By Andie Roeder Moody
Note: As web content manager and writer for University Marketing and Communications, I spend the majority of my days holed away in my office on Spaulding Avenue, writing about what鈥檚 happening across campus. A few weeks ago, I had the rare privilege to join some of our students and faculty for a writing and hiking retreat. I was there to observe, write about the trip, and teach. Below is my account of the weekend.
Read the students鈥� writing from the weekend .
CHICAGO (March 29, 2016) 鈥� It鈥檚 the Friday before midterms, and we鈥檙e loading up vans in the lot behind Burgh Hall. The students are discussing all the homework they鈥檒l be trying to disremember for the next few days. They don鈥檛 get credit for attending this, and it鈥檚 not mandatory. Students of all majors are welcome, but there鈥檚 a strong showing of English and philosophy majors. 鈥淭hey鈥檙e about to take on the final push before spring break,鈥� , associate professor of philosophy, tells me. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a breaking point in the semester where most of them could really use a rest. The trip is good for that.鈥�
On the six-hour drive to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, students sing, reminisce, and discuss philosophy. A few know each other already; most of them are breaking the ice. When we arrive at Covenant Point Bible Camp, just past the Wisconsin border, it鈥檚 been snowing all evening. The grounds are coated in a thick layer of powdery snow, and our van struggles to make it up the hill to the cabins. I didn鈥檛 anticipate having no cell phone service. The faculty make no apologies for that鈥攐r for the length of the drive. Though there are closer places we could hold the retreat, Covenant Point is special to them. It鈥檚 remote and wooded; it feels connected to a tradition of nature writers, whom they harken this weekend: Thoreau, Emerson, Dillard. To get to our sessions, we walk several minutes from where we鈥檙e staying to the isolated Nature Center, which is surrounded by trails and forest. Once there, we put our chairs into a circle around the fireplace, where one devoted student builds and tends the fire all weekend. For a few days, we get a slower pace of life than Chicago鈥攐r even other camps鈥攐ffer. Before long, no one misses their cell phones much. A student tells me she鈥檚 really enjoying not knowing what her friends are up to on Facebook.
Saturday and Sunday, our full days at the camp, are structured around meals and learning sessions, with time in between to write and two readings to share your work. Professor of Philosophy opens the retreat with a lesson on tracking animals. We walk around a snowy field and follow the tracks of rabbits and deer. Greg鈥攚hom the students refer to by first name鈥攕ends them off to track animals. He asks them to come back with a story: what the narrative of the animals鈥� movements might be. One group of students tracks the path of a rabbit they imagine to be a Rambo-style secret forest police officer. Another group finds tracks so big that the only imaginable solution is a Yeti. I suggest snowshoes; they are unconvinced鈥攁nd share a poem they wrote about the Yeti.
The lessons build off each other. A quote from Greg’s tracking session becomes a writing prompt for the day: 鈥淭he tracks tell you the story of what happened.鈥� Students read us their stories about tracks of all sorts鈥攕cars, train lines, tattoos, a friend鈥檚 suicide, a carpenter father鈥檚 hands. , professor of English, leads an experiential session on walking. (Listen to the students read their responses to her prompt .) After we eat dinner together, Karl teaches on his two passions鈥攑hilosophy and photography. We close the day by having students read a piece of published writing they enjoyed. On Sunday, I lead a session about how writing has allowed me to learn to pay attention to the world around me. , professor of English, follows me that afternoon with a talk about, essentially, finitude, which she called 鈥渢he dilemma of the day.鈥� Kristy and the authors she referenced offer one answer鈥攑lay.
This was perhaps the lesson that we were all learning most acutely that weekend. Though the sessions and the writing time were powerful and thought-provoking, what felt most remarkable was the shared experience. Afternoons spent鈥攆aculty and student alike鈥攖ubing carelessly down hills and pegging each other with snowballs. An evening when we took on the 鈥減olar bear plunge,鈥� which consisted of sitting in a sauna to get warm before jumping in the frozen lake. The students, in their invincibility, were so delighted with the feeling of the plunge that they did it two or three more times each. Kristy鈥檚 seven-year-old son, Caleb, reminding us all of how the world looked from a few feet lower, chiming in with a childlike perspective during heady conversations, and keeping us laughing. On our last day, a pack of us cross-country skiing and snowshoeing across the mile-wide lake to explore its islands, where we discovered yurts and giant swings. 鈥淚 think when you play together, it鈥檚 the best way to get to know each other,鈥� Markus Tenf盲lt, a , told me. 鈥淧eople relax when they have fun鈥攊t breaks down the barriers.鈥�
Several international students were on the trip, in part to improve their English. Some were self-conscious about sharing writing in their second language, but Kristy commended their work鈥檚 clarity, beauty, and strength. I agreed. 鈥淚nternational students don鈥檛 have a home to go home to during the breaks, like the Americans have,鈥� Axel Rejler, a Swedish exchange student, told me. 鈥淪o this is our chance to get off campus, calm down, and think.鈥� Looking around the snowy terrain, he said, 鈥淩eally, it looks like home. This could be Sweden.鈥�
But the weekend was more than recreation. There were chunks of time devoted to writing on your own, and the students took it seriously, preparing earnestly to share new pieces of writing on Sunday night. What they exhibited throughout the weekend in playfulness, they matched with vulnerability. One shared a poem about the shame he once harbored over his mother鈥檚 vocation as a home cleaner. Another, a ballad about surviving depression. Another, Bob Dylan-inspired lyrics about Swedish politics. The prompts given in all of our lessons were represented鈥攑oetry from a creative writing assignment Kristy gave, essays about walking. I cried as a student read her reflections about the power of paying attention. I鈥檓 not sure what I was expecting from the students鈥� writing, but what they shared throughout the weekend far exceeded it. I鈥檝e collected some of it , because I think what they wrote is beautiful and worth reading.
Students protested as we packed up our vans to head back to Chicago Monday morning. I wanted to protest too. Kristy calls this trip a 鈥渉igh-impact learning experience.鈥� Classroom time, writing, and exams are present at all universities, but this is the kind of thing that sets 草莓影视 apart. In exit interviews with seniors, she often hears the writing retreat brought up as a highlight and formative experience.
At the outset of the trip, a student told me he was thinking about transferring; he hasn鈥檛 been able to make good friends in his first year at 草莓影视. Over the next four days, I see a change in him as he learns and writes with his peers鈥攈e鈥檚 more open, happy, understood. I don鈥檛 know where he is in his decision now, but he did tell me the retreat was the most meaningful experience he鈥檚 had at 草莓影视 so far.
When asked to describe the weekend in one word, students said 鈥渞estful,鈥� 鈥減eace,鈥� 鈥渆motional,鈥� and 鈥渞ejuvenate.鈥� My word would be 鈥渃onnected.鈥� This, to me, is the heart of the weekend: connection. A college education is more than the sum of one鈥檚 syllabi or credit hours. It鈥檚 the connections of those things with other, memorable, cherished components鈥攃onversations, experiences, relationships, intellectual revelations. It鈥檚 the connections between disciplines: What does it look like to be a writer when you鈥檙e majoring in government? What does an adult life of balance and connection look like? What we began on the retreat with the students is a start towards what we hope they鈥檒l do throughout their time at 草莓影视 and beyond: live connected, think deeply, play, pay attention.