-by Krista Taylor
“Scientific observation then has established that education is not what the teacher gives; education is a natural process spontaneously carried out by the human individual, and is acquired not by listening to words but by experiences upon the environment.”(Maria Montessori)
Imagine, if you will, forty-five 8th graders waiting for a plane to depart. A woman asked if we were all “taking a vacation.”
“It’s not a vacation,” exclaimed Sabelle, “it’s an EXPERIENCE!”
She couldn’t have said it better. The trip we take with our 8th graders each May to Pigeon Key, Florida is an experience. This year I had the opportunity to go on the trip for the first time, and I can only describe it as life-changing . . . for my students . . . and for me.
I have been on powerful multi-day field experiences with my students many times before, but nothing compares to this one.
It is so much more than a field trip. What is it exactly? It seems impossible to properly capture the magnitude of this trip – the awe and wonder, the beauty, the precious time. So what is it? Here’s my best answer.
It is an immersive marine biology study.
It is a hands-on exploration of human impact and the critical importance of conservation of our natural world.
It is a time for students to face personal challenges and to reflect on their growth.
It is an opportunity for students to develop and demonstrate leadership skills.
It is a rite of passage marking the conclusion of junior high and the readiness to move on to high school.
Perhaps Qualey’s words, taken from her journal, best capture what it is that students are seeking from this experience.
“Hopefully I change on this trip to be a better person. I’m really trying to think positive, so I can come home with a new attitude and learn how to love myself.”
Over and over again, the most powerful moments for me were the opportunities to view the experiences on this trip through my students’ eyes and to witness their transformative power. The only way I can properly capture that is by sharing students’ written journal reflections and their spoken comments.
(Note: Although, there were 45 students on this trip, the majority of the student comments in this post were written by those in my “grading group.” I believe that they are an accurate reflection of the thoughts and feelings of all the students. While we generally use pseudonyms to protect students’ privacy, in order to be able to give them credit for their written work, names in this post have not been changed.)
For many of our students, this was their first experience on a plane. During the days leading up to the trip, they shared their fears about what could happen on the flight. As we settled into the aircraft on the morning of the trip, I could see the anxiety on their faces, even though most of them were trying to conceal it. Our group was split up, so many students were sitting with strangers. How I wished that I could be seated next to each of them – to provide reassurance and to watch their eyes grow wide as they went above the clouds for the first time.
The poem that Hadiyah wrote in her journal that evening best captures the worry, wonder, and exhilaration that so many of them experienced.
“Her hand was steady and safe
Replacing my mom and dad at the same time for small moments.
Rising turned the clouds into grass and the people into ants.
Laughter crowded the aisle way;
Familiar voices taunted my ears.
I awed as the sky never seemed to end.
Imagination flooding my mind —
It was impossible to pull my eyes away,
Ground like a hot wheel track beneath me,
Clouds casting giant shadows that I never noticed before.
The higher we went the more of a map I saw,
While voids of clouds all over
Making me feel like a drawing on a piece of paper.
The sky never seeming to end,
Glancing at my peers seeing their excitement and glee.
Time seemed to go slow
Stretching out every moment
The pain in my ears traveling to my head
What a lovely flight of mine
What a lovely time of mine”
It is easy to minimize the level of challenge of a first flight, and the sense of pride that comes with conquering this fear. This is what Michael wrote about that experience, “When I got off the plane I felt a sense of accomplishment because it was my first time being on an airplane, and I conducted myself in a professional manner.”
Every time I looked at them on this first day, I felt as if my heart would simply burst with love. They were so open and vulnerable and tender. Such joy written on each of their faces. And finally, after 2 flights, a long bus ride, and a ferry trip, we arrived on Pigeon Key
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Pigeon Key is a five-acre island accessible only by boat, which is dedicated to marine research, education, and the preservation of the history of the island.
The island truly feels remote — like getting away from it all. It is, figuratively and literally, “off the grid,” getting its water from a pipe that runs along 7-mile Bridge (Henry Flagler’s extension of the old Florida East Coast Railway) — and 95% of its electricity from a solar array, with the remaining 5% coming from on-island generators.
Without the distractions of traffic, commercialism, and electronic devices, students were able to experience the natural world in a way that they had never done before.
Sam wrote, “The United Leaders group went out to the dock and did morning meeting. It was so peaceful on the dock. When I felt peaceful I finally got the feeling of where I was. I saw the sun rise over the water and the palm trees making gentle waveing motions, I felt so excited to be in the place I am.”
Practicing “solo time” is a regular component of our Montessori philosophy. It requires students to spend a period of time in silence. While they are generally in proximity to one another during this time, they are not permitted to interact. They may draw, read, journal, reflect, etc., but they may not do work or sleep. While we typically conduct solo time in the classroom, being on Pigeon Key allowed the experience to be so much richer. Students who often grumble about disliking solo time were begging to be able to do it longer. Many of them recorded their experience in their journals.
Nasiha: “I loved solo time because I got to look at the bright sky going down by the horizon. It was so beautiful. It made me feel so peaceful and calm. Usually I don’t like solo time because I never see the point, but now I like it because of the outside feel and the view.”
Cornell: “The solo time was literally the best solo time I’ve ever had. Like at first I was worried but then something helped me out, and I could really focus. It’s like you never notice how beautiful everything is with all the negativity around America and humanity. During the solo time I got to see nautical beauty and worry about nothing. It was like the first time I have been able to fully not worry about anything. It was pretty cool too, like I wanted there to be more time.”
“It was like the first time I have been able to fully not worry about anything.”
This was our classroom.
We had presentations on squid and shark – followed by dissections of each.
My favorite lesson, however, was on species commonly found in tide pool areas of the Florida Keys. We then went tide-pooling and had close encounters at the touch tanks with the creatures we found. The students utterly transformed during this. They were so full of joy and delight. I loved seeing them this way.
Within minutes of wading in the water, all the students were eagerly engaged in turning over rocks, investigating, identifying, and handling what they found . . . and just having fun together. The air was full of cries of: “Oooh look what I found.”
“Wait, what’s this?!”
“Look, that’s a big one!”
“Oh my God what’s that?”
The kids were far more successful at finding things than I was, but Arianna helped me out.
“Hey Ms. Taylor, these are those anemones that grab onto you when you touch them!”
“Look, touch them. They grab onto your finger!”
“Whoa! How did you know they would do that?”
“We learned about it in our lesson yesterday!”
At the touch tank: Michael didn’t want to handle anything. When I insisted, and held his hands while placing first a sea urchin and then a brittle sea star into them, he exclaimed, “I’m not even scared. . . Oh, yes, I am!”
While nocturnal tide-pooling, I overheard this priceless exchange between Destiny and Jermiah:
“I found a sea star!”
“No, WE found a sea star!”
“Well, I found it!”
“Well, I picked it up!”
Hadiyah described the impact of this lesson in her journal, “One thing that was a surprise for me was how fun the touch tank was. All the organisms were so cool. I wish I could have stayed with them forever.”
The Coral Reef
But snorkeling at Looe Key and Sombrero Reef were perhaps the most intense experiences of the entire trip. We had been preparing for this for months, but our work began in earnest with snorkeling practice on our first day on Pigeon Key. Although a few students were ready and willing to jump right in and use their snorkel gear, many others were not. We had a few non-swimmers, and some who had never been to the ocean before.
Cornell was initially fearful just walking in the shallows – he held my hand, and we had to countdown from 10 and go underwater together in order to get him to get his head wet. The PK staff worked intensely with him and within 30 minutes we heard, “I’m doing it! I’m swimming!”
Next, it was time to jump off the dock with snorkel, mask, and fins – demonstrate being horizontal with face in the water, and dive and clear a snorkel pipe. Cornell didn’t wait until the end of the group this time, and only needed a countdown from three. Off the dock he went. Thirty minutes earlier, he couldn’t swim and was nervous to wade!
But snorkeling at the reefs brought another level of challenge. We took a boat out to the site, which is in the middle of the ocean – no land anywhere to be seen. The water was deeper, and even in the shallow areas, in order to protect the coral, we were not allowed to stand. However, once we put out faces in, we were immediately immersed in an underwater world of colorful life.
All but one of our 45 students made it into the water. While snorkeling at Looe Key, we saw several fairly large reef sharks. As a result, a number of students didn’t stay in the water for very long on that first day.
They were disappointed in themselves, and most of them set a goal to spend more time in the water the next day at Sombrero Reef. Almost all of them did this, and experienced the pride that comes with meeting a challenge you’ve set for yourself.
Michael: “Another very powerful part of this trip was when we went snorkeling because I was very scared to even get into the water. This really changed my view on deep waters and swimming near dangerous animals because I didn’t want to stay in the water for one second on the first day, but on the second day, I was aggravated I even had to get out!”
Alvin: “At Pigeon Key I overcame my fear of snorkeling with sharks. I am most proud of myself for being gritty in everything I did down in Pigeon Key. It made me realize that I have to be gritty in everything I do in my life.”
Cornell: “The trip also helped me understand the beauty of the world. Like seeing all those fish and coral. I got so much salt water in my mouth from laughing/smiling when I saw how amazing everything was. It was amazing to just look at it for minutes and sort of just see natural beauty. It’s so beautiful, you know? The world where it’s natural and protected.”
Hadiyah’s Snorkeling Poem once again manages to express the many thoughts and feelings that snorkeling at the reef elicited.
“Fear crept up my spine
The water like a Gatorade blue
Acting like it had secrets to hide
The deepness threatening me
But under me, something filled with wonder
Jumping so quick I almost missed it
Switching snorkles as fast as people end relationships.
Drawing in excitement
Wanting to see everything I ever learned
Curiosity like a small child and a TV
Pain in my eyes and throat couldn’t stop me.
Not then, not ever
The type of beauty that could make a grown man cry
It gave a sense of courage.
A sense of passion.
Together one minute
Alone the next.
The thank yous
It felt like days under there.
Permanently burned in my brain
Fragments never to be forgotten
Having new friends
And cherishing them, all in three hours.”
Maria Montessori was right. True education “is acquired not by listening to words but by experiences upon the environment.” These lessons can’t be learned in the classroom.
On this trip, the students learned as much about themselves, and each other, as they did about the world around them. They had opportunities to view themselves, and each other, in a new light. They had fun together, and as they did so, they saw themselves changing and growing, and they saw strengths in one another.
Zakeerah’s journal noted a typical adolescent concern, and the tender way her peers took care of her.
“I was worried that no one would want to sit next to me on the bus, and then Dorey took my face in her hands and said, ‘You are a smart and beautiful person.’ If I could have blushed I would have. Then Takko sat next to me on the bus.”
Hadiyah: “I got to know Sam a lot more today. He is really chill and smart. I like that we are closer now. I already knew he was funny, just not THAT funny.”
Michael: “I was really skeptical about how I would fit in with the other 8th graders I didn’t really know. I think this experience really changed my outlook on a lot of things . . . This trip also helped me bond with a lot of my classmates, who I usually don’t talk to or haven’t really got a chance to know. I didn’t really take to heart not judging a book by its cover, but once I got to meet and bond with a lot of the other 8th graders in Pigeon Key, I felt like I had been lost because I could have found these people and talked to them earlier.”
And Qualey, who noted at the beginning of the trip that she hoped to learn to love herself, later wrote: “I don’t know, but today, I see myself changing in a good way, and I’m so proud of myself for growing up and trying to be a positive young lady.”
On this trip, I had the privilege of watching them grow up right before our eyes.
We hold a rite of passage ceremony on our final night on the island. (This ceremony is a well-kept secret at Gamble. Older students, even older siblings, don’t share the details of this ritual with younger students.) As a part of this closing celebration, students receive packets of letter from teachers and family members – each letter acknowledging the student for the gifts the writer sees in them. They read these letters during their final solo time. It is incredibly powerful for them.
Michael: “It was very impactful for me when I read my letters from the teachers and my family because it showed how much others appreciate me, and I never really knew that so many people actually cared about me. That really lit up my day because I was already a bit mad because I didn’t want to go home.”
Closing Ceremony Poem Excerpts
“I cried harder at each letter that filled my mind.
Before we were all blinded teenagers.
Thinking nobody cared,
Nobody could come close to understanding.
When everybody tried to.
Teachers crying, students crying
Everyone crying because
They really care for
Each other. Some tears
Of joy, other tears of
Disappointment or sorrow.
We’re being set free
Like baby birds finally
Learning to fly. Uncomfortable
At first, but later confident
Because we have the tools
We need to succeed in life.”
And There is Magic
The Pigeon Key trip is an intense week full of many, many powerful experiences. Each of these moments swirled together spark sheer and absolute magic.
One evening as we were preparing for bed, Qualey looked up at me and asked, seemingly out of nowhere “Ms. Taylor, Do you think I’m going to be ready for high school next year?”
And my response: “Oh, Qualey, I know you’re going to be ready for high school next year,”
There were so many vulnerable and tender moments like this. It was an absolute honor to get to participate in and witness students’ transformation. It is experiences like these that make teaching worth all the challenges. It is why teachers do what we do. We get to stand beside children, and to serve as their guides.
The school year ended mere days after returning to Cincinnati, and our two-year time together came to an end. These students will move on to our high school program next year. I will miss them.
This is Hadiyah’s response to what she would tell future students.
I feel the same way.
**This trip is a monumental opportunity for our students, but as you can imagine, it is quite expensive. The cost per student is $1,700. With 70% of our students eligible for the Federal Free Lunch Program, this amount is a significant hardship for many of our families. This year, we were able to provide upwards of $12,000 in scholarships through contributions made to the Gamble Montessori Foundation; however, even with that support, only about half of our 8th graders were able to go on the trip. My dream is that someday they will all get to go. If you are interested in helping with this, I am more than happy to provide further information about how to donate, and about how financial aid decisions are made. Feel free to contact me at email@example.com