Thursday, May 28, 2009

One Amazing Teacher - Barbara Smith

Barbara Smith's 4th grade class - Corydon Intermediate School, Corydon, Indiana
I visited the class in March. Barbara is back row, left.


Barbara Smith is a life-long friend. We grew up within two blocks of each other and played together practically every summer day.
She and her 4th grade classes have been a continuing support for my series, "Cynthia's Attic." Barbara is retiring this year and I asked if she'd share thoughts on her years of teaching, special experiences, and how she's viewing retirement.

Thank you, so much, Barbara, for sharing your experiences. Our mutual friend, Cynthia, knew what she wanted to be almost from the time she could talk. When did you know you wanted to be a teacher?

I thought I also wanted to be a nurse, but when I got a good look at lots of blood, I changed my mind and decided I would become a high school social studies teacher because I always loved and admired Gail Enlow, our social studies teacher. I love the political world and world history and geography.

At the University of Evansville my freshman year, I got into the last two senior political science classes in my field of study and I had to compete with people who were almost ready for law school. It was terrible. I passed, but not with grades you would want in your major field. I think this was God's way of telling me, to go into something else. I switched to elementary education and never looked back. So I guess, I have to credit Gail Enlow for getting me into education and those senior political science students for getting me into elementary education. I still talk politics to my 4th graders and I love teaching Indiana History so it is the best of two world.

Was there a certain moment when you knew you'd made a difference in a student's life?

Over the years there have been some students that stand out that I know I changed the course of their lives. I remember one little girl who was cubby and was so down on herself because she was not thin like the other girls. She was bright and really had a lot of wit about her. I worked really hard to give her the self-confidence she needed to come out of the cocoon she has put around herself. She blossomed into a wonderful young lady and will soon have her teaching degree.

I've tried to show all of my students love and to get an understanding of the situations they face at home. I can tell I have made a difference when I look at their faces and see the delight of learning. I have watched good students become great students. I have watched great students soar to higher places. But my favorite is to watch a failing student take those steps that lead to success. Some years the steps are small, but other years my struggling students take large leaps. When the students come to me as adults and say, "Mrs. Smith, I loved your class. I learned so much. I want my child to be in your class, too." Then I feel really proud.

From the time you began your career until now, is there one specific change you've noticed in teaching?

No Child Left Behind sounds so good in theory, but it is not practical. It will never be possible for 100% of the American children to be reading on grade level. Children learn at different rates and we cannot expect everyone to get to or stay on level. Then placing the judgment of passing and failing on one test at the end of the year is absolutely ridiculous. Too much pressure is put on children and teachers today. We keep trying new things before we give the old things time to work. Teachers are bogged down with paperwork and documentation for the government. The stress level is tremendous.

How hard is it to step away? Any favorite/funny moments you'd like to share?

I will miss the daily contact with the child; watching them learn and soar to new places. I'll miss the laughter and the fun times that I have had. I remember one little girl at New Middletown who was so much fun to have in my room. She was always excited to be at school and a real riot with her thinking and ideas. One morning she came running into my classroom off the bus and up to my desk. I remember thinking, What is Edy up to now? She shouted, "Mrs. Smith, I'm gonna be....", and then she vomited all over me. She and I both went home that day. I cleaned up and came back, but she did not. Since then, if a students says they’re sick, out of the room they go.

What do you want to do when you retire?

When I retire I want to visit some places around the country and maybe get up enough nerve to travel over the ocean. I have a great fear of flying over water. I want to do some remodeling of my home. But mainly, I want to sit on my patio and read some good books ( like Cynthia's Attic) and do nothing for a long time. Of course, I will have to spend lots of time with my grandchildren. They are the light of my life.

Finally, who was the better baseball/softball player when we were kids? You or me?

Well, now that is a hard question because that was a very long time ago. As I remember, I could hit harder, but you could run faster so we both made about the same number of home runs. We were both really good though, if I remember correctly. We will have to ask Cynthia and Becky about that. Maybe we should get together and play a game. I think that lot behind Alan's house is still empty. Becky could bring the bat and I have a ball.

Barbara, you’ve been a delight; bringing back so many memories and allowing me to pick your brain on teaching—the good, the bad and the ugly (your sick student comes to mind!).

It would be fun to have that softball game as long as a chiropractor is on standby! Thanks so much, and good luck with your retirement!

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Monday, May 11, 2009

From Galileo to the Hubble Telescope




Today, if weather cooperates, space shuttle, Atlantis is set to blast off for one last visit to the Hubble Telescope.

Scientists say that, once completed, the mission will allow Hubble to peer even deeper into space. One question. How much farther can you get than "to infinity and beyond?"

Don't get me wrong. I'm a huge space buff and appreciate that, repairs to the first lens by installing "new contacts," made possible the amazing pictures we've been receiving for about 16 years now. I also believe these pictures are valuable to the survival of mankind, not only in the interest of science, but to keep us engaged in environmental issues here on Earth.

Galileo played, perhaps, the biggest role in scientific exploration of the universe. I heard the other day that his improvements to the telescope made him the first person on our planet to gaze upon distant planets. Contradicting earlier theories that Earth was the center of the galaxy, he proved that it was the sun. A staunch Roman Catholic, this "heresy" got him placed under house arrest with his movements restricted by the Pope.

One of the most interesting facts I discovered, though, was that Galileo Galilei was born on Feb. 15, 1564, exactly 400 years before my son. So, how can I tie all this together? Although I missed posting this on Mother's Day, MY son is the center of My universe, along with my "shining stars," stepdaughters, Steff and Sami. How's that? Okay, so it's a stretch, but I believe all mothers will agree with me.

So, Happy Mother's Day...every day. And, good luck to the astronauts who will attempt to keep Hubble clicking those amazing pictures back to the good people on Earth. Below is the last picture taken by the Hubble telescope camera.


AP News: From Cosmic Joke To Cherished Eye In the Sky
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Saturday, May 2, 2009

Use The Clutch!


My first car! Okay, so it belonged to my mom & dad. And, no, neither one of those men are my dad. I just didn't have a decent picture of the real thing...okay??

"Use the clutch!" Words that still echo in my ear coming from Mr. Cato, my high school driver's ed instructor.

Clutch? I don't see no stinkin' clutch! Which is probably why the "training" car with the manual (on the steering column back then) transmission died halfway up the steep Southern Indiana hill. (In case you're unfamiliar with the terrain, the southern part of the state is known for rolling hills and valleys.)

"Put on the brake," he said, through clenched teeth. (Mr. Cato had virtues. Patience was not one)

Note 1: He was also the varsity basketball coach, known for ripping off his sports jacket and hurling it to the sidelines within 10 seconds of the start of the game.

"Now, ease out on the clutch as you push down on the gas pedal."

Clunk! Clunk! Sputter! Sputter...die....

(Sigh) "Put on the brake...again. Ease up on the clutch and give the car some GAS!!"

"Yes sir." I gulp, glancing sideways toward the passenger seat. Whew. Mr Cato is in a short sleeve shirt. No jacket to hurl toward me.

Meanwhile, Jimmy, Pat and Crissy were in the back seat, laughing hysterically...which wasn't helping my concentration. I shot them a dirty look, which brought on more laughter and a couple of snorts.

Finally! I made it up that hill, only to encounter another steeper climb on the other side. I exhaled. Can I possibly make it up a second hill? But, then it came to me. More speed! No need to use the clutch. This driving thing won't get the best of me!

I floored it! Up that hill, down another and up the next. Yep, I'm getting the hang of this.

Mr. Cato's death grip on the dash and silence from the back seat, said it all.

Note 2: Don't try this at home! Back in my day, the roads were practically empty and we had all the real estate in two counties to practice our driving skills. And, in case you're interested, here's a real picture of my first car! In black and white because we didn't take color Polaroids in the "olden days." F-85, red (see pic at top) and white Oldsmobile with red bucket seats, and automatic transmission.


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