Our Voices

Aerie In Upper School

July 21, 2019

Students share the opportunities of the Aerie Approach. Want to learn Debate? Be in the Model UN?  Explore your passion for learning with us. Read More

Neuroplasticity and ‘Annoying’ Questions

July 19, 2019

What does Wheeler’s new “Learn our Powers” mission statement, big questions, diversity, and neuroplasticity have to do with each other? The short answer is lots. The slightly more detailed answer is all the things that make teaching and learning at Wheeler, especially in the Middle School, engaging and vivid. Read More

Student Voice: Laila Mirza ’19

July 19, 2019

While in France studying with School Year Abroad, junior Laila Mirza wrote this reflective piece about being Muslim in America.  Her favorite classes include Politics and European History, and she eventually wants to be an international relations lawyer and, hopefully, work at the United… Read More

Student Voice: Maya Pensa ’19

June 21, 2019

Thinking about her joint Italian and Indian heritage, senior Maya Pensa ’19 delivers the morning address to students in Grades N-5 at the 2019 Lower School Unity & Diversity Day. “You are not 50 percent Indian and 50 percent Italian,” said Ammamma, as the two of us knelt down and… Read More

Student Voice: Junia Janvier ’19

June 21, 2019

Junia writes of her Haitian identity in this poem published in The Quill, Wheeler’s 100+ year-old literary magazine. Sometimes, I think of my mother. And when I say think, I mean I think. Mwen panse de Manman. I think of sacrifice — I picture her fresh-faced, new to New… Read More

Into The Woods We Must Go

May 25, 2019

I am following a line of 3 year-olds into the woods.  Their feet hit the soft carpet of leaves and pine needles with an energetic rhythm not yet syncopated to their fellow walkers as most older hikers would do. They are led — and also followed… Read More

The Need of Being Versed In Farm Things

May 25, 2019

As I follow the stretch of pavement that leads to Fire Pond, tall, powerful trees loom over the path, guarding this hidden paradise like armor.  The laughter from my classmates emerges from the forest; they are at the peak of pure happiness. They may be walking out onto the meager… Read More