I’ve just been given an island. I can take whatever I want there, but once on the island, I can’t leave. Who and what would you bring? What are the rules?
I really don’t want the island. As wonderful as being isolated from all the chaos and chatter of our modern world sounds today, in a couple days — maybe a week — I would be stifled, climbing the walls to get off the island. I could write rules that say everything would change out; people would stay a week and then they would have to replace themselves. Same with books and such. Or I could say that if I bring a dog, he would never get sick and never die. But even in a fantasy world, that seems like it would be cheating, like I didn’t plan well enough to live and thrive on an island. And moving to an island to begin a long, slow death one day at a time just doesn’t seem like much of a deal.
So, I reject the “paradise” island with the sand and the sun most people picture in their heads. My island is a college quad in the middle of a large city.
When you think about it, stepping onto a college campus melts away the large city you left behind and hugs you with green grass, large stately building and a that feeling of.. can’t find the words right now. If I could never leave, then I would want a constant flow of new ideas and fresh faces coming onto my island. I would want to have conversations with people fresh off the high school boat as well as those who have been piloting the barges for decades. I would want to retreat into the silence of dimly lit university hallways at 3:00 am for a stroll. I would want to be in the middle of a homecoming pep rally with a university band playing a rousing fight song. I would want to join in an impromptu theatre performance on a patch of grass. I would want to read a book in the grass under a shade tree. And some days, I would just like to sit in the sun and people watch.
But mostly, I would write a rule that there are no rules except that we all respect each others’ ideas, no matter how wacky they may seem. And be kind to each other.
And don’t misuse apostrophes.
Here are a few “islands” I would not mind being marooned on:
Darlington Prep School in Roma, GA
I know, it is not technically a college but I like it cause it has that Harry Potter Hogwarts feel. Maybe if I link to them, they will let me teach there when I retire.
This blog post is part of a blog-off series with a group of bloggers from different professions and world views, each exploring a theme from his/her world view. This was about “living on an island for the rest of your life.” To explore how others handled the theme, check them out below. I will add links as they publish.
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