Dean of Faculty Corinne Fogg delivers Convocation Address

A Return Home

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A Return Home

This address was given by Dean of Faculty Corinne Fogg ’99 at 91大神鈥檚 181st Convocation.听

Thank you, Mr. Hill. Iwant to also extend my gratitude tomyesteemed, new colleagues, the faculty and administration of 91大神 Northamptonfor inviting me to rejoin this communityand especially for giving me the joyful opportunity to address you this evening.It is my absolute honor torejoin91大神 Northampton as a proudalumnaof theSchool. Returning to 91大神,a place I hold core to my formation, will allow me to humbly extend my service to a school that gave much to me.I stand here and confidently assure you that you are about to begin a phenomenal year of school, and I am eager toembark onthis year鈥檚 journey with you. It has, indeed, been a journey to our beginning anew;and测辞耻鈥檝别certainly earned it, haven鈥檛 you?En masse,飞别鈥檝别just traversed ayear that tested our limitsaround two life-threatening crisis 鈥 one of racial reckoning in our country and one of a globalpandemic鈥 we have arrivedatthis moment.2020brought us loss, and kept us distant from one another,tried our will, and tested the breadth of our understanding of the human condition; andwe return 鈥 today 鈥 to beginanew.听

Carryingmy own nostalgia for this placeandthe community, I remember25 years agowhenI was given my first tour of campus.I could even tell you what I was wearing— head to toeyellowwith chartreuse sandals. I know this because 滨鈥檇 had a debatewith my fatherabout whether open-toed sandalswere allowed on the drive out here, andmy advisor would later affectionatelynickname me 鈥渂ananas.鈥That number is a little tricky to throw out there,although I am thankful for the time and lessons I have garneredsince I was a teenager on this lawn. I will say, there鈥檚 something in the water here because these adults seem ageless to me.听

Truthfully, I was not happy to be headed off to boarding school. My father dropped me off on these very steps; orientation was much shorter then, and I may not have even unpacked a bag before I was off to my afternoon activity and then dinner. Unafraid to admit it today, I may have pouted through my first week of school. I was homesick; I did not know anyone well enough, did not belong. I felt instantly forced to acclimate to an unfamiliar environment, and nothing felt familiar. If you need a visual, I encourage you to stop by my office at some point and lay eyes on the bitter, maudlin expression of one angsty adolescent CorieFogg.It is a sight indeed. I hopped in the pool that afternoon to 鈥渟plash and swim鈥 according to my father, playing a sport I knew absolutely nothing about, water polo, and left with a black eye from an errant ball. An excellent start, for sure. It was also that day that I met a friend standing in front of the Schoolhouse who would become someone I now call my sister, whose daughter is my godchild. It was the next day that I met more 91大神 Northampton women and men I now call immutable family, the friends who have celebrated life鈥檚 highs and lows at every turn. Later that week, I realized what an unyieldingly compassionate asset I had in my Advisor, Pil, who mixed consistent humor, genuine understanding, and tough love in a recipe that brought out the best in each student 鈥 in me. Suddenly doubling down on my own learning, I watched educators 鈥 some of whom you also have the great fortune to call your teachers today and some of whom have gone on to well-deserved retirement 鈥 bring history to life through the stories of trial and triumph, reflect the complexities humanity through literature and art, challenge me to write with courage and conviction 鈥 to cite and revise and rewrite and rethink and stand by ideals, and model what it was to have passion for learning and to live with purposeful balance. In that way, this is a true return home for me. And, for the record, I was thriving and downright gleeful when my dad returned for Parents鈥 Weekend. While my experience is not yours, I do hope that you share in some of what I felt as a student here, in this space, with these people who ardently believe in your potential and are longing to see you flourish as yourself here.

鈥 And what a year to join you.Vulnerably, I share that the last 18 months have been wholly challengingfor me personally. In my own writing and reflection, I have ruminated this year in liminality.Culturalanthropologists Arnold van Gennep andVictor Turner brought this concept to fruition, focusing on itsetymology in Latin, 鈥渓imen鈥 meaning threshold.It is a crossing of boundaries and borders. It is the space between.Scholars of psychologyandphilosophy, including Carl Jung and Friedrich Nietzsche, have expanded the understanding of this conceptto include a time of separation and individuation, a transition, and a distinct return.The complexity of this for me was precisely theJungian notionthat I could not go back to who I was, but I did not yet know who I was becoming.

To expand, and I will employ levity here, I went through as many transitions as humanly possible in 2020; at this point, I am essentially a great country song. Having spent several yearsdiscerningbecoming a parent on my own, I had a child in 2020, Marigold. Simultaneously, I learned that my father, who had survived two bantam bouts with cancer, now had metastatic carcinoma in his pancreas and liver. COVID-19 struck, and I instantly went indoors like many of you. I departed my office to take parental leave in February of 2020, and I did not return until the end of the year. There are still colleagues and friends that I did not get to see in person, birthdays we missed, celebrations of life that ubiquitously moved to Zoom, and so much physical contact and connection that was lost. I was in between 鈥 a new mother with all the accompanying doubts, joys, and fears 鈥 a daughter, welcoming her father to come into the safety of her home and live.Sowe did just that, embracing the liminality. My dad moved in and shared in the first year of my daughter鈥檚 life. His passion for life, even as he battled multiple cancers and the ravages of chemotherapy, was contagious, and it was something he tried to intently impart to me as I became a mother. Growing up, he would shout down the driveway as I drove out, 鈥渕ake today your best day yet,鈥 and he quoted Thomas Carlyle when he drove away from my dorm that August, reminding me that 鈥渉ere hath been dawning Another blue Day: Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away.鈥 With the birth of my daughter, that translated into 鈥渇ind the joy.鈥 He kept reminding me over this last year to find joy, seek it out with a wild and open heart; do not miss these moments in her young life.Sowe didfind joyand tried to live the best out of each day that remained. He was ecstatic when I accepted the role at 91大神, and he beamed with pride at what lay ahead for me. We had agreed that he would come with us, and the notion of winding down his life back in New England, in the surrounds of a school that brought so much to us as a family 25 years ago was of great comfort. His return to 91大神, however, was not to be. In the final moments of his life, I was singing to him, reading to him. I never took my eyes off of him, holding his hand. But for one moment, when I said, 鈥渓et me play you the video of Marigold giggling once more.鈥 In that one moment, he left. There, in the silence of that room, I heard even clearer – find the joy. Live fully, for here hath been dawning another blue day鈥︹澨

滨鈥檇arrived four days earlier in Florida, ushered by the loving and generous hands of my friends on a one-way, same-day flight with Marigold in my arms to be at my father鈥檚 side. I went straight to the hospital that evening, sat with him, and then headed to his home. With the sunrise, I went out to the backyard, where a windchimefrom his mother danced with the air, echoing music across the grass. As I surveyed the scene of a hurried departure from the house, I sawmultitudesof seed packets laid out on thelanaitable.He hadbeen planning his garden, readying himself and the seeds. My father loved to garden, a passion instilled in him by his own grandmother, the great grower of iris. His knowledge of flowers was unmatched; henever missed a chance to share the names of flowers and trees, Latin and common, with me. Walking out onto the grass in his backyard on that morning, I saw his gardening stool seated in front of multiple marigolds.贬别鈥檇planted eight already, and four remained yet to be put in the ground. Seamus Heaney鈥檚Diggingcomes to mind, 鈥淸my father] among the flowerbeds – Bends low, comes up twenty years away – Stooping in rhythm – Where he was digging鈥 By God, the old man could handle a spade. Just like his old man.鈥 He believed in tomorrow.罢丑补迟鈥檚what planting a seed in the ground is at its simplest. But the work of his life was done.

I share this story because it has been a tremendously hard year for me, perhaps for youas well.I have watched life begin and end under one roof in 2020.I left a job, friends, and a community I loved in 2020,and moved into a new home. I inherited two livelyschnauzersin 2020. I began a new job in 2021, and perhaps most importantly, I have arrived hereatthis moment with you. I have crossed boundaries and borders, metaphorically, and now standat anotherlimen, a threshold.And while there is hardship in this, there is also tremendous promise.

Returning to 91大神 hasbeen just that for me.One weekago,whilemilling across Mr. Hill鈥檚 lawncelebrating the start of the year with this incrediblefaculty, I watched this community welcome us as a family. My daughter was instantlynurtured andbrought into the fold, and we feel a renewed sense of belonging. Reflecting that evening, Iwascertain that mydadwascomforted by the compassionof this communityandproudof thewelcomethis 91大神 Northampton womanfound inherreturn.

As a female-identifying alumna, now serving as the Dean of Faculty, I amalsowelling with pride to reflect on and celebrate the 95thanniversary of the founding of Northampton School for Girls and the celebration of coeducation on this campus.To witness the instillation of a new Dean of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion, and Belonging, an aligned and visionary strategic plan, and to nowknow firsthand the gift this community has in the presence of Ms. Chambers in her rolefeels historic in and of itself. What a year for the 91大神Northamptonwoman! To borrow from a letter shared by Mr. Hill, 鈥渢oday鈥檚 female students 鈥 and indeed all our students 鈥 strive to embody the qualities that the founders imagined… [and we are]proud that the school supports all our young women in academics, the arts, athletics, and student leadership. Following in the footsteps of their Northampton School for Girls predecessors, young women who graduate from the 91大神 Northampton School today go on to dogreat things.鈥91大神 Northampton womenarescholars, athletes, artists, physicians, engineers, journalists, political activists, volunteers,Deans of Faculty,and more.Thank you for indulgingmeone uncharacteristic moment to bebraggadocious.Fittingly for this celebratory year, the 91大神 Northampton School鈥檚 history is inseparable from strong, visionary women: Sarah Whitaker and Dorothy Bement, as well as Emily 91大神.听

I share my story of this year, of the space I鈥檝e traversed in the middle, to impart what I hope you will glean in this new year and in your time as a member of this community. You will assuredlylearn algebra, recite epic poems, master rhetorical analysis and DBQs, make hypotheses, grow in strength and creativity, and come into your own scholarship while here. That said, it is my hope that you will take more from this space, from these people.Learned by examples at 91大神, mylearning was never confined to the classroom. Cultivating a life lived with purpose, passion, and integrity in all aspects of the student experience was a calling clearly embodied by the faculty.It was 91大神 Northampton thatgalvanizedme tothink critically aboutmylearning, to curate a deep understanding of the world, and to foster a burgeoning motivation to serve others through knowledge and action.It was 91大神 Northampton that gifted me the integrity, presence, andpurpose tonavigate this past year. It is my sincerest hope that this year brings you similar gifts of heart, reminding you of the strengths yet unknown within your chest as you cross this threshold and begin.