TWO PRESIDENTIAL SCHOLARS IN THE ARTS Creative writer Madelyn Dietz and singer-songwriter Calvin Hinds are the 47th and 48th Arts Academy students to receive this prestigious national honor. Interlochen is the only school in the country with two recipients this year.
Since the U.S. Presidential Scholars Program was founded in 1964, 48 Interlochen Arts Academy students have been selected as presidential scholars—more than any other high school in the nation.
“My two years at Interlochen facilitated the most professional and personal growth I have ever experienced.
“Interlochen has become my creative home, a place where I feel confident to explore my art with a community of inspiring peers.
From honing my values, to writing meaningful songs, to cleaning my own bathroom, I have tried, failed, learned, and grown. As I look out of my MB window, I can’t help but wish I could enjoy this place just a little longer.” — Calvin (IAC 19; IAA 19-21) EXCERPT FROM THE LYRICS TO “COVID EAR" by Calvin Hinds and Andrew Vinther “The year was 2020 and things were looking bad Six feet between us made me really sad The cherry on top is I had to wear a mask And if I said no, my mom would kick my ass A mask can come in sizes ranging small to very large You can wear ‘em on the sidewalk, can wear ‘em in your car I noticed everybody was looking pretty funny Their ears sticking out to the sides like a monkey."
I am beyond grateful for the experience of learning and growing as an artist at Interlochen.” — Maddy (IAA 20-21)
EXCERPT FROM 'LOVES' by Maddy Dietz
It is trying to take care of you. Love meltwater and saltwater and when those two mix on your cheek. Love the way lotion hurts when coaxed onto dry skin. Love you. Write it different ways: I love you, love ya, have some tea, have some ginger, have a seat, how was your day, how are you? Love your favorite emojis. The leafy ones and the mountain scene. Later when you are in bed and hurting, whenever happiness ceases to exist for the nth time, find one thimbleful; you must. And Connie goes: too few, too few are the days, the weeks, the months, that will hold your face, your face in a blaze of gold.
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