Photos from Costa Rica


More from Costa Rica

A quick email from the rainforest of Costa Rica (15 students, 5 teachers and lots of monkeys):
Everything is great.  Again sorry that the correspondence is not more frequent.  Today is the 12th, just after 9 a.m.   Most of the groups have already been out for one session (5- 7 for Capuchins, 4! – 6 Howlers, etc.)    The dynamic is excellent.
I’d say it is that time of the movie between the end of the second act and the start of the third, where everyone can be found sprawled around camp doing the thing that they do.  Tom is strumming on a guitar in the boys cabin, Anthony is sleeping off an early morning Monkey hunt, several are swinging in hammocks, Willa is making a pastel rubbing of a leaf that was food for Howlers.  Mike Y is photographing a spider the size of your hand.  Georgia is catching a frog and making notes.   Down-time at the cabins.  And everyone is anticipating the next storm–imminent– and wondering whether there will be any chance to put on dry clothes before Los Angeles.   
We’ve shifted scheduling today to squeeze into the main cabin for the World Cup kickoff– Brazil v Croatia.  Even in the jungle we are deep in soccer country.
So the schedule:  13th leave for Tortuguerro 8am, night on beach, hope for sea turtles; 14th return after lunch.  15th and 16th, last proper days in the jungle.  They will include 1) night hike, 2) tubing down the river, 3) soccer with locals (sunday).  17th we leave for san jose from here, David (Renee’s number two– very reliable) has arranged the vans for us to get from hotel to airport in time for 7:41 departure on Delta.
Lots to say, lots to catch up on, the kids are remarkable.  We are in a lull right now, but the team of faculty have done a splendid job working together to keep things fresh, flexible, and engaging.  Otherwise there is always a chance that the heat and bugs and early mornings would get people down.   We are reminded daily, and often all together, of the joy of being here.  Picture John holding his bag over his head in a torrential downpour, a rope bridge crossing, the flutter of bats that take flight from a tree we decide to take a rest on, the fer de lance that Kayla, Kari and I spotted on an evening stroll.
Well lots of news.   If you reply in the next twenty minutes I should receive it now, otherwise after Tortugerro.   


Students in Costa Rica

Our rising 9th and 10th grade students have arrived in the Costa Rican rainforest for 2 weeks of initial research on monkeys, frogs and some sort of fungus!

Below, please find an email from Dean John Dewis:

“We are here, the phone is limited for emergencies and it won’t let me logon– I am writing from a dark cabin with the company of mosquitoes and howls of monkeys. It is extraordinary. Every one is SAFE, kids are healthy, happy and having a wonderful time. We spotted a giant sloth (Jane spotted him high in the trees from miles away) as well as a band of howlers and plenty of other things. Magical. We napped in hammocks after our first big trek, had a wonderful dinner, and are about to have an evening prep for tomorrow and everyone is very ready for bed.

In the works is a soccer game against locals. GO RED.

Love to all there.

I’ll email again in a few days, whenever i can get this thing up and running.

We are in excellent hands with Renee and the rest of the group at La Suerta.
Ten out of ten.


A Glimpse into English Class at ESLA

From the Desk of one of the Deans…

Fridays move quickly at ESLA.  The normal long blocks spread over two days are smashed together into the full run of all blocks in one day.

 Our “dean-team” meeting started a little late and finished a little late.  I went upstairs in a trance, a mental list of bullet points hardening in the mind, and sat at my desk.  All was quiet.  Too quiet?  Am I supposed to be someplace?  The clock on the wall is obviously not right-that would make me twenty minutes late to 8th grade English.  Oh no!

I grab my Norton Anthology and trot downstairs-still no whoops of mayhem-surely someone would have found me before the merry band gallivanted out to master ping-pong and play in traffic.

I cross the threshold of Room 2, and feel the way actors do when they decide to rub their eyes to check for clear vision.  A cluster of youngsters are circled in a pool of light by the big window.  Their Nortons lie open on their laps.  Will is asking Cindy what she thinks Emerson means when he says that travel is a fool’s paradise.  Nichole raises her head from her book, “Hi Mr. Dewis.”


“We’re having class.”

They look to me.

“I’m sorry I’m late-don’t let me interrupt.”

I take a chair and join the circle.  Thomas leans to me and says quietly, “We’re on the bottom of page 546.”

“Thank you.”

It is a dream of mine to stand up in the middle of class and walk out the door, knowing that, once ignited, the fire will continue to crackle without any need for a teacher.  I am suspicious of a teacher who is not delighted by the idea of her own obsolescence.  Some day, rest assured, we will be gone.

Cindy says, about the fool’s paradise, that Emerson is not objecting to all traveling, just some kinds.

A number of hands go up.  I am trying to keep from any outward show of emotion, like tears.  Raising hands is not a method whereby a teacher’s authority is reinforced by a show of patience and order.  It is the natural method whereby we can hear each person speak her mind, without fighting to be heard.  It doesn’t matter who calls on the hands, provided someone bothers to do it.  Will calls on Ben.

“Yes, it’s only if we travel to be amused.  Mr. Emerson says that we shouldn’t expect to find something that we don’t already carry with us.”

Will says, “I think we can call him Ralph.”

Thomas says, “But what does it mean that he has no ‘churlish’ objection to circumnavigating the globe, when he clearly doesn’t like it.”

Will: “Any volunteers to look up churlish in the big dictionary?”

I raise my hand.

“Thanks Mr. Dewis.”

I open the twelve-volumes-in-two Oxford English Dictionary with tiny print and read the definition for churl, old English for the domestic male correlate to wife, i.e. husband.  It has come to mean a simple, boorish person.  “So it seems,” I offer, “that Ralph thinks there are simple-minded reasons to object to travel, and then other, better reasons.”

Thomas pipes in, “But why does the bad kind of travel make us”-and he reads for the line- “grow old, even in youth among old things?”

Will says, “That reminds me of something Diana said a minute ago, about memory.”

Cindy continues, “Maybe travel is like remembering old things.”

And Thomas, “And that’s why he says here we bring ruins to ruins.  Isn’t that funny?  Ruins to ruins?”

And Cindy, “Doesn’t he call memory a monster?”

Dean is sitting on a narrow coffee table holding his knees, “No, he calls it a corpse.  A monstrous corpse dragged about from place to place.”

And Ben, “So travel is like memory, because when we travel places like Egypt and Greece we are visiting old places and remembering old things, like ruins.”

Walker: “And remember where he says it’s poison to look anywhere outside ourselves, I can’t find the place.  Isn’t that right, Mr. Dewis?”

“I can’t think of which place you mean specifically, but he is clear in saying we should never try to escape ourselves, and that travel might be just such a try.”

Anna is distraught: “But why is it so bad to want to get away from ourselves?  Sometimes it’s nice to have a rest, and to see other things!”

A great spontaneous objection-Emerson, for what it is worth, would be happy.  Class is over.  The assignment usually presents itself near the end of class.  “Your only assignment for the weekend is to do what Anna just did: find one thing you disagree with in Emerson’s Self-Reliance.  If he’s right about relying only on yourself, then we shouldn’t hang on everything he says.  And if he’s wrong, then we really shouldn’t hang on everything he says!  Identify the specific paragraph, why he thinks what he thinks, and why you disagree.”

It is an odd, rare little school.  Your children are loved here.  My dream was that I could walk out of class and that it would just keep running, not that I would stumble into class to discover I need not even turn up.  Now that the 8th grade has delivered my dream in the first month of school, I guess I’m going to have to dream bigger.

John Dewis,  Dean of Curriculum

Admissions 2014

ESLA offers several opportunities to get to know our community.  Please email to sign up for any of the events listed below:

Tours and Talks for Prospective Students and Parents: Meeting the Faculty and Staff at ESLA

Sunday, October 6th 3:00-5:00 p.m.

Tuesday, October 15th 4:30-6:00 p.m.

Saturday, November 9th 9:00-11:00 a.m.

Sunday, November 10th 3:00-5:00 p.m.

Coffee with the Head of School: An informal conversation for parents about life at ESLA.

Wednesday, October 16th 11:00 a.m.-noon

Wednesday, November 6th 11:00 a.m.-noon

Tuesday, November 19th 11:00 a.m.-noon

Other important dates:
Application and Financial Aid due on January 17, 2014
Decisions for 9-10th grade will be announced on March 7, 2014
Decisions for 6-8th grade will be announced on March 14



With a 5-1 record, our first season of ESLA basketball has been a great success.IMG_0899