baby calves with our mother. One of the things I loved to do best was skip alongside my mother and grandmother as they headed out to the pasture to check on the heifers. If the grass in one pasture was cropped short and sparse, we herded them along to the next.While I think a love for nature runs naturally in my blood, experiences like these made me come to appreciate it even more. I’ve always been curious about the earth and to this day spend much of my free time wandering my family’s 270 acres of fields and forest and marsh. I also love to paint and write, and I draw much of my inspiration from the land. Our farm is bordered on three sides by the Squamscott River and we have several marshes and creeks running throughout. This means we see an abundance of waterfowl in addition to the deer, coyotes, fox, and other wildlife which roam the property—and all of which feature in many of my works.I decided to take Literature and the Land because it covers a field which I am interested in pursuing.One of my goals is to find a way to combine my passions for English and nature to promote conservation and raise awareness about environmental issues. This course embodies that mission and more, so I am excited to begin working towards my goal.
Hi, my name is Evelynn and I’m a four-year senior at Phillips Exeter from Kingston, NH whereI’ve lived my whole life. My appreciation for nature grew as a result of my mother’s ‘sixo’clock’ rule, prohibiting all computer, phone, and television until 6:00 pm each night. With nothing else to do, my sibling and I took to the outdoors. We spent most of our time in my yard: climbing trees, digging up worms, pulling weeds, chasing butterflies, and crafting fairy crowns from daisies in the field. At the end of most days, my family would gather on the porch where I’d often be lulled to sleep by the peeper frogs in the marsh across the street.
Later, my mother created ‘family run’, which is exactly what it sounds plus some moaning and groaning from my siblings and I as she shook us awake in the early morning each weekend.While I desperately wanted to be back in my bed enjoying an extra hour or two of sleep, I realized there was something special about being awake before everyone else, before the hustle and bustle of morning traffic and the rumble of garbage trucks. At that moment, there was only the sound of inhales and exhales, the whistles of birds flitting through trees, and the pitter-patter of our footfalls, resonating loudly off the pavement in the quiet.
I often find that there is something meditative about being immersed in the wilderness – this termI’m excited to be both discussing nature and adventuring into it with a class of people who appreciate the land as much as I do.
Greetings. I’m Garrett Pitt, a four-year senior at Phillips Exeter Academy. I grew up in Laconia, NH, a city situated in the heart of the Lakes Region. Nature has always been an important part of my life. In Laconia, I was surrounded by lakes, forests, and mountains every day. I’d walk home from elementary school on a wooded trail, swim and explore with friends along the lakefronts on weekends, and go on family hikes in the southern range of the White Mountains. Being able to walk into my backyard and read a book under an oak tree was something I took for granted.Over the years, my appreciation for the environment that I’ve lived in has grown. At Exeter,I was introduced to trail and mountain running which have become my passions as well as the most powerful and intimate ways I feel connected with nature. Whether on the Academy trails, Fort Rock,or an entirely new mountain, I feel at home when I’m running alone, surrounded by the natural landscape. I also enjoy hiking and any outdoors activity, and every summer I camp in Pawtuckaway State Park with teammates from the cross country team.
Hi, my name is Francelis and I’m a four year senior in Wheelwright Hall. I was born in theDominican Republic, but I have lived in Lawrence, Massachusetts for most of my life. Growing up, my mother always wanted me to be with my family and experience my culture, so I would spend my summers in the D.R. I remember running around the backyard with my cousins and watering the plants I found in the garden. Rain was also something to get excited about. It didn’t rain often, but during those few days during the summer when it did, it would be cause for celebration. I would run out to play and dance in the rain until I was told to get back inside.Being on the island was great, as I was able to go to bodies of water ranging from rivers too oceans. In a beach called Salinas, I could dip my hand in the water and little pieces of salt would find themselves in my palm. I’ve always appreciated nature and I’ve always been curious about its many mysteries. In middle school, I went on hikes and we would stay in a camp called Merrow vista in NH for a couple of days. There, I was able to learn how to take care of the environment and appreciate it. Being in nature was always one of the things I looked forward to during the school year. Going kayaking and canoeing helped me see a whole new ecosystem thatI was rarely exposed to which was great. Having experienced these things motivated me to find ways for us to take care of our surroundings and be aware of the damage our choices might have on them.
Big green house.
Five acres of land.
Born and raised 
In the palm of her hand.
Hi, I’m Emma and I’m a four-year senior at the Academy. Just as my poem suggests, I grew up in an old, green farmhouse in the historic district of Kingston, NH. Born and raised on a plot of land boxed in by a country road and a neighboring farmhouse on one side, and forest and a tributary of the Exeter River on the other, I cannot remember a summer that I did not spend exploring the outdoors. My friends and I wrangled frogs from holes in the ancient stone walls that lined our properties. We baked mud pies in our tree houses. We tossed sticks over the side of the bridge by my house, betting on whose would appear on the other side first (we stole this idea from Winnie the Pooh’s “Pooh Sticks,” but don’t tell anyone). As I grew older, walks in the woods to the abandoned firetruck on my neighbors property morphed into hikes to the top of Mountains named after Presidents. Kayak paddles in our pond evolved into 6am rows in a single scull on the Lamprey River. Tag games in my backyard matured into runs through my rural neighborhood. Tree climbing “expeditions” became rock climbing expeditions. My experiences in outdoors grew and evolved with me.Although, when I think of some of the most defining moments of my childhood, my mind is immediately drawn to my travels west. My family and I have had the opportunity to travel west more than a few times. The big skies of Montana, the snow capped peaks of Colorado, and the painted walls of Utah call to me. My experiences in the West inspired journal entries that became meditations and actions that became habits. The landscape was beautiful, new,exciting. It eased my mind. I was so thankful to have experienced it, and I still am. But as much as I love the West, I believe that in my appreciation for the West’s impact on my life, I have forgotten the East.The landscape of the New England has always been around me. It is part of the broad, yet comfortable, cocoon that shaped me. I realize that I love the outdoors in all forms, including the one that I grew up in. That’s why I decided to take this class, to rediscover my appreciation for the beauty and grace of the Eastern outdoors. I can’t wait to get back out there, away from the hustle and bustle of Exeter, and experience it anew.
Hi! I’m Liam, and four year Senior in Wentworth Hall. My current home address is in the South End of Boston, but I grew up in Charlotte, NC and spend my summers onLong Island. My relationship with the outdoors is fairly broad. When I was younger,I spent a month out of every summer in the Tuxedo NC, at Falling Creek Camp, a boy’s camp devoted to spending time outside, whether it be rock climbing, paddling,or playing ultimate Frisbee. More recently, I spent three weeks in Alaska,backpacking, which was one of the greatest experiences of my life. If you ever intend to go in June, bring lots of socks; there still may be many feet of snow on the ground!A couple weeks ago I went camping up in Sutton NH, with a few buddies over the weekend. Despite sleeping in 17-degree weather, it was a great time to relax and getaway from school.Living on Long Island, my experience with nature is definitely more aquatic then terrestrial. I spend days anchored out in the bay, swimming, getting sunburn,and simply enjoying the air. I have a small inflatable with a Mercury 3.3 that I takeout. Although it can’t go very fast or far, I am still able to feel the salty wind blow across my face, stiffening my hair in place. I hope to study Biology and MarineBiology in the future.
Hey! My name is Soren. I’m in Browning House. I was born in Palo Alto, California which is thirty minutes south of San Francisco, the place I currently live. Palo Alto and San Francisco are known for being the forefront of the tech world. Both my parents work in tech and while my family does have connections to the world of electronics, we have always maintained a strong relationship with the environment.Lake Tahoe, a state designated nature reserve, on the border of Nevada and California became a home away from home for me. Skiing, hiking, swimming, and exploring around in Tahoe provided me a very different environment to grow up in. Unfortunately, the memories I made in Tahoe have been long forgotten in the time since we moved to San Francisco and I left forExeter. Yet, I still feel that strong connection to nature my parents instilled in me.I hope this term I can rekindle my relationship with nature. I look forward to taking part in my last English class at Exeter, but most of all I can’t wait to be back in nature. I’m ready to make the most of it.
Hi, my name is Alex Rothstein and I am a four year senior from Durham, NH. I have lived inDurham for 14 years now and don’t really remember growing up anywhere else. I only live 20minutes from campus so as far as climate goes, it is the same as Exeter. My favorite part about living in New Hampshire is that each season is (usually) exactly what it’s supposed to be. In the winter it snows, in the spring it rains, in the summer it’s hot, and in the fall the leaves turn amazing colors. Although the seasons may change, my three brothers and I have never stopped going outside and playing or doing whatever we can think of. My house is surrounded by woods that stretch out on almost every side. During the summer, each of my brothers and I invite lots of friends over and we combine to play one big game of manhunt. We would run through the woods, not thinking about how far we were going from the house, just as long as we could see a tiny little spot of light in the distance. There were some obstacles of course: the streams, the mud, the big trees, the roots, the thorns. All of these made the game more fun and we would always compare how many battle scars each of us had at the end of the night.My whole entire childhood consisted of the outdoors and I am excited to spend more time with nature during this class.

 

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