As I slowly climbed the steps this morning in our CAPS bulding, a bouquet of balloons caught my eye. They were suspended in a bunch on the second floor and looked awfully close to the entrance into my Teacher Education Lab. As I came closer, I realized that the balloons were accompanied by a poster displaying pictures of me in my classroom and a rhyming verse of well-wishes for my performance tomorrow on my oral comprehensives as part of my pursuit of a PhD in Educational Technology at the University of Kansas.
While I still have a ways to go (like a year or two) it's nice to be able to at least see a light at the end of the tunnel. This Fall, as the first milestone, I will receive my certification in Instructional Design from KU, and that, too, feels good as a stepping stone toward a larger goal.
What is ahead is unknown, but I'm excited that I have taken this path toward new adventures in my life.
Thank you to my CAPS family for always being there to support me and for putting up with my tired rantings and my absence of sending resources out on a regular basis. It will be nice, when this is complete, to be able to relax, research, teach, and regain some normalcy in my daily life.
Thanks to my close friends who understand why I don't call or come over and who realize my absences from gatherings are only temporary.
Thanks to my immediate family...my own kids who had to see their mom crouched over a book any time there was an extra minute to spare and to my parents for always giving me the unconditional support that has a way of lighting an internal fire, creating a drive to always strive to do better things.
Thanks for all of the well wishes! I will do my best to follow through and make you proud!
Monday, October 16, 2017
Even though Lyons was almost 4 hours away from Fort Scott, I knew that depositing nuclear waste there would most certainly affect the lives of myself and my schoolmates. I chose to write a letter to James Schlesinger, then head of the Atomic Energy Commission, pleading with him to rethink the unthinkable. Just as every other classmate did, I mailed the hand-written letter and considered it "handing in" just another
It began with a call to the elementary school office. Winfield Scott Elementary didn't regularly get calls from Washington, D.C., so when the secretary handed me the phone receiver, she had a rather far away look on her face. The voice on the other end introduced himself as someone from Schlesinger's office who was calling on his behalf concerning my letter. Was this a bad thing? Had I broken some rule? My face must have turned white because the secretary began to reach for the phone...probably thinking that a fainting spell could occur at any moment. The person told me that my letter made it to Schlesinger, and he would be writing me back. But that was just the beginning. Immediately, reporters began calling my home, asking for interviews. Relatives from far away were sending us AP Photo clippings (I sure wish I hadn't worn the barrette that day) from newspapers across the country. Immediately, I saw the impact of a small gesture. I saw the way authentic learning makes a difference. That experience changed me, and thanks to Ms. Austin, I now, as a teacher, strive for that authenticity and work to get my students to reach beyond the classroom walls. I felt like I had made a difference, and I now know what needs to be done to start doing just that. Thank you, Ms. Austin for being way ahead of your time in personalizing learning and providing problem-solving, authentic experiences for your students.