How Seasons Affect Our Perception of Time

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Warm summer days, the sweat building between your fingers as you carry cardboard boxes that hold your belongings. Tired legs carry them up the stairs to set them down in the room you will settle in for the coming year. Windows open at night, fan blaring in need of the cool air, to be closed in the morning in hopes of obtaining that temperature. We know it all starts with the smell of the air.

Soon, the boxes are fully unpacked, and the windows stay closed for most of the day, rarely too warm to open them. This is the time of year when everything is in motion. Sports are starting to kick into the depths of their season, and the wind is turning colder by that day. We are all longing for a break when the snow is up to our kneecaps, and knowing we are halfway done.

Footsteps lead the way to the doors of the school, where everyone is returning from a needed break. Even with the heat low, the rooms can get toasty after two weeks. The windows are then cracked.

The big ‘N’ on the mats by the door is faded with mud from the melting snow. Moral hangs low with the seasons ending and the groggy weather outside. The windows stay closed to all unless you like the sound of rain. We all feel the weather changing, everything sprouting.

Finally, the sun is out. And the windows are back open. Outside, you can hear laughter and competition in the spring games. The smell of rain still lingers, but morale is up now. We are in between the hardship of a losing season, and for many of us, thinking about graduating. This is the time we enjoy the most.

Finally, the day has come. The weather is warm again, but the cardboard boxes are being packed. Our hands were sweaty as we retreated downstairs and placed them gently in the back of the cars. The last walk upstairs was to do final checks, and this is when you close the windows for the last time.

The Power of Presence

Eliza Quackenbush ’25. Photo by Mr. Michael Aldridge.

The final buzzer sounded, and my skates slowed as I neared the net in my best attempt to keep our season alive for one more game. The sound of the other team cheering on the bench and pouring onto the ice. They made it to the finals, and I had just played my last period of Northwood hockey, ever.

The silence in the locker room was deafening, a silence that was soon broken with soft sobs and the sound of heartbreak. It wasn’t just the loss that made for these tears, but the fact that leaving this locker room would mean taking off the Northwood jersey I had worn with pride for the last three years. There was nothing like it.

After a time, players began to pack their bags and leave the locker room, never to be with that group again. Soon, there were 6. The six who couldn’t bear to take their jerseys off, the six who sat in the locker room and cried, who talked and made jokes, then cried some more. We were present with each other, and it will stay a moment I will never forget.

This is the power of presence. How being connected and intent with the people you are with creates a bond that makes the last so much harder. The last game, period, second. The previous locker room songs, warmup, and bus rides. And being able to appreciate these things when there are no more makes you grateful that you were present when it was in action.

Be present with your friends, no matter what stage of life you are in. Be present with your family and acknowledge how much they have done for you. Be present with yourself, know your feelings and intentions towards everyone, and how you want to be portrayed. Be present with life and appreciate all you have, and know that the harder the goodbye, the more present and connected you were. And there is nothing more powerful than having something so good that it hurts to say goodbye.

The 2024-25 Girls’ Hockey Team. Photo by Mr. Michael Aldridge.

The Privilege of Having People to Miss

Eliza Quackenbush ’25. Photo by Mr. Michael Aldridge.

I was 16 years old when I left home. I got on the plane, a one-way ticket to New York, where everything was about to change. I missed my family. I felt alone. But looking back on it, I am so lucky to have had the privilege of missing them so deeply—the pain and sorrow of knowing they are not near you. But because of this, I was able to move forward. I wanted to do it, to know that that sorrow couldn’t beat me.

I was 17, gearing to head back to school for another year, then the tears hit. I was leaving my best friend behind. She was stuck there, hurting, and it hurt me. Being able to go was something I had let slip through my fingers; the time had crawled to the finish line, but it felt like a sprint. She has been there every step of the way. And I have the privilege of missing her.

I am 18, in the last three weeks of my senior year. With so little time left, I wanted to write about this place and the people who have made it what it is to me. So, thank you. May this forever be a place where our spirits run high and our tears run low. Where we continue to grow alongside each other, never knocked down but always reaching for the sky. Thank you for being the place I have called home for the past three years, taking me in and lifting me up. Northwood, you have done so much for me. You gave me my dream; you’ve given me love and joy, and most of all, you’ve given me the privilege of having people to miss. And that is irreplaceable.

As I leave, I want everyone to know that even though the time feels long, don’t take any of it for granted. I don’t want to say it, but we will never live this life again. We will never be able to experience this bliss with our friends. But be present, be kind, be known, and most of all, be grateful for the privilege of having friends you will always miss exceptionally.

Girls Hockey Headed to Playoffs: A Reflection

The Girls’ Hockey team huddles before a game in Lake Placid. Photo: Mr. Michael Aldridge.

There is nothing more competitive than playoff hockey, and the known rivalries within the league make it more exciting. The Northwood Girls Hockey team will face Stanstead College twice at home the weekend before all eight teams start the journey to Canton, MA. The building will surge with energy as the team steps onto the ice. With the last two games going one and one, a battle is on the line.

Let us talk about hockey for a second. The indescribable efforts from each girl every day. The willingness to compete and show up for the team, to make each other better on the ice, in the classroom, and throughout all of life, and most importantly, wearing the Northwood jersey with pride day in and day out. The early morning skates are hard to get up for; it is hard to find the will to work that early in the morning, but here we are, having just completed the 80th practice of the year, and everyone is giving their all for it.

As we head into the final parts of our season, the details of the game are being highlighted. The value is there, the time spent and drive to work are there, we are ready. For many of the seniors, this time has heightened emotion for everyone, but there has never been a point where it has affected anyone’s mental or physical game. The thought of it all ending is devastating, as hard as it is to get up in the morning, there is no other group we would want to do it with.

As we enter the next two weekends, we are all filled with confidence and knowledge and are ready to go. The girls who will be returning are ready to work for their seniors, and the seniors are ready to work for them. To work for something bigger than themselves and leave Northwood with a title it has never seen before.

The Power of Movement

Something I have been told my entire life is to get outside. In the summer, when my eyes were tired, but the sun was bright, my mother would come tell me to go out, play with the neighbors, go to the park, You are not allowed back inside unless you need something for the next hour. An hour would turn to two, and soon, I would burst through the front door with one of my friends from the block, begging for a sleepover or to make a lemonade stand. I always groaned and resisted when she would tell me to get off the couch, but looking back, I am so glad I was not left sitting there.

This is a perfect example of the power of movement and how the most minor actions, like standing up and walking outside, can make a difference in someone’s day. I have always been an active person, and it has done so much for me over the course of my life. As middle school rolled around and the girl drama began, I would leave the conversations and play football, sand trap, or anything to get me moving and my mind away from the pointless acts to put others down. This can be a trend for anyone. The way fitness and movement are advertised is through scientific research on endorphins. When the body is in a high heart rate state, endorphins are released in the brain, giving the same feeling as eating candy or drinking water when thirst is heightened, and many people look for ways to release stress in a positive and healthy way.

Tying the two together, let us look at human behavior. Over the course of a human lifespan, there are three stages. Childhood, adolescence, adulthood, and elderly state. When you are a child, there is an unprecedented pattern for movement; no rules or patterns; you are just a kid. Playing in the yard and riding your bike. Now, as you get older and age into early and middle adulthood, movement is something you must build into your life. As it varies for everyone, most people will not be playing a professional sport or career. There is a time and a place where exercise and movement must be incorporated. Finally, as you move into the elderly stages of your life, due to physical and mental factors, movement slows down but still has the same effect.

No matter what stage of life you find yourself in, how many sports you play, or how much time you spend outside, you must understand how even insignificant amounts of physical movement can release endorphins in your brain to activate a calmer, less stressed state of mind. Nothing is more important than being able to concentrate on the priorities in life. Movement is powerful because it allows the mind and body to work in unison to do so.

Humans of Northwood: Jake Shingles ‘25

“My dad used to always say to me, ‘Whether you think you can or think you can’t, you’re right.’ Growing up, I found out he stole that directly from Henry Ford. But that quote gave me persistent motivation and the mentality that I still carry up to this day to be as successful as I am on the ice and in the classroom. I have found that over time, this has been a lesson I have had to learn, not just hear through my upbringing. Knowing that my mentality plays such an influential role in my everyday life, I would feel scrambled without the ability to recognize when it is taking a negative turn. This is especially key for me when it comes to hockey, and it is one of the biggest reasons I have reached the level of competition that I have. Trusting in my mind gives me the confidence to play without hesitation, and I will forever thank my dad for giving me this.

“When being asked what part of Northwoods culture I would miss the most, the first thing that came to mind is the student life. Everybody knows everybody, and there is never someone you cannot say hi to or have a conversation with, whether you are in the halls or in the living room. It is something special that I have not seen anywhere else, and I will remember it dearly after moving on from school. And most people you talk to at Northwood would say the same thing. There is such a feeling of inclusivity and an underlying understanding that you are kind to the people around you. I hope that in my following experiences, I can be a part of something with that level of valued respect again.

“If I were to advise my younger self, I would tell myself to use adversity as motivation. When I was younger, I was not the brightest and got into loads of trouble. Instead of using it to better myself, though, I felt sorry for myself, halting my maturation and ability to grow as a person. When looking back on this, I wish I had realized that there is always a way to grow, and in a positive way. I was not stuck, and all it took was me realizing the potential I had to push my motivation. I would further this advice by saying that no matter what comes your way, no matter how many times you fail, the only thing that will allow you to give up is you. Use these failures as motivation, and do not let them diminish you. Nothing is standing in your way if you believe you can obtain it.”

As told to Eliza Quackenbush ’25. Photo by Mr. Michael Aldridge.

Humans of Northwood: Hilary Wilkin ‘25

“Everything happens for a reason; that is what my parents have always told me. This is a line I consider when there are obstacles in my life. I understand they are there for a reason: to teach me how to adapt. No matter where or what situation I am put in, that is always in the back of my mind. It plays into all parts of my life, whether with people, school, sports, or family. Knowing that everything is occurring, good or bad, is there for a reason. No matter the intensity, I will come out of it with either a positive or a lesson.

“I have always been taught to put my best foot forward. No matter what situation I am in, something positive can always come out of it. When coming to Northwood, I knew I wanted to pursue hockey at a higher level, but as it came time to leave, I felt nerves setting in. I left home at 14, and while I have no regrets about it, there are days when I miss home more than others. When coming to Northwood, I knew the goal was to play Division 1 college hockey, and with that in my future, I am proud to say that I have completed one of many goals. However, I was raised in a way where I was never taught to be satisfied, where no matter what I have accomplished, there is always another level to get to. Always be humble, but do not let anything get in the way of your dreams. I think about this often and use it as motivation when the days are long and exhaustion is setting in.

“Northwood has brought more surprises and more people into my life than expected. I always figured I would make friends here, but I had no idea they would turn into my family. There are so many ways I could describe my gratefulness for the people here, and in saying that, the goodbyes to come and those that have gone are hard. Saying goodbye to your best friends and wishing them well in college is no easy feat, and then turning around and saying goodbye to the people who will still be here is another hard step. There are so many things that come with goodbyes, but when I think about the end of the school year and having to get ready to leave for college, I reflect on the Winnie the Pooh quote that states, “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” This always reminds me that no matter where I am going or however my life will change, I have people in my corner who have made goodbyes hard, and that is a precious thing to hold on to.”

As told to Eliza Quackenbush ’25. Photo by Mr. Michael Aldridge.

The Power of a Handshake

Eyes meet eyes, a firm grip. Show that you care about the person you are shaking hands with. There are a lot of opinions when it comes to shaking someone’s hand and how different it would be based on the person. To me, the fundamentals stay the same: eyes meet eyes, firm grip, this equals respect.

You can tell a lot about someone by how they shake your hand. A strong handshake shows they are engaged in meeting or reconciling with you. A loose one shows the lack thereof. Eyes darting can implement the ideation that they have more important things to worry about or that there is some unimportance to meeting you. When I was growing up, there was always an upheld expectation of respect, and the start of that was shaking someone’s hand and shaking it well. When asking Howard Runyon to elaborate on this, he states, “I do not like that sort of limp handshake, a dead fish as to say. However, on the other end of that, someone who comes on with too much intensity has been raised to impress. Right in the middle seems correct to me, genuine, not forced.”

The mark of an intense handshake resembles force, whether that be physical or mental. A different feeling comes with someone who has a firm but well-intentioned handshake and comfort in their maturity, the elegance that proceeds with eye contact. It shows respect, and there is nothing more justifiable than feeling respected the first time you meet someone. Lily Pratt says, “I have met many people throughout my life, but when being approached with a firm handshake, I feel as though the person I am meeting intends to know something about me.” Along with Lily’s opinion, Autumn Kelly follows a similar one, stating, “There have been many instances where I have found myself in situations to meet new people, coming to Northwood being an example of that. When being able to shake someone’s hand, which was meaningful, I felt more welcome, thinking they found themselves wanting me there.”

Now, this being an opinion piece, the answers will continue to vary no matter who you ask. However, this is a theme, at least on the Northwood campus. A firm, well-intentioned handshake is a meaningful one. Make every introduction or goodbye meaningful.

Humans of Northwood: Laura Dyke ‘25

“My mother always told me, ‘Bet on yourself’. For better or for worse, this has always been something I think about. What she says to me is a lesson I will carry with me and something I refer to in times of doubt. Often, in hockey, I say it to myself. A pick-me-up mantra, whatever you want to call it, reminds me to keep digging deeper for them. I am someone who has always been taught the rights and wrongs through the lessons of life and my family’s guidance. In coming to Northwood, I had to use these intuitions to set myself up where I wanted to be.

“I live in St. Johns, Newfoundland, and it is cold for those who do not know. Now, coming to Lake Placid and experiencing winter here, it is not any warmer. I have enjoyed many things about living here, but my favorite has to be the walks to town to get Starbucks and how much there is to experience with the people around you. We often take for granted the joy of living with our best friends. Being able to live down the hall from some of the people you care most about is something to cherish deeply.

“When I think about next year and playing hockey at RIT, the first feeling that comes to my body is excitement, instantly followed by fear. It is normal to be scared to move on, but with that comes a sweet sorrow for leaving Northwood. I spent most of this year taking everything in with more grace. Hearing the words “our last first” of this and that has been eye-opening. Our last first practice or our last first home game makes me truly thankful for the time I have already spent here.

“If there were one thing, I would tell anyone reading this article to take the time to appreciate the people around you, no matter what grade you are in. I mean this for your friends, peers, teachers, and coaches. It does not matter if you are a first-year student or a senior; this time will fly by in the blink of an eye. Enjoy every second of it.”

As told to Eliza Quackenbush. Photo by Mr. Michael Aldridge.

The Power of Time

What does this mean? How does time change the way we view life and all experiences? Does time make us more secure in the memories we have? Time is something that never stops, as the earth spins, time goes on.

We age, our dogs and cats age, our grandparents get older, and our years feel shorter. As a child, all you can think about is the next important thing. The next birthday or getting to double digits, and then when that happens, you would do anything to rewind time and go back, even for a second. To smell the grass on a warm summer day coming home from a camp you told your mom you did not want to go to. To read that book for the first time again and feel a sense of belonging within those pages. The same way you felt when you read it in your elementary school library at 11. To run around the house trying to find your mom to show her the fort you made with the neighbors, anything to make her proud. Even when you scrape your knee learning to ride that bike, all you want is for your mom to tell you it will be okay to kneel on that pavement with you and simultaneously exist in that moment. For her to be proud that you tried. Reaching into those teenage years, longing for that need to make her proud like she was that day. Since then, you have been doing everything in your power to do so. Then you remember when you went to see a movie, and all you wanted was to be her on the screen, with the long blond hair and the perfect teeth. Seeing what you wanted of yourself, the jealousy? I was never quite able to achieve it, and I experienced judgment and sorrow from that one middle school year.

Then you find yourself thanking the time that it took away from you and led you to where you are now. A senior in high school admitted to a college where you would continue this journey of how to make your mom proud. But time is ticking, and months are counting down. The goodbyes are running through your mind, and the tears swell unforgivingly. The thoughts of saying bye to the people you now call home, and the place that has taught you more than its giving subjects but how to mature on your own. Time Is taking all this away from me; why was I once thanking it?

The power of time comes from the fact that you can never take it back. Time will never stand still, no matter how intense the experiences are. It will move right past without a second thought. There is no rhyme or reason, but time is unforgiving. Then we think… what if time stood still? Would you be able to cherish these moments knowing they will last forever; would they mean anything at all? Considering all this, time gives us the power to love and last. Cherish those times you never want to end because knowing that it will be over soon makes them memorable. Remember the days of running through the sprinklers or jumping in the pool on the sweltering summer days when there was no other thought in the world in those moments? Remember it all, even now, because soon, time will make it a distant memory. Time is a trail to death, and it walks you through every moment you need to experience to grow. Time running out is a gift.

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