Dear KES Family:
Dear KES Family:
I have many happy moments during each week, but on Saturday mornings, about 30 Primary, Grade 1 and 2 basketball players (called Little Dribblers) make me smile every time! They come to have fun with basketballs and learn the basics of shooting, passing, and dribbling (of course).
When our KES middle and high school students are not filling the pool or the gym, many others are. Lane swims and aqua fit classes start in the early morning and go until noon. On Sundays, for example, we would have up to a hundred children between 3 and 12 years old taking Red Cross swim courses. It is surprising for some to learn that the community of Windsor and West Hants can take everything from strength and conditioning lessons, basketball skills courses, and swimming instruction pretty much every day of the week at KES. It is also inspiring to see our alumnae enjoying our campus facilities too, including Class of 1953 graduate Ruth (Creighton) Taylor!
Our examination period is almost over and students are beginning to make their way home for the holidays. It has been a most memorable and successful term. Wasn’t it just last week when we hosted the Terry Fox Run? Was Remembrance Day really over a month ago? Can it be that the final notes and verses of Chicago have been replaced by Christmas Carols already?
Time passes and, as usual, I am amazed by all that goes on at our School. A well-deserved holiday is due for all. I hope that everyone in this magical extended family of ours has the merriest of Christmases and the happiest of New Years.
Dear KES Family:
Fast forward to this week. By courier, I received a really cool book entitled Launch from a uniform supply company. This is a $33 book (before tax) and with shipping represents a significant expenditure.
I also returned to my office one day and discovered I had been given a funky blue chair. It looks a little bit like a blue mushroom. It is valued at about $300 and is supposed to be really good for one’s posture as well as for fidgety students (or Headmasters?) as it swivels, compresses, and wobbles a bit.
I am waiting for the follow-up phone calls and emails from both the uniform and furniture supplier. They are coming for sure. Obviously, I cannot give back the Caramilk bar I ate, but in fairness I did actively reach into the vendor’s candy bowl and scoop it out. Maybe I owe them something? However, what do I do about the book and the chair that are in my office? I never asked for them. Do I owe them something? Are they mine to keep? Do I spend money to ship them back?
The book is a curiosity because it came from a uniform supplier but is not an article of clothing. The chair is from a specialist educational supply company. Does that make a difference? Are these bribes or samples? Or, are they “baubles”: something shiny and attractive designed to get my attention?
I am not looking for a new uniform supplier nor am I in need of new chairs right now, but if I was would I owe these vendors my business? I wrestle with these issues because, well, ethics are important and how I act reflects upon the School and our core values.
There is no doubt that we are all faced with these issues every day. How many of us use a store or coffee shop washroom and feel compelled to purchase something, or try a food sample in Costco with no intention of purchasing the product? The funny thing is that I cannot even remember which vendor I took the mini Caramilk bar from. Maybe not the best sales tactic after all!
Dear KES Family:
Dear KES Family:
With the turf field brightly lit, the evening snack after prep is better attended. Girls and boys from the satellite houses around the field (Buckle, Vincent, and Vair McLellan) are more likely to make their way to the Dining Hall to join their friends. Although we have street and path lights, the reality is that without the turf’s stadium lights, the walk is darker, the shadows deeper, the trek more intimidating.
Last night after prep, 22 students joined me and Mr. Foley to play touch rugby under the lights. It was glorious fun. Playing with us were not only boys and girls, boarders and day students, but a parade of nationalities: Canada, Ireland, South Africa, China, Japan, Finland, and Mexico. Feeling a bit like rugby stars under the lights, we played until call-up for “lights out”. While we were playing, a single female student ran around the track circling us again and again for the better part of an hour. I marvelled at her, but it was my wife Belinda who remarked how, without the lights and perhaps without us playing on the field as well, it is unlikely this girl would have felt safe running alone in the dark.
The American poet, Robert Frost, once described the nighttime forest as being “lovely, dark, and deep”. However, this is a rare observation. Being scared of the dark is much more common. Scores of writers from Edgar Allan Poe to Shakespeare to Anne Frank (as a teenage girl she wrote how a ‘candle can defy and define the darkness’) have described the night or darkness as anything but lovely.
Our LED stadium lights are the first of their kind in Atlantic Canada. They are absolutely incredible, shining a shadow-less light that is direct and does not bounce or wash across the Town of Windsor and the residential areas adjacent to the School. They use so little electricity that they operate for under $5 an hour. Despite being higher than our tallest tree on campus, they have withstood everything Mother Nature and Hurricane Dorian have thrown at them in the last year.
My appreciation for these lights is growing daily. Their benefits are beyond what first meets the eye.
Dear KES Family:
Life is different for children now. That freedom I enjoyed is long gone. Or is it? Being just outside of a small town, surrounded by farms and forest, and blessed with wonderful facilities, I see our students happily discovering the joys of “going outside to play”. I thought it was a lost art, but I see so much evidence of unstructured fun and the obvious conclusion is that unstructured play is natural and supervised structured play is not play at all. It is unnatural.
If you could see the fun created outside during break, or lunchtime, or that wonderful hour after supper and before prep, you would understand what I mean. Skateboards and bicycles come out, swing sets squeak their timeless tune, balls are kicked or thrown, children run and roll (it always amazes me how our younger students will lie down and roll around on the turf field!) and laugh and squeal. We provide frisbees and spike ball sets, soccer balls and footballs, etc, but we don’t structure the play, and we don’t force anyone to leave their room. We provide the time and space and equipment and simply ask that it be respected.
Although it is “indoors” the same could be said of the gym, or of Mr. Smith’s music room or our new recording studio, where many a free hour is also spent in creative musical play. (I believe that playing a musical instrument is very athletic and healthy – for all sorts of reasons, of course.)
It has been said that this young generation has been sheltered, forced to grow up too fast, and incapable of unstructured play. What I have marvelled at this week are the many positive and impressive signs of youthful wellness. I am seeing healthy play and healthy relationships. I am also seeing true empathy and respect towards others (something definitely missing from my childhood where every joke was at the expense of someone different from me and my friends).
In the photos below, I hope you can catch a glimpse of the joy of childhood I see every day.
Dear KES Family:
Yesterday afternoon our sports programme was in full swing. Soccer, tennis, cross-country…everyone was outside getting exercise. Our hockey teams were introduced to “Front Hill” and the joys of Shauna Forsyth’s(our strength and conditioning coach) killer workout! I was thrilled to see the boys and girls working so hard together before they start skating on the ice next Monday. When their exercise programme finished, I went up to see what our soccer and cross-country teams were up to. I was confused when later on I saw our Head Girl, Ava Benedict, working out with the cross-country team. She was participating fully in the team’s sprint drills and making friends with all the new athletes around her. Now Ava has been on the hockey team for years, and so I asked her if she had joined cross-country. “No”, she said with a laugh. “I am as excited as ever for hockey, but we were finished our session and I thought I would do some more training with Mr. Hadley and his cross-country team.”
In a world where people will walk by a set of stairs to take the elevator to their gym class, or will drive in circles to find the closest parking spot to their yoga studio, it is refreshing to see such an enthusiastic and humble example of health. In Chapel on Thursday, Reverend Curry introduced the students to the concept of metanoia. It is a powerful Greek term which literally means “after / mind” and is often interpreted as a changing of one’s mind or repentance. In a King’s-Edgehill School context, I have to think that it literally means a transformative changing of one’s mind: that children who may instinctively think of their desires first may start to take an interest in the world and the needs of others, or that students who have spent their lives avoiding chores and work (like emptying the dishwasher maybe?) will happily do what needs to be done, or that teenagers whose first words may typically have been negative or pessimistic may find themselves more optimistic about life and complimentary of others. Making the choice to attend King’s-Edgehill is a powerful statement. Learning is far more than memorization. Whether in Chapel or in class, in the dorm or on one’s team or club, learning entails personal reflection and growth. Real learning means more than passing tests or achieving good SAT or IELTS scores, it means changing one’s opinion and set of assumptions about life and oneself. It can literally mean changing one’s mind.
Dear KES Family:
When the media calls for an interview I get nervous. When it is the Globe and Mail calling with regards to a special report on Private Schools, a big part of me wants to hide. The reporter/writer, Saira Peesker, is interested in environmental education and the climate crisis. She wanted to speak with staff and students. Our KES Green Team is led by Mr. Ryan Alguire, and he coordinated Saira’s interviews with Mr. Bouwman, Grade 11 student Katie Goddard, and himself.
As Saira was in Ontario, our interviews were all on the phone. Although I found it very disconcerting hearing her tap away on her keyboard as we spoke (I thought all reporters recorded interviews digitally nowadays?), she was very engaging and personable and knowledgeable.
There is no doubt that with regards to the environment, we do a lot to educate, create awareness and modify behaviour, but as a school we have a huge carbon footprint. Gone are the days when the only school building with heat in the winter time was the Dining Hall. Now we have hundreds of thousands of square feet to heat, 30 acres of grass to mow, and students travelling all over the world just to get here and then again to participate in our different programmes. We all want fresh fruit and vegetables when they are out of season and avocados for our guacamole. The sixty-mile meal is theoretically possible throughout the school year, but if we were rigid with our implementation, I suspect that food complaints would sky rocket and the local restaurants would be delivering far more pizza and Chinese food than they already do.
It is very hard to avoid single-use plastics and so much has a carbon footprint: travelling to Science Fair Nationals, or a Robotics tournament, or a Track and Field meet. A single Google search uses enough power to light a lamp for 17 seconds.
Needless to say, I went into the interview feeling “guilty as charged”.
To my surprise the interview went well. To start with, we were the only one of ten schools that Saira had contacted who agreed to be interviewed. Secondly, we were the only private school she had found who participated in the Climate Strike on May 24th. She also was very complimentary (reporters pay compliments now?) about the initiatives we have ongoing at our School, the capital investments we have made to reduce our footprint and purchase blue boxes and the like, and the prizes we have won for environmental videos and posters, etc.
I am used to reporters who are adversarial. Too often I have felt like a prisoner suffering through an inquisition being prepared for sentencing. Perhaps though, when it comes to Mother Nature, we all need to be on the same team. Every positive action, no matter how small, helps.
Dear KES Family:
I wish it resonated more with the older generation. It bothers me to no end that hate crimes are on the rise across North America and around the globe. The opposite should be true. We should be learning from the mistakes of previous generations and moving towards a greater understanding, appreciation, and respect for our differences.
Yesterday we had two young male students visit our School. As is my custom, I met formally with each one at the end of the day in my office. Both boys had thoroughly enjoyed their visit. The first thing that each one remarked upon was how friendly and welcoming everyone was. Their reception here both surprised and pleased them. This is a familiar response and it warms my heart. Although I dislike the outside perception that being a private school we must be snooty and self-righteous, I love that time and time again visitors remark upon the warmth of our student body.
In his address to the graduating class last week, alumnus Jim Mullan (Class of 1999) talked about the strength of the friendships created at KES and how important it is to own the decisions (good ones and bad ones) that we make in life. At one point he mentioned how much he dislikes the phrase “when you get out into the real world”, because life is very real at King’s-Edgehill. Unfortunately, we all know what he meant. In many ways we have a school community that shares “one heart, one love”. As I hear the huge cheers for our athletes like David McCurdy (a new Grade 12 student who won the Senior School Good Sport Award at the Athletic Banquet), and as I hear the applause for graduate Lindsay Hogan (first time performing at a Coffee House!) and Joelle Gordon (Grade 10) and all our performers on stage, I realize that this is a school that is genuinely caring and supportive.
I was almost finished this newsletter when I was scheduled to meet with another boy who had spent the day visiting the School. Partially to prove a point to myself, my first question to him was whether he was surprised by anything he saw today. His immediate reply?
“I was surprised to see how kind the students and teachers are.”
We are not perfect. We definitely have our teachable moments. But let me leave you with this image: when the Senior Boys Rugby Team lost its final game on Tuesday, extinguishing any hopes of competing at the provincial championships, I took one final look at the other team’s field as we left. Our side of the pitch was pristine. The bench was upright and the grass was clean and neat around it. The other team’s bench was lying on its side surrounded by dozens of water and Gatorade bottles and tape balls and garbage.
I love it when our graduates receive fabulous offers and scholarships for university, but I am most proud of our little moments of goodness, and of kindness and respect shown to others.