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Mercury,
March/April 1997 Table of Contents
Leisa
Glennie
University of Arizona
It
may sound clichéd, but it bears repeating: A good teacher
can make all the difference.
A
quiet night, with shivering, whispering students all around me in
the dark this was my first taste of real passion for science.
There was a telescope looming over my head and a stepstool on the
floor... It was my turn to peer through the eyepiece to witness
what not many people have seen: the universe in all its splendor,
through a powerful structure of steel and glass. The moment I saw
my first nebula, I knew there could be nothing better in the world,
nothing more exciting. And when I was shown Saturn and finally realized
it wasn't a sticker on the end of the eyepiece, I knew that the
experience had forever changed the way I would look at the world.
At
a young age, I'd read voraciously. Science fiction and fantasy captured
my imagination, although print on any subject could keep me busy.
In elementary school, I started to devour books on astronomy, found
out that you could actually earn a living as an astronomer, and
started dreaming of becoming an astronaut.
All
through my K-12 schooling, I learned the most when teachers gave
us hands-on activities and challenged us to think creatively. My
sixth-grade teacher taught us about engineering by jumping from
a two-foot wall onto structures we had made from paper and straws.
We competed eagerly to have our structures be the ones that withstood
those plummeting 180 pounds!
In
junior high, teachers were able to engage our waning adolescent
attention with creative projects, ones in which we were allowed
free reign, even to watch movies such as Shogun to learn
about other societies. I do believe that conventional ways of teaching
the basics are necessary. But they should be augmented by unusual,
mind-stimulating projects to make sure that students' natural creativity
is not squeezed out of them. Cooperative lab groups and activities
such as the ever-popular "egg drop" can take the ever-present monotony
out of schoolwork.
In
high school, I was lucky enough to have a physics teacher who also
taught astronomy classes and astronomical research. I enrolled in
his "zero-hour" research class early in the morning [see Black Holes
to Blackboards, September/October 1995, p. 8]. Peering at a sheet
of vellum over a map of the martian surface, circling and measuring
craters for hours, I learned that science isn't all fun and games.
Writing a research paper on a variable star showed me the value
of language skills in science. My astronomy teacher, who at first
had seemed intimidating, helped me to see the reality of my chosen
profession and prepared me for the struggles of college.
Before
entering the University of Arizona, I found out that Don McCarthy,
an astronomer our high-school class had worked with, ran summer
astronomy camps for teens in Tucson [see "The Children of the Blue
Marble," p. 10]. Excited, I wrote the required essay, and was accepted.
It was a dream come true: to be surrounded by other young people
who were interested in astronomy, to be taught by professional astronomers,
and best of all, to use large telescopes. As I left the camp, McCarthy
asked if I'd be interested in becoming a counselor. Of course, I
agreed. I returned for four summers to teach and counsel young people
on the wonders of science.
College
was a big change. No longer one of the top students, I struggled
in calculus. Introductory mechanics raced through all my high-school
physics in a few weeks. I'd chosen a double major in physics and
astronomy, but without the help, support, and inspiration of many
people, especially McCarthy, I might have quit on numerous occasions.
College
classes were not as exciting as I'd hoped they'd be. It seemed that
a lot of professors would rather have been elsewhere. It is difficult
to want to succeed when the teacher himself (almost all of my instructors
were he's) appears bored. Every so often I had a dedicated teacher,
and that restored my faith. The classes with labs were my favorites,
because the hands-on instruction helped my comprehension. A trip
to the Johnson Space Center in Houston to present a research paper
inspired me to continue studying astronomy, while several summer
research assistantships taught me the economic reality of a researcher's
life. It wasn't all glamour and paper-publication, but a lot of
very hard and lonely work.
Soon
a new desire took root. I had always wanted to teach, but with a
Ph.D. in astronomy, I realized I'd only be teaching college students.
That idea was rapidly losing its appeal. The camps had shown me
how much I enjoyed working with children, and as I watched them
work, I saw that some of them had lost their love for science at
an early age. Only a few were still enjoying its wonders. I dreamt
about having the power to engage listeners and spread excitement
about science. As a researcher, I feared that it would be too late
to spread much of anything.
I
graduated in 1996 very proud of my physics-and-astronomy degree,
but immediately applied to a teacher certification program. I'm
currently in a high-school chemistry class for observation, while
taking other courses in secondary education.
My
teachers have always had a large hand in my development as a person,
and I'll soon be in exactly that position for other young people.
I feel there are many things I can do for students, since I have
so many examples from my own schooling of what worked and what was
exciting for me. I look forward to beginning an astronomy program
wherever I teach--to open the eyes of other young people to the
glittering beauty of the cosmos. If I can inspire just a few of
my students the way I was inspired, then I will have a very rewarding
career.
LEISA
GLENNIE
is a teacher candidate in the post-baccalaureate education program
of the University of Arizona in Tucson, Ariz. She is a 1991 graduate
of Sahuaro High School, where she took classes with our usual Black
Holes to Blackboards columnist, Jeff Lockwood. Her email address
is dh80173@goodnet.com.
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