The end in sight -“Get ye-to-a nunnery” er, I mean high school


I am not as old as I was when I came to Western 2 1/2 yers ago.

 I’d been laid off my job and discovered a lovely state program that helps ‘displaced workers’ get new skills to get back out into the workforce.

 It didn’t matter that I already had a degree, it just wasn’t worth much.

 So here I was, among the young, trying to see if I could repair damaged GPA of my youth and get my teaching credentials.
When I graduated in 1995 you only had to have a 2.0. I left with just a smidge above that….and I had to have a 2.5 to get into the educational department. With 190 + hours, shifting the numbers was going to take me awhile.

It’s been an amazing ride — and after this past summer, I was officially enrolled in the educational department and set to start the junior experience segment of the curriculum.

 That light at the end of the tunnel was suddenly brighter.

 That ‘old’ feeling comes back from time to time.

 The last reoccurrance came when the Directing the Actor class was putting on their final show. A classmate of mine, another nontraditional student, mentioned that he never does the same thing more than a couple of years.
 “If you let yourself do more than a couple of years then stagnation sets it,” Fred Weems said. “At our age stagnation can set in very quickly.”

 Fred and his wife do seem to have discovered a fountain of youth. They are both vital people with wide ranging interests — between them they hold several college degrees and regular ‘day jobs.’ In their playtime they’re filmmakers and photographers and whatever else they want to be.

 It doesn’t seem to matter to them that they’re more than 50-years on this earth. What matters is the next mountain to climb, or race to win, or script to film. They’ve discovered the secret to staying young and I have taken note.
 I will remember.

 It explains why I feel better now than when I first arrived. I feel more capable. In the last few semesters I’ve taken on publicity for the theatre department, graphic arts with the Western Institute, various theatre productions and working on both the yearbook and newspaper. I’ve either stayed on the Dean’s List while getting this done, or I’ve just barely fallen off of it.
 I’ll take that.

 Next up is student teaching. I’m told I’ll have no time for anything but that. So with this issue it’s time to say goodbye to my editor’s position. I’ve had a good time getting back into newsprint, and watching how the more ‘traditional’ of my classmates learn to deal with their editorial choices.

 I’ve been in newsrooms before — and that particular editorial choice was not mine, but it was an education in itself watching how students deal with the fallout. It, hopefully, helps prepare me for having a newspaper class of my own someday.
 So now, it’s “get-ye-to-high school” for me as I tackle the last step in teacher-training.

 I’m sure I’ll have time to send in occasional reports from the educational ‘front lines’ so watch for an intermittent signal from ‘the undercover mother.’ It’s my code name, so to speak.

Wish me luck — I’m going to need it.

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