The cool light of a disused classroom (this at Mills) makes me long for summer school, and by association for the ruined red clay tennis court across the road from my prep school, the court belonging to a convent there in Santa Fe. I think of The Magus, John Fowles's mysterious novel about teaching school on the island of Spetses, south of Athens, full of summer sea and sun and lessons on life.
Things I’ve studied in the summer:
typing
handwriting
writing mysteries
ancient writing
painting Zen circles
British archaeology
Alpine archaeology
the Impressionists
tennis
Pilates
horseback riding
book publishing
French
photography
Healing Touch
Mallorcan cooking
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