As Dr. Sagarin opened a big cardboard box, pulled out stacks of beautifully printed greeting cards, and placed them onto the table, I remembered the complex process we students went through to make them.

Caren Kuster and Florian Mathias, two spunky German visiting students, came to our high school last fall. Both students had no idea what they were in for, but they came with open minds and creative spirits, wanting to make the best of it.

by Caren Küster ’10 – 30 Sep 2008 On my first day, when I came into the school, I was surprised! I asked myself where are all the students? From the information I was given, I was expecting twenty students per class, and that would have been a very small class in Germany. Twenty students on a […]

by Gertrude H. Wilson – 30 Nov 2004 Dear Friends, I am an avid reader and diehard fan of The Globe. I have received, read, and re-read every one of the publications and am enchanted. You are doing a wonderful thing by starting a high school. I have one question for you: Am I your only reader? […]

by Stephen Sagarin, 11th grade advisor – 30 Nov 2004 In August 1988, before the start of my third year of teaching, I dreamed I stood before a difficult class in the school library. I wore my shirt, jacket and tie, but nothing else; this was embarrassing. No one noticed, but I was uncomfortable and tried to […]

by Emma Franco – 14 Oct 2004 There is no long-winded introduction; it does not take twenty pages for anything interesting to happen: right from page one you are caught in the story. Narrated by the willful and free-spirited Amelia Peabody Emerson, the story takes place mainly in Sudan. As Amelia and her ruggedly handsome husband, Radcliff […]

by Susanne Fili – 14 Oct 2004 The first day in the new building of the high school was amazing. When I first took a tour of the building, I thought it would be hard to have class in such a small space. I was wrong. Over the summer many hardworking and dedicated people did miracles to […]

by Emma Franco – 14 Oct 2004 Yon huge black cloud looks like a foul bombard that would shed its liquid upon us. The high winds sorely ruffle us and whip against our cheeks. Somewhere to my left, though the gales do not permit me to see, I hear a soft muttering: ìSamís acold. Flibbertigibbet! Poor Sam’s […]

by Samantha Stier – 14 Oct 2004 ‘Oh Lord, Lord, Lord!’ Desdemona screams as Othello smothers her to death with his bare hands. The woman he loved, he kills. The man he trusted is evil. Only when it is too late does Othello realize he has been tricked. Too late, because two lie dead – by his […]

by Rachel Fletcher, Housatonic River Walk – 14 Oct 2004 September 29, 2004 Great Barrington Waldorf High School c/o Rick Shrum 454 Main Street Geat Barrington, MA 01230 Dear Friends, River Walk owes each of you a debt of gratitude for your great contribution to our project. Between removing invasive goutweed, planting native geum plants, and maintaining […]