Woolman Blog

Robyn Bakas, student Fall 2012
September 10, 2012

The following piece is another response to the Peace Studies teacher, Emily Zionts' chapter on education practices that do/don't support youth:

When I first read this paper, I found it personally, completely relate-able! The first thing that I found really interesting is when Emily mentioned on page one in the second paragraph that much of Public Education is teaching to the test and not to the student. In my school back at home, we have to take a test called TCAP. It’s a standard test that everyone has to take up until ninth grade. Because my school is a lot smaller and has different philosophies other than teaching to the test, we were facing a really big pressure to raise our test scores or be shut down. Jeffco Open (my school at home) feels like a safe place to me, and if it didn't exist I wouldn't have the resources that I have now.

We felt so much pressure in the past year to take classes that weren't exactly fun for the student or the teacher, just so we could prepare for the test. There is more to education than this! My school at home teaches us how to prepare ourselves for the real world outside of high school, and how to make a change in what we’re doing. I found a line in this article that said, “the pressure of meeting goals of high stakes testing has left little room for learning about civic responsibility, social action, environmental sustainability...” which I feel like my school has always been about… until the past few years. We have started to give up our specialized teaching just to prove that the students are learning the things that the government feels necessary. 

The next thing I found interesting was that on page 6, in the first paragraph was that “for youth…boredom can be a major factor leading to bad behaviors...” I grew up in a very small town just outside of Denver. Because it was so small, it didn't offer many opportunities for teens to have jobs, hang out somewhere safe, or be heard. As a lot of the kids started to reach high school, they turned to doing drugs and having parties to have fun. If you were not academically focused in high school, you most likely were doing drugs. I feel that a lot of small towns also feel this pressure of how to positively use teens and youths voices.  I think it should really be important to have more opportunities for the youth to step forward in the community, and be active. If there was a place where youth thought they were important, fewer would fall into peer pressure and cause negative actions.

I think that education is a really important aspect of life and it can help you do wonderful things, but if it is not being taught the right way, it will not be able to.

Lucy Labadie, Spring '12 Student
September 2, 2012

 

 

I believe that human welfare depends on how well we care for our soil and the subsequent quality of the foods we consume that are grown out of it. “We are as healthy as our soil” is the way James Stark of the Regenerative Design Institute put it. In the words of Eliot Coleman, “in the best agrarian tradition the fertility of that crucial soil factor is not a function of purchased industrial products. It evolves from intelligent human interaction with the living processes of the earth itself”.

After the Food Intensive week I am left feeling exhausted and exhilarated. The recognition of food miles has been driven into me, having visited a handful of the farms and factories that provide most of the fruit and vegetables that our nation consumes. 3000 miles away, only 3 days after harvesting – yes, that avocado and those Driscoll berries you find midwinter on the East Coast in your supermarket or co-op. It is astounding. While located in California’s Central Valley, I could not help but feel pampered and confused to have access to such a diverse palette of fruits and foods. There are hardly seasons in this region, and produce is grown year-round. Central Valley and the other fertile expanses of California can only be called vast. I wonder then if this food can be called local. This state is huge, this country, even more immense. I think that eating local is the greatest challenge of our time.

What does local even mean? Of all the places we visited, each person carried a different definition. It depends a lot on what inputs go into a farm, I’ve observed. We visited a place called Full Belly Farm that grows the grains to feed their livestock… yet their relationship goes even deeper. Their farming has a lot to do with careful observation of the intricate relationships among the life that exists there. For their chickens they soaked the grains over a few days and let them sprout before feeding them to the hens for easier digestion. They also have a grain mill and make breads and mead, too. At another part of their farm they cultivate long rows of flowers to attract native pollinators, and are home to so many that they have no need to keep bees. Insects become indicators of the health of the farm. The flowers are not only beautiful to sell at the farmer’s market but so crucial to the life of Fully Belly, which is a 300 acre certified organic farm that grows fruits and vegetables, and raises a variety of animals. I am so inspired by the careful observation and work they’ve done that is evident in the interconnectedness and diversity of their farm system. Luck sandwiches them in a bountiful valley with a yearlong growing season. It’s hard work, though, and worth appreciating.

Greg Terry, Spring '12 student
August 27, 2012

The food intensive is aptly named because it is very intense. There is no down time in the middle of the day, and every hour that we weren't driving we were being bombarded with information from people with all different perspectives on the American food system. One day we would visit someone who wholeheartedly believes that GMOs will save the world from all of its woes, and the next we would talk to someone who thought GMOs are pure evil. We were left to try to decide what we did and didn’t believe. Rather than telling us what was right and wrong, the trip presented up with lots of information that we had to decipher to develop our own opinions.

Full-Belly Farm is both a business and a site of experimentation. Students from UC Davis and UC Berkeley use the farm to do agricultural research, and the farm has done some research of its own. One of these research projects was to see how many native pollinators were living in the farm area. They found so many pollinators that they decided not to get beehives. Instead, they planted flowering hedgerows among the their crops to attract the native pollinators to the farm. I admire this innovation and their willingness to try new tactics in sustainability.

The destinations that stood out to me were The Regenerative Design Institute and Full-Belly Farm. The Regenerative Design Institute was so striking because it was so similar to the idea that I have had for a intentional community on California’s north coast. I found the institute very inspiring because it has achieved a working permaculture system with several different types of agriculture. They also teach permaculture in the summer, and since I live in the bay area I could easily attend their classes. The Regenerative Design Institute is a great jump-off point into the world of permaculture for me.

Sav Henderson, Spring 2012
August 23, 2012

            When I came to Woolman at the beginning with this semester, I regretted my choice almost as soon as I came onto campus. The staff kept repeating how intense the workload was, we were supposed to live in cramped cabins with complete strangers, I had to wear flip flops in the shower, I was practically force fed quinoa (what is quinoa, anyway?) and the students…oh God, the students. We were not suited to be friends, everyone was either too strange, or too uptight, or too annoying, or too distant, or too disagreeable, or just generally too 'out there,' to ever ever be my friends.

            I didn't know how to deal with my regret and anxiety, so I pretended to be excited. Perhaps a bit overexcited.

            I don't know if it was because the school started to calm down, or if I started coming out of my shell, or if I simply got to know the people around campus better, but before I knew it, I wasn't afraid of Woolman. I liked it. I loved it. The food was superb. Much better than anything I could have gotten at home. The campus was absolutely gorgeous. Huge, stunning oak forests, filled with hidden wonders like Ithaca and the Crystal Tree. I worked in the garden and learned how go grow plants (mostly weeds.) How to prune trees and plant an orchard. I spent hours running around the woods, enjoying the flowers, the ferns, the trees, dodging poison oak and chasing newts.

            I actually got lost in the woods twice over the course of this semester. The first time I was just hanging out in a meadow and accidentally missed all of my morning classes. The second time I was planning on sleeping in a debris shelter some friends and I had built, after not being able to find my way to the shelter or my way back to campus I spent the night in a meadow. I ended up spending an hour and a half that night trying to find my way back to campus, and just as long the next morning. But being lost, being alone never bothered me. I felt completely safe in Woolman's woods. It was a place that I loved, and that I had spent hours upon hours in. It was a safe place. I was at home.

            A semester went by. I got to know my classmates. I made friends. Really, really good friends. I stayed on top of my school work. I had fun in class. I loved what I was learning. I was so happy all the time. Now, the school is nearly over. I don't want to leave Woolman, but I feel prepared to graduate. I can't believe everything this school has given me. I've been to near half a dozen high schools, but none of them have been like Woolman. I don't need to be smart, or pretty or funny. I'll always have a place here. At Woolman, sometimes I can't believe how much we can get on each others nerves, or rub each other the wrong way,  but no matter how many arguments or fights we get into, I'll always feel at home. I genuinely love where I am and who I'm with.

            By the end of this semester, the rest of the students and I will be gone. So will most of the interns. And the spanish teacher, art teacher and math teacher. The head of school will probably leave next year. Woolman is going to be completely changed, and I'll be back in Chicago, and honestly I don't know if I'll ever be able to come back. But I'll never be truly gone.

 

Emily Zionts, Global Issues and Peace Studies Teacher
August 23, 2012

The following entry is from my Classroom Manifesto---a document that I present to and discuss with all of my students in the first week of class. Please share your thoughts below!

Classroom Manifesto

Education and Citizenship: Empowerment or Maintenance of the Status Quo?

What does it mean to be a citizen?

In our traditional public schools, many of us are taught that to be a citizen means to vote, volunteer, and give to charity. Of course, those acts are crucial to our society, but many believe that this is not enough. Those people argue that we should be empowering young people today with the skills to challenge injustices through political literacy. Political literacy means understanding the system of how decisions are made and ALSO understanding what you personally can do to influence and change those decisions.  Again, while volunteer work is absolutely an important way of giving to those in need--many people believe that those first types of citizenry only work to maintain the status quo--or keep the system in place.

Who does the "status quo" benefit? Who has the power to create change? Who should have the power?

Many think that by:

  • Teaching methods of activism
  • Teaching about current events that are relevant to our lives
  • Teaching young people to think critically about our culture, our government and or societal institutions and...
  • By including youth in our decision making processes

…we will ultimately give the power back to the people (vs. having the power lie only in the hands of the the politicians, the corporations, the privileged, etc.). Some people believe that when students are taught that citizen participation is purely about charity and volunteerism, the emphasis is shifted away from teaching skills that allow people to create real change. Others believe that the government should be working harder to do the things that charities work for—i.e. feeding the homeless. Do you agree?

What is the purpose of education?

Some believe that the purpose of education is to prepare the youth for a job. Others believe that the purpose of education is to "become more human" or in other words to help us to reach our full potential. By strengthening our multiple gifts (vs. only our academic skills), we can be more whole, and more able to contribute to the world in a way that makes us happy.

What do you believe?  

What do you think is the purpose of the education that you have received thus far in your life?

Paolo Freire was a very influential figure in educational theory. He worked with peasants in South America and wrote a lot about the power of education to lift people from oppression. He wrote:

"A humanizing education is the path through which men and women can become conscious about their presence in the world. The way they act and think when they develop all of their capacities, taking into consideration their needs, but also the needs and aspirations of others." (Freire and Frei Betto, 1985, 14-15)

In other words, he believed that education should encourage students to ask questions such as:

  • What sort of society do we live in?
  • What would it take for me to develop all of my talents and what would I use them for?
  • What kind of society and world do we want to live in for the future?
  • What can I and others do to change things and create that just future?

Paolo believed that students should, "come to see the world not as a static reality but as a reality in the process of transformation" (Freire, 1990:71).

This means that education is about questioning existing knowledge---in other words, learning to question answers instead of just answering questions. There are also four very important key points to the type of education that Freire promoted. They include:

  • Power Awareness- Knowing that society and history can be made and re-made by human action and by organized groups.
  • Critical Literacy: This is "questioning answers" bit. It means not always taking for truth what you read in a book, in the news, what you hear from your teacher or parents or politicians! Truth is complicated and it takes Critical Literacy skills to learn how to draw it out from multiple sources and multiple perspectives.
  • De-socialization: This is similar to "questioning your assumptions." It means challenging the values, attitudes, behaviors and beliefs of mass culture/society.
  • Self-Organization:  Taking part in AND initiating social change projects.

Did your education include any of those skills/lessons? Do you think it should have? What would our schools and countries look like if this was what school was about? What would be the negative effects?

Freire also believed very strongly that no true learning could occur unless the students were actively involved. He spoke a lot about what he called the "banking" method of education, which he believed stifled creativity and critical thought. In banking style classrooms, Freire wrote that:

"Education thus becomes an act of depositing, in which the students are depositories (bank) and the teacher is the depositor. Instead of communicating, the teacher lectures--intending to depositinformation into what is thought of as an empty account--by which the students are supposed to patiently receive, memorize, and repeat..."

In the banking style of education knowledge is thought to only be held by those who consider themselves knowledgeable (the so-called expert, the teacher) to those whom they consider to know nothing.

In a Freire-based classroom, students are thought to walk into the school with wisdom and knowledge that is unique and to be respected by all-including the teacher.  He coined the phrase "teacher/learner" because of his belief that because we are all living individual lives and have different ways of understanding-we all have something to teach each other.

 

In my classroom:

I believe... that we are all teacher/learners. Of course, there is a hierarchy present, but your participation in our class activities and discussion are absolutely crucial to the learning community for a successful education experience at Woolman.

I see myself... as a skilled facilitator--opening doors for young people to new possibilities for action, new visions for the future, and new understandings of the current world order.

I see you... as an inherently wise and experienced individual with a unique worldview that every single person in the classroom has the honor and the right to learn from.

I believe that the purpose of education is to make us more human and that means education that:

a.draws out our best attributes through learning new skills and new perspectives of the world

b. uses those skills and characteristics to create positive change for a more socially and environmentally just future

I believe that a side effect of “becoming more human” is that it puts us on a path towards finding a "right livelihood", work that is satisfying and is aligned with your moral convictions and vision for the world.

I agree wholly that ALL education is political, my classroom included. As Paolo Freire  (1987) once wrote:

"This is a great discovery, education is politics! When a teacher discovers that he or she is a politician too, the teacher has to ask, What kind of politics am I doing in the classroom? That is, in favor of whom am I being a teacher? All teachers work in favor of something and against something."

I believe that ALL education is biased. If a teacher is presenting something to you and they say it is "objective", I believe there is a hidden agenda. Even in the presentation of multiple perspectives on a single topic, there is bias in the fact that this topic was chosen over so many others.

In my classroom, I aim to be upfront with my agenda. This agenda is to both offer multiple sides to issues and also to present a perspective that I believe is missing from most mainstream classrooms. I want to empower you to respectfully disagree with this perspective at any point.  I will also push you to find facts/sources that support your opinions so that you can more strongly articulate yourself and either you will shift my perspective or we can agree to see things differently.

I believe that many education practices (NOT ALL) alienate students and promote an unhealthy level of competition with far less emphasis on skills for cooperation. This methodology is a cause and effect of our greater national and global systems which I believe are at the root of many of the social, political and environmental crises that we face today.

I also believe that some education practices are a form of "structural violence" and promote racism, sexism, militarism, and ethnocentrism.

I have great optimism for the future. I believe that if our education systems (both formal and informal) can empower people with the practical skills and self confidence for creating positive change from the inside out, then we can create a just and sustainable future where both natural and human worlds will not only SURVIVE, but THRIVE.

And the good news is that  the journey towards that future will BE CREATIVE, QUIRKY, BRilliaNT AND FUN!!!!

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Arief Fisher, Spring 2012
August 19, 2012

Dear Trees , Birds, and Meadows, 

            You are my home. You hold my spirit in your heartwood, springy dirt, and in the soft melodious notes of a blackbird, as it casts its song into the wind. This is where I go to sleep, to rest my eyes from the ragged edges of life. You don’ t simply occupy the love in my heart, you embody it.  Like the simple welcoming spirit of a hug. 

            The geese call over head, like everyday at around 7:15, I look up to see them straining to stay in strict formation. This is reliable, constant. Everyday I here their squawking calls from over head at sunrise and sunset. Like a simple reminder that there are always new beginnings to be had. No matter what time of day. I can recall the very first time I noticed these geese. 

            It was within our first weeks at Woolman and I lay quietly in my damp sleeping bag. The rain come to a silent stillness. They woke me from my slumber, on my solo. Their curios noise making my ears perk up. I peek my head out of the opening of my bag, my warmth. I see them, only three, but I watch as they cross the sky from one horizon to the other. As if they trailed the very day behind them. I lay their for a while longer watching the clouds mold themselves into new fashions longing to see their dark outlines once more. They are the makers of day and night. Of change. 

            My time here at Woolman is that of change. Occasionally it slowly ebbs its way to my feet like the frigid waters of Yuba, while other times it simply washes over me. Filling my mind with contradiction and uncertainty. But I always greet it with a sense of hope, that what is to come can only get better. This is meant to be. 

            So trees, birds, and meadows, I would like to thank you for your consistent reliability. To know that know matter how topsy turvy my world may seem you are always their in your worlds of peaceful work. Waiting calmly and patiently for me to state my case then simply patting me on the shoulder or embracing me in your loving energies. I will always carry you with me in my heart, you will be there in every tender seed I plant, every towering pine I admire, and every cool raindrop that kisses my cheek. 

            Woolman you are my home. You hold my spirit in your lively voices, warm hugs, and smiling faces. This is were I go to sleep, to rest my eyes from the ragged edges of life. You don’t simply occupy the love in my heart, you embody it. Like the simple welcoming spirit of a warm hug.

Love, Ariel

Emily Wheeler
August 7, 2012

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Dorothy Henderson, Head of School
August 6, 2012

 

This morning as Doug and I sat with our tea (me) and coffee (Doug) in our living room, a cow strolled into our front yard. Amelia was out again. She roamed a bit, looked like she might take a nibble of hose that was curled on the ground (Doug was frowning on that endeavor) and then strolled on. The beginning of another summer day at Woolman...with summer already feeling like it is drawing to a close.

This is my last year as the Head of School and my last time to look forward to fall, to the new beginning that always takes place. This place is bustling over the summer with campers and visitors but when August is just around the corner, the excitement begins to build. In one week eight new interns will arrive and begin their week of orientation.  Then comes a week of getting the campus ready, cleaning everywhere, making welcome signs for the cabins, filling vases with flowers…and then Saturday, August 18th is finally here and we find ourselves waiting for the first students to arrive. I have welcomed 18 semesters of Woolman students and it is still a thrill. It is not possible to feel pessimistic about the state of the world when living and working at Woolman. There is just too much good will and strong energy and hard work and deep thinking and honest caring to have any doubts that this life is worth living and we can make the world a better place for all.

I finished my tea, Doug called Jerome to come and get Amelia, and we began our day. Blessings abound.

Jenny Davis, Spring '12
August 6, 2012

 

My solo spot was like Alcatraz. It was close enough to the dining hall to hear peals of laughter reverberating in the frigid air. Those peals were the interns, whom I thought of as chipper and giving rodents, constantly offering nutritional yeasty quinoa with bright smiles and eager questions. Those interns. They were warm and dry and probably playing Spit. I shook my fist at the thundering sky with spite, vowing that once I left this wretched place I would never be cold again. As I lay sobbing under my sleeping bag, rain drenching my food supply and clothes, I resolved to go home at once. I hated Woolman. I despised my roommates, from whom I sensed hostility and resentment. It was cold and I didn’t understand how to light a fire. I didn’t know how to get to the dining hall. I was terribly lonely. I missed my parents and my friends. I even missed my sister. This was the beginning of the semester.

If I’ve learned one thing at Woolman, it’s that, as spoken word poet Tanya Davis always says, lonely is healing if you make it. Being alone is often frowned upon in our culture: it implies shunning or ostracism. Instead of pariahs, though, loneliness turns out people who are aware of the boundaries between the self and the community. At a place like Woolman, when one is enveloped in the community constantly, we must learn to make room for physical aloneness as well as mental space. Here, we learn to create a cognitive realm that is wholly separate from the group. We are unique, it seems, but also a collective. The poet Maya Angelou professes that each person has his, her, or their own inviolate space. At Woolman, I learned to cherish my own inviolate space as well as the precious collective space of the community. These two spaces—my own and the group’s—coexist peacefully.

“Woolman is really about (dramatic pause) love,” Jane said before drifting off to sleep one night a couple of weeks ago. She was out like a light, but I lay awake considering her words. Woolman is about love? It seemed so far-fetched and absurd. Sure, I LOVE Woolman, but how is Woolman ABOUT love?

But when I thought about it more, I realized that Jane had spoken sage, if delirious, words. At Woolman, everything we do is centered around love, for both our own inviolate space and that of the community. It can really be that simple. We are encouraged to love, and not judge, each other and ourselves. That’s NVC in a nutshell. We are invited to love what we do, from homework assignments to goat herding to pottery. We are urged to love Earth and people and medicine, and appreciate all of these things on Thursday night dinners. It’s about taking the time to love the intersections of many selves, and finding the space to love yourself. Such is the stuff of Woolman.

On that first fifth Sunday when we were all required to go to meeting for worship, Karen Olsen said, “You don’t have to be perfect, you only have to be whole.” It was the moral of a story about a mouse, but these words stuck with me throughout the semester. I thought about these words on my solo, while crying under my increasingly sopping sleeping bag, and later here and there—on the global issues trip; in environmental science class; in NVC. Another tidbit that I’ve picked up at Woolman is that we can’t get to be whole by making achievements, be they academic, athletic, or artistic. We can’t get to be whole if we focus on only what we DO. The only thing we can do, really, is love. If we love ourselves, if we love each other, if we love what we do and if we love what surrounds us, the pieces come together. If we love our personal realms and our group realm, we are bound for success in all senses of the word. Jane was right: Woolman is about love. Once you open yourself up to it, it’s easy to find the love. Right now, standing here, I can confidently say that I love all of you and have complete faith in the combined power of our separate mental realms. Because although lonely is healing if you make it, community—the collection of many lonelies—is unstoppable.  

Malaika Bishop, Farm Manager
August 6, 2012

The Woolman Farm is becoming more and more of an active “heart” of campus with our two main goals coming to fruition; growing a large of amount of the produce for all the people who live or visit here to enjoy, and becoming an educational center. We are also making some headway on a third goal of generating income from produce, herbs and seeds that we don’t have immediate use for on campus.

We now have a full acre of land cultivated with vegetables. Last fall, for the first time we produced 98% of all the produce used for the fall semester and grew enough carrots and beets to store some for the winter. Now our challenge is to grow enough for the spring semester. To that end, we just received a grant for a 30x80 hoop house where we will cultivate fall, winter and spring vegetables to extend our growing season.

On the education side, we have had lots of activity lately. During the school year, we had classes for both the Woolman students and for the community interns. In addition we had a Waldorf home study group in the garden 2 days a week. We also partnered with Yuba River Charter to host farm field trips for their 1st-8th grade classes throughout the year. This summer we have had both Sierra Friends and teen campers join us for activities and look forward to more of that in the coming years. This fall we will be the farm partner for a local school through a collaboration with Live Healthy Nevada County.

In terms of income generation, we are just entering our second year of our Woolman Farm CSA. It has been a fun challenge to come up with diverse delicious boxes of produce each week for our members. This year we also sold a small amount of our saved seed to a local seed cooperative and sold our first dried herbs to another local business.

With our garden fully planted now, including our new edible forest garden, we are looking forward to doing each element of our production and education even better this coming year, from our biodynamic compost, to seed saving, to hoop house production and garden classes.

As always, the garden is in need of a few crucial tools! Here’s what’s at the top of our Garden Wish List:  Eye hoe, manure pitch fork (2), kids gloves (15 pair), sturdy trowels (15), a broad fork, Spear & Jackson digging fork (spade), solar energizer for the electric chicken fence, Glaser wheel hoe, Compostex 72x12ft, overhead sprinkler system

John Palmer, Volunteer
August 6, 2012

 

In the first week of August, Bonnie Madden started at Woolman as our new Operations Manager; handling the day to day nuts and bolts of the school office.

Bonnie's formative years were spent moving throughout the United States.  She spent a number of those years in Hawaii where her mother's family has deep roots. Her college years were spent at UC Long Beach, studying social welfare and dietetics.  She feels she has finally found a home in Nevada City when she moved here 13 years ago. She owned and operated a documentary/educational film business which produced films for public and private organizations for 30 years.  Inspired by the birth of her second son, she started the non-profit Touch the Future with the goal of changing the way adults view and relate to the developmental needs of children.  For the past eight years she has worked closely in her husband’s finish carpentry business, Redwing Woodworks.

Bonnie is looking forward to becoming a part of the Woolman family. Welcome aboard Bonnie!

 

Emily Wheeler has returned to Woolman to become the new Outreach Director. She arrived here in June from her home outside of Burlington, Vermont. She is a 2007 graduate of Middlebury College, also in Vermont, where she studied sociology and anthropology. Now, Emily is enrolled in a Masters program at Goddard College where she studies Community Education with a focus on Youth Programs—Woolman is a perfect place to base her studies in youth development and community transformation.

Emily’s no stranger to Woolman; in 2010 she was a Community Intern and has been figuring out a way to come back ever since.  She has a goal to one day start a Woolman-like school in Vermont; one that teaches similar values of peace, justice and sustainability. Welcome back, Emily!

John Palmer, Volunteer
August 6, 2012

 

Twenty-five excited, enthusiastic youngsters are living, learning and playing at the Woolman School for two weeks at a time, led by an equally enthusiastic group of counselors.  I sat down with Brian Loo and Gavin Edgarton, two of the nine counselors, to get a sense of what the program was like.  Once they got started, they couldn’t say enough about it. The kids live in the cabins on campus and get an early start on the day after being awakened by the counselors serenading them with songs like “Good Morning  Sunshine”, which they admitted was quite a bit off key.  Every day is full of activities, from hiking to swimming, to working to playing. 

They went hiking and camping at the Sierra Buttes near Downieville for three days and two nights.  They had a “Theme Day” where the theme was “Time Travel”, and everyone had to stay in character all day, either as a cave man or a samurai.  They went swimming in the pond and then covered themselves with mud like elephants for the walk back to campus.  They went to the “Independence Trail” on the Yuba River (the first wheel-chair accessible trail in the United States) and hacked away at the brush that was encroaching on the trail. 

I sat with Woolman campers Gabe, Nina and Didi at lunch and asked them what they liked about camp.  Their replies:  “The food is Awesome.”  “I love the counselors.”  “We learned how to swing dance.”  “We got to see tadpoles in the pond in every stage of development.”  “I’ve made six new, wonderful friends.” Mark Runyan, another counselor, who came to Woolman with his parents to a work camp at the ripe old age of two, was a camper for two summers, and a semester student in 2009, told me being a camp counselor wasn’t really a job, it was more like playing. 

All in all camp has been a rousing success and a lot of fun for both campers and counselors.   All of them have acquired memories that will be with them for a lifetime.

John Palmer, Volunteer
August 6, 2012

I was a student at John Woolman School from 1974-1976. My experience at JWS enriched me, brought out the shy young woman, encouraged a nurturing side. My first love of plants came from the beauty of campus and the surrounding Sierras. We got to sleep under the stars in the meadow. We swam in the Yuba River and baked in the sun in one of the most lovely places I know.The friendships that I made at Woolman are like no other. Sometimes they ebb and flow, but there is always a special pocket in my heart for my old pals. With the advent of Facebook and a reunion of folks from the late 70s, many friendships have been restored. I regard these as precious and irreplaceable friendships. Some of my first friendships with adults occurred at Woolman; the teacher that recognized something and encouraged me to think about a career in health care. I have taught childbirth education, health education and am now a neurodiagnostic technologist. I also felt a sense of respect from some of the staff. I was honored when then principle, Ted, asked if I would serve on a group that traveled to let people know about the school. And Meeting for Worship, a precious quiet, shared by students and staff, rounding the week out, evening the play. It was 2 years of life, but full of richness. 

 –Blair Gardner, '76

Emily Wheeler, Outreach
August 6, 2012

 

A new baby boy! In May, Elizabeth and Coleman Watts-De Sa gave birth to Calum, making him the youngest community member on campus. ‘Calum’ is an Irish name meaning ‘Little Dove’, which is ironic because Elizabeth says he is quite big and heavy. He loves songs and funny noises. He and Althea are very sweet together!

 

 

 

Brylie is heading to Evergreen! For almost three years, Brylie Oxley has been at Woolman as a technology specialist and more recently as a Friend in Residence. He has made countless contributions to the campus and community, not only with his knowledge and skills in technology, but in music, media, philosophy, and his love of nature, people and animals. Brylie will be studying Ecology and Media at Evergreen State College in Olympia, Washington. He will be missed greatly and can be reached at brylie@gnumedia.org. We wish you well, Brylie! 

 

 

Lynne turned 90! On July 7th, our beloved campus elder, Lynne Henderson, celebrated her birthday in the company of many Woolman friends and family with a potluck dinner, singing, a gorgeous cake made by Amy Cooke, Manzanita tree climbing (by the youngsters), and general merriment from all. Thank you Sandy and Don Kewman for hosting this fabulous party!

Devin Cruz, student Spring 2012
August 2, 2012

In my 17 years of being alive on the earth I’ve been on a lot of trips, but the Food Intensive was one of the best trips ever. It opened my eyes to so much and being able to go on this trip with The Woolman Semester made it even better.

First off, I knew bees were really important, but after being on this trip and seeing the work that bees do, I have so much more respect for them. I understand them a lot better now.

Also on the trip we met this guy named Bear. He was a manager at a strawberry farm and his farm, Swanton berry farm, was great. I personally don’t like farm work, but after being there I really wanted to work there. His workers get treated so great, his farm was a perfect example of The Great Turning. His farm was turning in the right direction. The fact that his pickers (the people who pick the crops and berries) had health benefits which was a shocker: most pickers don’t get health benefits at all. His workers also got paid overtime and that never happens in this industry ever. Every morning they take time out to stretch and warm up in order for the workers to not hurt themselves in the field. The workers are part of a union. He really cares about his workers, which made me happy. Someone that cares for their workers, their workers will care for them. It builds community and working in a happy place is great. Why would you want to work in a sad place? You should want to work in a place where the people and the things you do bring you joy. This trip opened my eyes so much and I’m really happy I was able to do this.  

Jenny Davis, Student
August 1, 2012

 

We are surrounded by natural, only it doesn’t always look like kale and wildflowers. Instead, the word “natural” has become commodified: it’s printed on boxes of makeup, stamped on casings of food products, and designed on bottles of cleaning supplies. As nature has become linked to products, the distance between the human and the natural has become greater and greater. On the food intensive I, a self-professed lover of definitions, set out to define natural once and for all, if only to puzzle out whether or not there was still a natural world to define. Tired of vagueness and uncertainty, I was determined to clarify for myself this term that seems to have inundated all modern industries. Armed with my trusty notebook and pen, I was ready to take on the challenge.

Kent Bradford, a GMO expert, was quick to dismiss the definition of natural, condemning it “vague.” Genetic engineering may not be “natural” by some definitions, he countered, but neither are any other domesticated crops, for that matter.

At the Regenerative Design Institute, our host was James, a permaculture expert who defined “natural” as life sustaining; in other words, anything that is life-positive, or prolongs and promotes life, is natural.

Bear at the Swanton Berry Farm defined “natural” as “what nature would do by itself,” claiming that the organic movement was devoted to natural agriculture—in effect, organic means farming as nature would farm if it could farm itself.

And then it happened: my “Eureka Moment.” It was hardly Archimedean, but it awarded me an important thought.

“Naturalness is contingent on how we see ourselves and our relationship to nature,” I scribbled in my journal at the Swanton Berry Farm. “When we see ourselves as inherently wedded to the natural world, everything we do is unavoidably natural: after all, if we are nature, anything and everything we do is what nature would do. On the other hand, if we see ourselves as tangential to nature, everything we do alters nature’s ‘natural’ composition. The human race functions as an alien species that limits the ‘natural’ world.”

Moreover, when we see ourselves as divorced from the natural complex of systems, we are in danger of making choices, from our safe distance, that harm both the natural world and ourselves. In other words, when we disconnect, everything we do is disconnected and disjointed: people who embrace the “natural” are though to sacrifice their hygiene and social standing. On the other hand, people who put themselves first are though to exploit nature, stripping the land of resources in the name of human comfort.

When we see ourselves as connected to nature, though, we make choices that benefit nature and us. Harmony prevails. A motive to nourish nature emerges when to protect nature is to protect humankind. Perhaps in defining “natural” as a separate entity I was embodying the problem with the world: in seeing “natural” as a thing to be defined, an area with borders and a neat meaning, I was subconsciously separating myself from the bees and the grass. Just as the world boxes nature up into tidy packages, maybe so had I. I resolved to change my ways, placed my pen in my notebook, and took a look around.

Jane Davis, Woolman Semester Student Spring 2012
August 1, 2012

 

During the magnificent and positively perplexing week of tours that comprised the Food Intensive, it felt almost impossible to link all of the excursions into one story of Food. Somehow though as the week drew to a close I felt a story emerging that was shaking my beliefs about food to the very roots. The story starts a hot Monday on a tour of an educational feed lot. From there we followed the steers to an educational slaughter house and traced their steps up the ramp onto the kill floor. Kaleb led us through the phases of turning animal to meat. The third stop of the day was at a GMO biotechnology lab where a professor used his astounding public speaking skills to prod all of us to question what we knew about GMOs.   

Tuesday was a day long trip to the Regenerative Design Institute where we explored one very cool house, climbed a towering tree, and got a completely different view on GMOs. Wednesday was one of my favorite days; we started it off with a trip to Swanton Berry farm that ended with a pint of the most delicious strawberries I have ever tasted. A trip to the tide pools that didn’t last nearly long enough gave us a taste of the ocean – we saw star fish, urchins, and anemones. Thursday morning we got a glimpse of an entirely different part of the story of Food on a tour through Veritable Vegetable where we watched  fruits and vegetables on their way to CSAs and stores in California, Nevada, and Colorado. Friday started off with a barrage of colors and sugary beans on a tour of the Jelly Belly Factory. The last stop of our trip was perhaps my favorite - Full Belly Farm was a wonderful look into a big farm doing things very differently. There was a great sense of belonging at Full Belly Farm.

All of these visits, despite the variety, left me with the roughest of sketches of the story of Food. The most important theme within this story is the truth that we must re-forge our connections with food. How could we have let it happen that we are so far removed from something so integral to our lives? Throughout the trip I realized that I was having trouble connecting the food that we were seeing grown to the food that was on my plate at lunch. This is a symptom of our detachment from food that we suffer from. In order to heal ourselves and perhaps even our nation we must remind ourselves of how vital food is to us. 

Lucy Labadie, Spring '12 Student
August 1, 2012

 

Looking back, we began the bike library restoration project with an inventory of the bikes to assess any needed repairs or missing parts. This inventory took the form of an excel spreadsheet document. For organization we gave each bike a number and roughly assessed and recorded its basic repair needs in terms of air, brakes, and chains, as well as any missing parts.

Every bike we discovered was in need of some work – and we organized many of them before choosing which ones would be worthwhile to fix. The bike rack behind the shop is less visible but we found it holding a number of needy bikes in a shamble. We picked them up and repaired the back wall rack with some help from Doug. Any bike beyond fixing we dubbed a ‘cannibal bike’ and moved it to a pile in the back truck yard. Those have now been moved up the storage barn near Jacob and Grace’s house. All usable bikes are available at the front rack or in the back and a printed inventory of the working bikes is available by the front rack and inside posted on the bike cabinet door.

Upon arriving we had to organize the bike shop a bit to get to know it better. We labeled boxes, shelves, and drawers, used rags to clean up, and got a general grasp on where to find the parts and tools we would need. Now though, so many sustainability projects have come through the shop that the original state of clutter has reassembled itself.

We realized that we had most of the materials necessary to do the needed repairs. We have plenty of grease and wrenches, and all kinds of salvageable bike parts. We have a pile of tubes that we are patching and re-using for a further life, an array of tires, and a good supply of patches, sandpaper, and glue to get the job done. Our original plan was to restore 33 bikes. We have solidly completed 24 bikes with one week to go. 

Our work has included many things. Early on, we researched and wrote a paper exploring the basic components of bike anatomy and repair, the benefits of bike culture vs. other modes of transportation, and the function of community bike cooperatives, which work on making bikes accessible to the larger public regardless of economic, social, or other status. Then we got started fixing bikes. This included making sure that all bikes had the necessary components (seats, tire rims, tubes that hold air, tires, brakes, working chain and gears, sometimes grips).

We broke our work down into the basic ABCs of bike repair: Air, Brakes, and Chains. Air repair often entails removing the rim from the bike frame, disassembling the wheel, looking for the hole that caused the flat, and then patchwork on the inner tube before putting it all back together. We did not work with many new inner tubes, so patching has been a frequent task. Some rim work was done, which involved using a truing stand and spoke wrenches to adjust spoke tension and get the rim to run ‘true’, otherwise rolling straight without an uneven revolution. Brake work included the general adjustment of brake pads and some brake line replacement. The latter involved removing an old cable line from the brake housing and rethreading it with a replacement line. Chain work varied from general chain lubrication to derailleur adjustment to ensure smooth shifting and riding.

In the final stages, we have been redoing an inventory of the restored bikes to even further organize them and make them accessible to the community. Some bikes need a little revisiting with air, and the shop needs a little organizing, but otherwise the restoration is nigh complete. We created a sign-out sheet for the bike library to further ensure the sustainability of the project once we leave and keep the bikes in good care and condition. Wahooo!

 

Lulu Dewey, student
August 1, 2012

 

I did a lot of dish crews here at Woolman.  I started out with two per week, one on Wednesday night and one on Friday after lunch.  When I did a trade with Lucy, I ended up with a dish crew Thursday after lunch too.   I thought I had stumbled upon a genius bargaining currency and I didn’t hesitate to trade with Daniel so that he took my bathroom cleaning and I took his lunch cleanup on Tuesdays and his Sunday night dish crew.  Then I started doing spur of the moment trades when I needed some free time.  My token line was “if you do my dish crew today, I’ll do two of yours next week.” 

Soon my life was in shambles.  I was doing up to nine dish crews every week... that sounds hard. 

Somehow, though, I managed to scrape by.  I realized the value of each task on dish crew.  When I wanted to be out and about I was on general tidiness patrol, putting away leftovers and wiping down counters and tables.  When I wanted to be fully immersed in my work I was at the sink, washing an endless stream of pans and trays and ladles.  When I wanted solitude I worked the sanitizer.  I’m going to miss the kitchen and the endless drudgery of cleaning up, and our group high fives at the end and how we sang as we worked.  I am profoundly grateful for all of these dish crews.

As Joanna Macy describes, we have reached a great turning— the shift from the industrial growth society to a life-sustaining civilization.   Now is when we choose to sit and watch the world unravel, dirty pots in the sinks, or whether it is time for us to roll up our sleeves and get to work.  Woolman has given me the tools, the knowledge, helped me to explore my interests and explore my beliefs and question everything. The world needs all of us: the countertop scrubbers, the pot scrapers, the sanitizers, the moppers and sweepers.  We can sing while we work, we can be joyful in the knowledge that when it comes time for us to eat that we are reaping the fruits of our labour.  

We are not invincible by any means, but here we have learned to know and embrace our innate potential to create a better world.  We are beautiful people precisely because we care so deeply.