Newsletter  June 2017/18

 

Alumni Reunion

Class of 1997 20-Year Reunion

Anahid Movel

The Class of 1997s 20-year Reunion took place at the school on Saturday, June 10th. I had the privilege of being one of their Advisors for their journey through high school. From the first day I met them they stole my heart. Then on Saturday, 24 years later they did the same again, as responsible adults, this time.

Many of the members of the class are living far away, from B.C. to Montreal, and many are scattered all over the globe, from Germany to Scandinavia. Some took the time to come from that faraway place. Anna F. came from B.C., Anya from Switzerland, Robin from Ottawa, Joey from London. What was amazing was the fact that they clicked immediately as if they had left each other only yesterday!

Some who couldn't come, for various reasons, expressed their disappointment in not being able to attend. One was ready to deliver her 3rd child; one was waiting for her residency in the U.S. and was not able to leave. Those who came were as different as different could be. Some were married and had 1, 2 or 3 kids; some brought their husbands and children, to my delight. Some others are not married. Many are doing so much good in the world.

One of the attendees left in Grade 6, the other in Grade 9, but there was no reservation about feeling that they all belonged to the group. What struck me particularly was the vast array of occupations they had, but all of them sure and happy with what they were doing in the world.

Because of the reunion I had the opportunity to talk to so many of those who were not able to come. One alumna who came only for 2 years said, "Those 2 years made such a big difference in my life," and she enrolled her children in a Waldorf Kindergarten. Another one came only for Grade 12 and recognized the importance of the education. Now she is a Waldorf teacher south of the border and has her daughter in a Waldorf school.

Well! What more can I say about this class which had a group of determined individuals with strong character? They talked and talked and did not want to leave each other, nor did I want to leave them. All in all it was one of the most memorable days of my life.

Thank you, Cassie, for all your work, and thank you, Sara, for all your organizational skills and work.

 

Jocyelyn Morris, Class of 1997

Time travel can be uncomfortable, but illuminating.

Members of the class of 1997 gathered recently to celebrate our twentieth reunion. Twenty years since we took wing from our comfortable nest at TWS, and flew our separate ways. Twenty years of personal successes, failures, andpossiblygrowth. As someone pointed out during the course of the day, We were so old then, and so young now.

Along with about a dozen of my former classmates, I retraced my adolescent footsteps through the halls of the school, arriving into the embrace of our dear advisor, Anahid, and the (typically Waldorfian) circle of chairs waiting in the Music Room. There we reminisced, shared laughter and tears, and discovered that while we had changed so much, in many ways we were just the same. We spoke of struggles to find ourselves, to find our purpose, to find our roots. We spoke of epiphanies and contentment. We spoke of new families and lost loved ones.

We continued our conversations over lunch. While I delighted in reconnecting with old friends, I felt a slightly uneasy sense of desperation. How can we possibly catch up on twenty years in such a short space of time? Where do we even start? Do I still have anything in common with these people? And so we fell back to the common ground of our shared experiences: Remember when....?

The uneasiness turned to surrealism as we toured the grounds and the building. I felt like an outsider looking through a window into the world of my past self, trying to reconcile the two versions of me, slightly at odds with one another. Time travel.

And then it dawned on me that I was experiencing something that I deal with daily in my professional life as a landscape architect: namely, all living things grow and change, and the designs I prepare today must consider how the garden will look in twenty (or fifty, or one hundred) years. Only instead of the designer, this time I was the plant.

How fitting, then, that we commemorated our reunion by planting a young maple treeamong mature trees that were mere saplings (or non-existent) during our tenure at TWS. Perhaps if we return in another twenty years, this tree will be our visual reminder of the passage of time, and help ease the discomfort of our travel. In the meantime, I hope our own growth continues in fertile soils under brilliant skies.

Thank you to everyone who made our reunion possible.