As part of the #edublogsclub year-long challenge about blogging on education, this week’s suggestion was featuring a guest blogger. Today, I welcome my colleague Stacey Rattner to share her thoughts. You can find her leaping on her own blog and follow her powerhouse presence on Twitter.
Yesterday I went to the city with a good friend of mine, his rising high school junior son, Tim, and my rising sophomore daughter, Tari. Joe and I have been taking this trip together for many years.
Our kids consider themselves “cousins.” Now they are also good friends. The conversations have moved from forced to whispers in the back. An eclectic genre of music has always been an integral part of the trips: Lady Gaga, Sia, Billy Joel, Joni Mitchell, Justin Timberlake, Chance…
We make lifetime memories: Top of the Rock in the rain while it was a blizzard back home, getting rush tickets to “School of Rock” and it being the night Stevie Nicks shows up, insisting on going to the top of the Freedom Tower on the cloudiest day on record, walking across the Brooklyn Bridge, making t-shirts at the Museum of the City of New York…We have delicious food memories, too: dim sum in Chinatown, Big Gay Ice Cream in the West Village, Chocolate Works on the Upper West Side, matzo ball soup at Bubby’s in DUMBO and Meatpacking District…
Now our focus is moving from exposure to culture to opportunity. Last February we crashed an information session and tour of NYU. Yesterday we attempted to check out Hunter College but alas a Friday afternoon in July was not the ideal time to do that. We are thinking and talking more about college and it’s becoming the focus of our trips.
The weekend traffic wasn’t what bothered us last night but rather the reality of the cost of college as I became curious and turned to my phone for answers. While Tim and Tari were working the music among their soft spoken conversations in the back, I researched a few schools.
“Check out Hamilton,” Joe asked. I never got that far as I discovered a gem on their website, actual essays written by students who were accepted into the school. Wow. I was planning to just read one aloud but ended up reading them all. Joe Pucci’s hit a nerve so much that I ended up sending him a tweet and following him.
Think of a life changing event, add some dialogue, vivid descriptions and get it down on paper. Is being raised by two dads in a small town enough? Or a Jewpanese girl who goes to summer camp every year to escape the same small town? Doubt it. Whatever our kids end up writing, I look forward to it moving me enough to grab the Kleenex, shift in my britches from being a tad uncomfortable and finally, to take out the phone to tweet a “bravo.”
What would I write about today if I was 16? I can’t say but I can tell you about the fateful little girl’s birthday party I attended nearly 11 years ago while still out on maternity leave for my son. “I’d really like to go back to school to be a 4th grade teacher, “ I exclaimed to no one in particular.
“You should become a school librarian,” a woman I didn’t know responded in between bites of salad.
“A school librarian? Why?”
“It looks like the best job in the building and plus, there are jobs,” the third grade teacher said.
“Really? Hmmm…tell me more.”
Two days later I attended a prospective graduate student fair at SUNY-Albany and sought out the library science program. Couple of months later, I enrolled in my first class. After nine years in a job my husband thought I would be in forever I left to become a school librarian. I have never looked back and owe it all to my very good friend, Val.