I am not as old as I was when I came to Western 2 1/2 yers ago.
Â Iâ€™d been laid off my job and discovered a lovely state program that helps â€˜displaced workersâ€™ get new skills to get back out into the workforce.
Â It didnâ€™t matter that I already had a degree, it just wasnâ€™t worth much.
Â 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.
Itâ€™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.
Â That light at the end of the tunnel was suddenly brighter.
Â That â€˜oldâ€™ feeling comes back from time to time.
Â 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.
Â â€œIf you let yourself do more than a couple of years then stagnation sets it,â€ Fred Weems said. â€œAt our age stagnation can set in very quickly.â€
Â 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 â€˜day jobs.â€™ In their playtime theyâ€™re filmmakers and photographers and whatever else they want to be.
Â It doesnâ€™t seem to matter to them that theyâ€™re more than 50-years on this earth. What matters is the next mountain to climb, or race to win, or script to film. Theyâ€™ve discovered the secret to staying young and I have taken note.
Â I will remember.
Â It explains why I feel better now than when I first arrived. I feel more capable. In the last few semesters Iâ€™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. Iâ€™ve either stayed on the Deanâ€™s List while getting this done, or Iâ€™ve just barely fallen off of it.
Â Iâ€™ll take that.
Â Next up is student teaching. Iâ€™m told Iâ€™ll have no time for anything but that. So with this issue itâ€™s time to say goodbye to my editorâ€™s position. Iâ€™ve had a good time getting back into newsprint, and watching how the more â€˜traditionalâ€™ of my classmates learn to deal with their editorial choices.
Â Iâ€™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.
Â So now, itâ€™s â€œget-ye-to-high schoolâ€ for me as I tackle the last step in teacher-training.
Â Iâ€™m sure Iâ€™ll have time to send in occasional reports from the educational â€˜front linesâ€™ so watch for an intermittent signal from â€˜the undercover mother.â€™ Itâ€™s my code name, so to speak.
Wish me luck — Iâ€™m going to need it.