The very act of breathing had become a psychological hurdle for some of the women I encountered this summer. Hampered by societal and self-imposed pressure to take up less space and essentially become concave, I know women who suck their bellies in when they take a breath.
Once the ballot is marked, the clock-wise circumnavigation of the room continues. The poll warden pauses her knitting to ceremoniously slide open the giant, locked, wooden ballot box and slide it shut again.
We’re piloting a program this year to welcome high school students from the mainland, or from other island communities, to our school to take advantage of our tiny student to teacher ratios, hands-on and experiential programs, arts offerings, and supportive environment…We have room for up to three more students! Ask me how!
This is my twelfth Knowledge Fair at North Haven Community School, and one of the best, in my opinion.