ALUMNI

GIV Launches First Interdisciplinary Institute with Priority Admissions for Recent GIV Graduates!

 

The Special Topics: Farms, Food and Your Future Institute in summer 2013 is open to sophomores, juniors and seniors who have completed a GIV Institute in a previous year.  More information here.

Alumni Update

Breaking News:  Marlboro College Offers Scholarships to Governor’s Institutes of Vermont Graduates

Marlboro College is pleased to offer scholarships for students who complete a Governor’s Institute of Vermont. Students who apply and are accepted to the undergraduate program are eligible for a $5,000 scholarship in honor of their commitment to engaged learning and their great potential for contributing to the vibrancy of the Marlboro academic community.

 

For 65 years, Marlboro College has offered students a self-designed undergraduate degree program in the natural sciences, arts, social sciences, humanities and world studies. Currently, 300 students work closely with dedicated faculty and have an active voice in a small self governing academic community. Nestled in the foothills of southern Vermont, the Marlboro campus offers 300 acres of trails, streams, a small organic farm and greenhouse and forest preserves for intellectual exploration and outdoor activities year round.

 

For more information, go to www.marlboro.edu or contact Nicole Curvin,

Dean of Admissions at ncurvin@marlboro.edu or 802-258-9261.

 

Alumni Update

 

Georgia Parke, a Junior at Stowe High School, completed this piece while attending the Vermont Governor’s Institute on the Arts. Inspired by the prompt “Perhaps it was the clams…” Georgia combined her irrational fear of the ocean with ideas of conformity and, conversely, standing out in the crowd.

Perhaps it was the clams
who stole the
burdensome pearl
from the longer green oyster
who couldn’t hold a note underwater
if its place in the sand depended on it.
Perhaps it was the solemn starfish
who choked on
seaweed
when the old man threw it headfirst
back into the reef.
Perhaps it was the foreign snorkeler who,
lovesick seasick
adventuresome pride,
started to drown when
she lost sight of the sky
and was saved
by the underwater mountain that drew
blood from her toes.
Perhaps it was those bittersweet
lullabies
that taught children to
fear the depths of the sea.
Fear the tide!
Fear the figures pushing you away
from the walls and into the
middle of the carpet the
middle of the room the
middle of the ocean where
you can swim on your own with
nothing
to assist you but the muscles in your legs
you grew from running back and forth
away from the rising tides.
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