Weekly Message from Head of School 2023/12/11-2023/12/15
Dear Keystone Community,
I grew up in a place that got lots of snow, in the northeast of the United States. Every winter we would anxiously await snow days. We would be glued to the radio as the announcer listed off the schools that would be closing, throwing our hands in the air in delight when they finally read “Mary Hogan Elementary.” Of course, there was no option to connect with our classmates or teachers on those days; my younger brother and I would go sledding down the hill behind our house, make hot coco and relax. Not at Keystone! The commitment to getting things ready to ensure that the weather caused minimal disruption in student learning was intense! And even with our tools to ensure that school carried on as best as we could, there is something special about the pause--the stop--that a snowstorm forces.?The snow changes the light, the air, the feeling inside of each of us.??
A few miles from where I grew up a famous American poet Robert Frost (many years earlier) lived and wrote. I would drive past his cabin on the way to the small mountain where I grew up skiing. One of his most famous poems is “Stopping by woods on a snowy evening”.?I hope you enjoy.?It mentions the “darkest evening of the year”, the winter solstice, which is coming up next week as Keystone closes for a winter break.?We have miles (just five school days) to go before we sleep!???
Yours,
Emily??
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.