We heard “Boys It’s time to get up”
for the last time as we groggily arose from our abbreviated slumber. It was
4:15 and the stars were twinkling; however, nowhere near as spectacular as the
night before. We got to work trying to shove our last items into our already
over-stuffed bags. There was a war-zone of sheets, towels, blankets and an old
buoy as we frantically shoved everything into our duffels. That odd pair of
tennis shoes seemed to be the enemy this morning. To everyone’s surprise we
managed to zip every last one.
As we loaded the bags in the darkness we started to feel the emotions that we
were desperately fighting off. The dorms had been cleaned out. Every grain of
sand removed from the shower, every bat moth shooed, and all drying lines
cleared. We stood in the doorway of the commons amidst the dark sunless sky
hanging on to our rustic abode. The tabby cat Fritter sat by our feet trying to
keep us with her.
As we raised the flag for the last time we all took a deep sigh, our caciques
slowly propelled the black, blue, and yellow towards the starry sky. We lifted
up our heads in unison and harmonized the familiar anthem for the last time. As
we sang a shooting star pranced across the sky, and we could all imagine the wishes
that followed its tail.
Thus ended one of the greatest two weeks any one us have ever experienced.
Saddened, yet hopeful for the future, the Hawken Honors Marine Science class of
2013 left for the airport. Our brief wait at the airport was not without its
quirks, however. We sat in front of a television set and in our dazed
semi-conscious state, found some entertainment in the form of Bahamian public
broadcasting. We also had an opportunity for some surprise last goodbyes at the
airport.
With hands waved, hugs had, and tears shed, we were ushered out of the
Rock Sound airport and into our plane. Thoughts of the last two weeks played out
in our heads as Eleuthera flashed under us. We arrived in Nassau with four
hours to spare until we boarded our flight to Atlanta. Six hours after we woke
up, most students found their next meal to be Wendy's, the first fast food they
had had in two weeks. Having been used to healthy food, many upset stomachs
were had.
Our next two flights were very similar to our flights two weeks earlier. They
were uneventful and without delay. We arrived in Cleveland and a few of us were
greeted by family upon arrival. Most, however, would finish the intensive on
the Lyndhurst campus. As
Alex so eloquently put it, "our tans will fade, but the memories will last
forever." Eleuthera and the Island School will stay in our hearts forever.
But we all hope this will not be the last time we see Eleuthera. Many of us
hope to return to the Island School in the near or distant future.
Thank you very much for keeping up with our adventures this winter intensive!