As the boat slowly tows her through the clear blue Caribbean waters, Catherine Booker ’08 (M.E.S.) simply clicks a counter for every conch she sees. Things, however, are a little trickier after the fieldwork is done: when she has to figure out how to protect a disappearing species that – steamed, breaded and fried – is
17 St. Philip Street, the Former International House When I moved into the International House back in 1994, it was only the third international thing I’d seen. The other two were the IHOP and the Bahamas. So, when my mother finally pulled away, I was pretty freaking excited to get into the International House and make
by Lindsey Jones ’05 photography by Jörg Meyer Carol Hannah Whitfield ’07 rose from relative anonymity to full-blown stardom on one of cable television’s top competition reality shows. Do you know about Carol Hannah’s sweet tooth?” calls out fellow designer Logan Neitzel. “She likes cookies.” “Does she eat cookies while she’s making dresses?” I ask,
Johnnie Baxley III ’92 came to the College in part due to the generosity of others. The scholarships he received made his education affordable and enabled him to continue on to law school and begin a successful legal career – in which he helped found his current law firm, which has grown to be one
Lining the walls and spread out all over the floor of the slightly rusting, 40-foot-long shipping container are various sizes and shapes of cherry, oak, cedar, poplar and pine. The container is so full of wood, there’s barely enough room to walk inside and look around, almost impossible to take it all in. One thing
Emily Roos ’00 has her target in sight. She knows what she’s after. She’s taking aim. All it took was one kung fu class, and her direction was clear. And so she steered straight for Washington, D.C., home to some of the best martial arts training and competing in the nation. “Martial arts provide me
It was supposed to be a quiet day. Like the day before and the day after. Like every day in the small, rural town of Bishopville, S.C. Just five days before, the residents had gathered in a standing room–only ceremony to witness what was a pretty big deal in these parts: Socrates “Sonny” Ledda ’97
She’ll never go hungry. Not so long as she can run wild, at least. On a late-winter romp through the forests of Vashon Island, Wash., Jayne Simmons ’86 is collecting all kinds of woodland specimens for consumption and betterment of health. “Eat a nettle. Try a violet. This is sorrel. It tastes a little sour.”
It’s that small moment between dawn and day, dusk and dark. It’s the mosquitoes swarming, the heron hunting, the frogs chirping. It’s the subtle rustle picking up in the trees’ leaves. The precise cast in that secluded spot. The slightest flick of the wrist, the faintest flutter of the fly. Every fisherman knows it’s the
Watch out, she’ll go medieval on you. And that’s a good thing. English professor Myra Seaman is co-editor of postmedieval: a journal of medieval cultural studies, a quarterly publication of scholarship that applies contemporary methodologies, such as eco-criticism, scientific approaches and disability studies, to produce new understandings of the Middle Ages. “In our journal, we
