Island Life

As soon as we step off the bus, we feel the heat radiating on us — another typical hot, humid day in Washington, D.C. We walk to a patch of overgrown grass and listen to Lee Cain, the director of Living Classrooms, speak about the history and interesting facts of Kingman Island and the Living Classrooms. At the old wooden bridge, we see the Anacostia River. In the distance we can see an egret next to a great blue heron, which migrate all the way from Central America. We keep walking toward a dirt path. There is a patch of vegetation where we smell pine cones and the fragrance of wild flowers everywhere. We hear the sound of the river flowing downstream, the rustling of the trees. We feel the warm summer breeze on our faces. We walk farther and come to an opening in the forest where Summer Youth Employment Program/Living Classroom employees in neon yellow vests clear trails. This island is nothing like the up-tempo, majestic city life. This place has a different type of beauty to it. The island is more serene and calm than the noisy city we left.