Last Wednesday Pat received an email from CSU asking for volunteers for the President’s visit to the Wolstein Center. All they asked was that we wear CSU garb and have no political paraphernalia. What a hoot we thought. It made me think of the heady days of our youth when we were idealistic and thinner. In exchange for a day helping out with giving directions (like I'm sorry ma'am, the closest washroom is 8 blocks away and no ma'am, I can't promise to save your place in line) we were promised a seat close enough to get a picture of the President and Vice-President. The Social Studies teacher in me thought how cool that would be. I have never seen a President and Vice-President together. I thought "classroom artifact."
Well, Pat and I were getting instructions from a high level volunteer who got her instructions from some higher entity when a young man asked me if I had ever taught at a this local high school. I introduced myself and told him that I had. His words floored me. He told us that I was the reason he got involved in politics and went to college and is going for his masters next year. WOW! If I wasn’t so jaded, it might have brought a tear to my eye. Instead I figured it was allergies.
I got a bunch of pics of the President and Vice-President and some will make their way to my class room, but the picture that is already there is this one.