Dear Class of 2012, Mr. Barbieri, Mr. Kilkeary, Mr. Kessler, Ms. Marliave, Mr. Roman, Mr. Sunderwirth and Mr. Reeb:
I thought that everything was turning for the worst. First the 7th grade leave for Cape Cod and the school just doesn’t feel the same, then the Yankees blow it, begin to self-destruct, and sink further and further into the dark pit of hopelessness; but now, after last night’s game, they resurrect, like Phoenix from the ashes, and that sense of hope, that feeling that once again all is right with the world, has returned—and to top it off, tomorrow, you will be back. We have missed you at Saint David’s.
May the remainder of your time on the Cape generate many lasting memories.
God speed for the journey home.
Thursday, October 21, 2010: New York
PS. This morning, the rich ruby color has returned to the previously sullen cheeks of one 4th floor English master. Yes, he breathes again ...
The trip to date has been splendid. All are healthy and happy. Also today, the sixth grade left for their overnight to Ramapo. All have arrived safely. They are settling in. Whether it's science, nature, journaling, drawing, and hiking on Cape Cod or leadership, high ropes, and group dynamic exercises in the tree tops of Rhinebeck, New York, Saint David's boys are exploring their world, their relationships, and most importantly, "themselves." Know Thyself.