A Gould Thanksgiving – Reflections of a Parent-Alumnus

November 30, 2016

A thoughtful and touching reflection of Gould life and gratitude from current parent and Gould alumnus Sam Adams ’77, P’18.


Someone once wrote that “time is nature’s way of keeping everything from happening all at once.” Whoever wrote that never experienced the final days of a Gould fall trimester. Everything does happen at once, and at high speed. Classes conclude, final games are played, exams are studied for and taken, papers are handed in, sleep is deprived, and dorm rooms descend into chaotic scenes of books, paper, spilled snacks, and laundry. These are stressful times, but they are also some of the best: roommates reveal quirks, teachers get a little punchy, friends say and do hilarious things to blow off steam, and trips to IGA become a ritual. I know. I’ve lived it. 

As a parent, I get to live it again each year. I know that everything finally reaches a crescendo with the last hour of work and then, suddenly, it’s vacation. All the tired Huskies go home, perhaps laden with laundry but certainly laden with stories and memories of their other home in the mountains. They are thankful for the break, and their parents are thankful to have them home. At long last, it’s Thanksgiving.

The first days of break are sacred to sleep, food, and hanging out—in that order. The parent who hopes to debrief a returning Gould student will usually be met with a polite mumble and an inquiry about food or seeing a movie. It takes time for them to recover sleep and decompress. But slowly, over chores or errands or at Thanksgiving itself, the Gould stories will come out. Stories about a class, or mountain day, or a friend, or a game, or a performance. Stories that are really about learning, challenge, laughter, character, and community. 


But slowly, over chores or errands or at Thanksgiving itself, the Gould stories will come out. Stories about a class, or mountain day, or a friend, or a game, or a performance. Stories that are really about learning, challenge, laughter, character, and community. 


While my son talks about his Gould, I listen and reflect on my own Gould stories. I’m reminded of how much the school continues to give – to students, parents, alumni, and to Gould’s wider community. I’m also reminded how thankful I am to my own parents for making Gould possible for me, and of my gratitude to all who have made Gould what it is today and what it promises for the future. It’s a Gould Thanksgiving.

Sam Adams ’77, P’18

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Sam Adams ’77 with his son Nick ’18, and wife Kelly on Fall Parents and Family Weekend.

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