Pushing My Limit


Hello, my name is Taylor and I am a sophomore this year. In June I went to Tanzania, Africa for 2 weeks with Waterford’s Outdoor Program. We spent one week hiking Mt. Kilimanjaro, a little less than a week at safaris, and the last day did some service at an orphanage.

I’ll start with the mountain. Let’s just say it was hard. At first the hiking was fun and easy. Not too steep and starting off in a rainforest climate with not very high altitude. The vegetation was beautiful and we saw monkeys and lots of beautiful wildlife. That didn’t last long. After the rainforest climate zone we reached what was called the Heathland climate zone and the dramatic line that separates the zones was one of the most interesting and spectacular things I’ve ever seen.


As the days went on the hiking got more and more exhausting. While the hiking itself didn’t change much other than the different views of each of the climate zones it became increasingly harder to breathe and to feel energized. Camp became more and more appreciated and we all liked to hang out in a huge dome tent called the space station. Although we didn’t want to leave camp we would and continued to slowly transition into the Alpine desert climate zone and finally the arctic summit zone. Summit day was the most difficult thing I’ve ever experienced. I woke up very sick, in pain, and could barely breathe. It was so exhausting to walk you just always wanted to take a break but when u would u just want to get back up and walk again because of how cold it was.


Despite the struggling I finally made it to the 19,341 foot summit. Having the will to keep going and fighting through all of the struggling really impacted me and made me realize I am a lot stronger than I ever thought I was before. It also made me more confident particularly in my work and in the sports I play. When we hiked down and had finally reached the bottom we all danced with the porters and guides who made the whole thing possible and it was one of the most enjoyable things I’ve ever participated in. Everyone was excited and genuinely happy.


In the days that followed we went on multiple Safaris and to Masai villages. We saw the most beautiful animals. We witnessed hundreds of zebras running in and out of a water hole back and forth back and forth. We saw multiple elephants, including juveniles, walk right in front of the car. We enjoyed a lot of beautiful wild life but the most memorable thing we caught sight of was three female lions eating a zebra carcass not too far from the road. They were close enough they would look at you between bites and you could hear the ripping of the zebra’s flesh. It is indescribable how amazing it was watching the top of the African food chain do its work so close to us. It’s incredible how these animals can thrive off the yellow land they graze upon.


At the villages, we went and saw their huts and their kindergarten and saw how they live. It was super interesting seeing how they live off the land and I was extremely interested to learn that it is actually the women who build the huts. After that we bartered for the jewelry they made.


The last day was probably my favorite. We all went to an orphanage and did some service. We helped bring buckets full of sand up to a pile near their livestock and we helped start to dig dirt to level the ground on and next to their driveway. When we weren’t working we were playing basketball or soccer with the older kids or playing with the toddlers. The older kids were so helpful to the younger ones and they all participated so much in helping out that it gave me more motivation to be nicer and be more involved with my sister. Doing that work, even though it wasn’t much of it, made me feel fulfilled and gave me a sense of purpose. It made me feel an overwhelming happiness that I hadn’t felt before and showed me how great helping others, even in a small way, can make a big difference on their and my own life.


Having these unbelievable adventures with my classmates and teachers made the whole thing so enjoyable and fun. I now am super close to them and feel like they, with their stories, have impacted me the most. I made beautiful friendships with people I never would have talked to otherwise. Listening to them open up to the rest of the group or me individually had an immense impact on my openness to others and helped me lose the fear of putting yourself out there to make new friends. The trip gave me perfect memories and built my character and confidence more than any other experience I have ever had. I will never forget the experience or be able to thank my marvelous teachers Dr. Malatesta and Mr. Watkins enough for everything they did for me to make that dream a reality. Thank you. 

Stepping Into the Unknown


Hello. My name is Katie, and I’m a freshman this year. Over the summer, I had the remarkable opportunity to go on a Waterford Outdoor trip to Iceland. It was definitely one of the most amazing experiences of my life.

This life changing experience began almost a year ago, when I first learned of the Summer term trip to Iceland at a middle school assembly. When I saw the picture flash onto the screen, it was like one of those perfect movie moments where every outside noise fades and the main character stares into the distance. That was me – I couldn’t take my eyes away from the slide that read “Iceland” and I saw nothing else after that. In that moment I made up my mind. I had to go.

So, eight months later, I was headed to the airport with my mom and my Iceland gear, to meet up with thirteen of my friendly classmates and two amazing teachers, Ms. Knowles and Mr. Waterhouse.


I was so nervous at the beginning of the trip. Before this, I had never camped, backpacked, or spent so much time away from my family. Honestly, I’d never even gone to the bathroom in the woods or skipped a shower before. When I hugged my mom goodbye, I began to worry about how I would handle this trip. Would I cry? Would I die?

Landing in Reykjavik was like landing on a different world. I remember marveling at the black rocks and green moss surrounding the airport, but little did I know that this was the least of it.

We stayed in a private house the first night, explored the colorful town of Reykjavik, and then drove around some of the Golden Circle route. Some highlights from the this included walking between the Tectonic Rift of the North American and Eurasian tectonic plates, watching geysers spew boiling, sulfuric smelling water, and seeing the dramatic Gullfoss waterfall.

The day after we drove around the Golden Circle, we took a two hour bus ride to our next location: Landmannalaugar.  From Landmannalaugar, we would begin the four day trek called Laugavegur that would take us fifty-five kilometers over to Porsmork. On this trek, we would carry our backpacks that weighed about thirty pounds with us the entire time, which essentially held our lives for those four days. For me, the Laugavegur trek was the hardest but most memorable part of the trip, and it was something that I had been very nervous about. The day before we began the trek, my classmates and I relaxed in Landmannalaugar’s geothermal hot springs for longer than we probably should have. When I got out, I felt the full impact of the fifty-five degree weather as I had to run the long stretch back to the huts. I couldn’t stop shivering for hours after that, but it was worth it.

iceland2We left early the next morning to begin the trek. That first day for me was brutal and probably the hardest part of the entire trip. The majority of that day was uphill and in the snow as we climbed higher. I was cold and still trying to get used to carrying the unfamiliar weight of my backpack. Reaching our campsite was a relief after such an exhausting day, but I felt even more tired as we set up our tents. Camping was still new to me, and no matter what I did, I just couldn’t get warm. Luckily, Ms. Knowles poured boiling water into my water bottle and told me to sleep with it in my sleeping bag, which helped a lot. I couldn’t sleep though, because I missed my mom so much. After this day, every day afterwards got better and better, and so did my homesickness.

The trek was so physically and mentally demanding each day, but each day I got better at handling it. Sometimes I felt like giving up and just laying on the ground, but I didn’t. No one else was doing that, even if they may have wanted to, and everyone’s constant energy gave me more energy too. I had the support of all my friends and Mr. Waterhouse and Ms. Knowles, and so many beautiful sights along the way to keep me going. Each day looked so different, I couldn’t believe it was possible for the landscape to change so much in only thirty four miles. We trekked through snowy hills, colorful mountains, green plains, icy rivers, a black sand desert, and even a tiny forest at the very end of the trek. Finishing that trek was a huge accomplishment for all of us, and I felt like a different person by the end of it. I had done countless new things in just these four days. Mr. Waterhouse asked me what my mom would say if she got to watch me on the trek, having not showered in a while and practically  drooling over freeze dried food. I told him that she’d probably cry.

It was hard to believe that our trip was almost over after the Laugavegur trek. I had become so close with my friends and the teachers, and I realized that I’d have a new family to miss once I returned home.

icleand4For the remainder of the trip, we did short hikes and drove in the two vans we rented, just absorbing the beautiful scenery. I could never get tired of all the waterfalls and green mountains that we saw. We did a polar plunge in a glacier lagoon, which wasn’t the best experience in my opinion, but it was definitely an experience. One particularly amazing experience out of many was the glacier hike at Vatnajokull, where we hiked up the largest ice cap in Iceland. We also visited the town of Vik along Iceland’s southern coast, where we walked along an otherworldly black sand beach. Prior to this trip, I spent a lot of time looking at pictures of Vik on Pinterest, so visiting the black sand beach was a dream come true for me.

The experience I had in Iceland is truly undescribable; I can only tell you that it was the most incredible, beautiful, and exciting experience of my life. I bonded so much with all my friends and teachers and explored such a unique place. I’ve come back as a changed person: completing the Laugavegur trek and spending so much time away from my parents has given me so much confidence. At the beginning of the trip, the sight of my big backpack made my stomach turn, but I was able to carry that backpack for fifty-five kilometers as I hiked through mountains. I never imagined I could do something like that before, but now that I’ve done it, I’m so eager to try new things, because I learned that you never really know what you’re capable of until you’ve done it.

iceland1None of this would have been possible if it weren’t for my parents, though. Above all, going to Iceland has taught me to be grateful to them and all the opportunities they’ve given me, and how they encourage me to try new things. Spending two weeks away from my parents made me so aware of everything that they do for me and how much I value their support. After the adventure of a lifetime, running into my mom’s arms at the airport was the most rewarding feeling.

Photos Courtesy of Tyler Waterhouse

Reflections on Europe


Hello, my name is Jackson Anderson. I am an incoming senior at Waterford, and I have attended the school since nursery threes, making this incoming year my fifteenth year at Waterford. This European art trip has been the first Waterford summer term trip that I have attended, as well as the first time that I have left the continent. I initially wanted to go on the trip in order to ameliorate my French speaking abilities during our stay in Paris, experience new cultures that I had not previously been exposed to, and find inspiration for writing. The trip has thus far exceeded my expectations, and I am excited to share what I have experienced during the past two weeks.


The first city that we stayed in was Bruges, located in Flanders in the northern Dutch-speaking part of Belgium. Bruges was a quiet and charming town that preserved much of its medieval architecture, featuring stunning Gothic churches and gaudy administrative buildings. A personal highlight for me in Bruges was the climbing of an old bell tower, and the view of the medieval architecture juxtaposed with a far off industrial district featuring smokestacks and windmills.


view from the Bell Tower in Bruges


view from the canals in Bruges

In Bruges we were also able to see one of the few Michelangelo sculptures outside of Italy, attend a flea market complete with many antiquated and interesting pieces of Flemish culture, and go on a river tour to get a view of Bruges’s varied and storied architecture.


the architecture of Bruges


In between different activities in Bruges, we took one day to venture out to Belgium’s capital city of Brussels in order to attend a waffle-making workshop and visit the Magritte Museum. The waffle-making workshop taught me that honey goes very well with waffles (and pancakes), and the Magritte Museum was another highlight for me, with the surrealist movement being one of my favorite artistic styles.


A painting by René Magritte


The Blood of the World, by René Magritte


After our last day in Bruges, we packed up and headed for Bailly, a small commune in the North of France, where we would stay in between our visits to the neighboring larger town of Paris, and the palace of Versailles. Bailly was strictly our place of residence, serving only as a place we passed through on our way to Paris, Versailles, and Normandy, but one of my favorite parts of the trip was when the French-speaking students had to go into a pizza shop with Mrs. Brewer to translate for the shop-owner, who spoke no English at all. He was very friendly, and we discussed art, language, and soccer with him (all in French) while we waited for our pizzas to cook.



Paris was the largest city (population-wise) that we visited by about a million people, but was only about half the size of Amsterdam, and it definitely felt like it. There was a lot to see in a little space. We saw countless incredible, moving works of art in the Louvre, the d’Orsay, and the d’Orangerie museums. We were also able to barely catch Notre Dame before it closed, and were lucky enough to witness a spectacle unfold inside that was unlike anything that I had ever seen before.


Monet’s WaterLilies at l’Orangerie


Notre Dame Cathedral


Versailles as a whole was another stand-out point in the trip for me. I had a personal goal to learn how to ride a bike over the summer in preparation for this trip, and this training finally paid off in Versailles. We languidly biked around the beautiful gardens, taking our time to absorb the natural elegance of the scenery, which was a nice break from the seemingly endless walking that we had been doing for about a week. Also exhibited at Versailles were portraits, sculptures, and furniture from the original, giving a nice mix of history and art.


group photo at the entrance to Versailles


bike ride in the gardens at Versailles


Similar to Brussels in Belgium, we took a whole day out of our time to travel far to the North of France to visit the Utah Beach Museum in Normandy. The museum there was extensive and fascinating, providing a stark contrast to the usual affair of artistically-oriented museums that we had previously visited. I have always had a particular interest for antiquated military equipment, but as greater knowledge and understanding has come with the years, there was a sobering feeling knowing what it was used for.

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At the time of writing this, I am still in Amsterdam and the trip has yet to conclude. We have thus far visited the Rijksmuseum and the Van Gogh Museum, as well as visited a flower market. I enjoyed all of these things, but when one is assaulted with so much world class art, where each painting could be appreciated for hours on end, it can be hard to remember personal highlights. What I definitely remember, however, was our visit to Anne Frank’s house. It was probably my favorite event of the entire trip, and something that I forgot we were doing until moments before we did it. I already knew the story of Anne Frank, her diary is required reading in seventh grade, but it seemed to hold new weight stepping in her house in the Netherlands. My own personal experiences have also shaped the way that I have thought about Anne Frank, she was a young person in incredibly difficult circumstances who wanted to become a famous writer. Writing is one of my greatest passions and something that I would like to pursue in life, which is ironically inhibited by a physical condition known as dysgraphia, literally meaning “impaired writing by hand,” and I really took her story to heart as an inspiration to continue to do what I love despite any limitations life may impose upon me.

Anne Frankhaus in Amsterdam


This trip has been an amazing experience for me, and I have not regretted a second of it. I am glad that I was able to go out of my comfort zone and see and appreciate firsthand so much world class art of Northern Renaissance painters in museums. I am glad that I was able to learn how to make new Hungarian foods with Mrs. Brewer. I am glad that I got to know my thirteen fellow European travelers better. Je parlais français souvent, I feel that I sufficiently experienced and was exposed to new cultures and lifestyles that I previously had not, and I definitely have had countless experiences from which I can draw creative inspiration to write upon.


Lower School Stop Motion Animation

Class IV-VI students came to this week long camp and learned the basics of stop motion animation. The culmination of brainstorming ideas, snapping pictures, tirelessly moving characters inch by inch and a lot of editing are these fantastic movies! Enjoy!

Alex Kluge, Mathew Nelson and J.T. Downard

Preston Jenkins and Cash Lewis

Sam Miller and Max Buxton

Manhattan Caldwell and Auden Smith

Kaden and Logan Jorgenson

Sanding and Singing

By Barbara and Nicki Biscupovich
Our trip to Guatemala started in Guatemala City, where we spent two full days preparing for the work we were about to do.

We started our trip on Monday morning with 13 very excited kids and about 25 suitcases ready to be shared with  wonderful people, especially kids, of El Rosario, Guatemala.

 As you may know, we were not the only participants.  From the beginning, Waterford students were already involved collecting hygiene and school items.  Our Lower School did not want to pass on the opportunity to be involved, and they provided us with an amazing art project of self portraits. Their efforts were very well-received and also reciprocated with pictures of Guatemala students.  Teachers, students and parents alike were very appreciative of this kind gesture.

One of our goals was to replace the school’s old roof.  It was taken down in the morning of our first day of work with the help of local people.  It seemed to us that every father wanted to be there doing something, no matter how insignificant, in order to show their appreciation.  In particular, I would like to point out that our students did an excellent job in getting the school totally CLEAN to start the next day.  A thorough job was needed and it was accomplished in record time.

The work of painting the school was taken up by some of our students who willingly painted, climbed ladders, brushed floors, took out nails and played with the local kids while doing it.  All this was done with a big smile on their faces under humid and hot conditions.  And, at the end of the project, two schools benefited from a donation of 100 new desks.

Shelves construction was taken on by other students.  At the distance, you could hear those hammers going and going.  By the end of the day, a group of kids were happily sanding and singing.

On the last day, we had the opportunity to deliver all the service items collected at Waterford. 100 hygiene kits  and  100 school supply bags where given along with toys, lunch boxes, water bottles, shorts, blankets, art pictures and more.

We are grateful for all the work done by students and parents alike and for the ability to touch the lives of so many students.  Now, 100 students in the area of  El Rosario, Guatemala enjoy an appropriate place to study.

Summer Term Not Far Away

A new year has arrived and with it the whisperings of Summer Term 2016. Logistics have been put in place and carefully-planned trips are beginning to come to life. It’s hard to imagine that in less than six months, Waterford students will be summiting the highest peak in Africa, discovering China’s rich history and its present-day influence, or camping beneath the stars in the beautiful San Rafael Swell.

Welcome to the new blog of the Waterford School Summer Term. Here you will find photos, project updates, and student and leader thoughts on their summer experiences.

Visit our website for a complete list of Summer Term 2016 projects, descriptions, and course fees.