Emma Rubinson, Semester 36 alum, sat down with us to speak about her recent experiences as a fashion designer in New York City. After getting her BFA in fashion design from Washington University in St. Louis, Emma now lives in New York City working as a fashion designer, textile artist, and content creator. We […]
Written by: Rafa, Coby, John Hello all! From March 7-17, 2023, the students of HMI Semester 50 immersed themselves in another expeditionary journey. This time, donning backcountry Telemark skis, packs, and many, many insulated layers and towing sleds behind laden with provisions fit for ten nights in the still frosty mountains, they entered the backcountry
My name is Ryder Pond, and I am a 17-year-old from North Carolina who recently graduated from high school. I attended the High Mountain Institute (HMI) during Semester 47. Now, I’m excited to take on the challenge of thru hiking the Appalachian Trail. The Appalachian Trail is a 2,190-mile footpath that runs through 14 eastern states from
Written by: Coby, Suzanna, Vy Lan, Elizeth, Max, & Stella From January 29 to February 9, 2023, the students of High Mountain Institute (HMI) Semester 50 explored the spectacular Utah canyon country with each other, their instructors, and their own selves only a handful days after arriving and meeting each other! Several among them opted
Written by: Martine In our English class we have been discussing the definition of poetry. We talked about how poetry is different from other forms of writing. We learned that poetry is a metaphor, depicting the world around us and intricate human emotions. I wonder also about the definition of a poet. This is a
Journal Entry by: Tavi I wake up every morning wondering when I’m going to do my laundry. I climb down the jungle gym that is my top-bunk stairs. And I walk around to my shelf and wonder, which of the three pairs of shorts that I brought should I wear today. Then there’s the funny
Written by: Ava, Jess, Joey, Mary, & Caleb Group A: Third Exped was in the Bears Ears National Monument in Utah. On the first night we arrived at our slickrock campsite and set up camp by the bus. That night greeted us with forty to fifty mile winds that blew over our tarp multiple times
Written by: Becca Katz, former HMI Dean of Students & Spanish Teacher For me, it was Lowes Creek. My house was on a road on the outskirts of town, nested in a forest. I used to walk into the woods, cut through my neighbors’ yard, pass their beehive, and shuffle down a steep hill to
Written by: Kate, Marni, Noa, Nikhil, & Annie Group A: Group A’s journey began with a ten hour bus ride to Dark Canyon. The bus was sweltering, but the AC was too pungent to bear. Little did we know that this heat would be mild, and the smell would not compare to our own odors
