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| The Volunteers at play around my desk in the Briefing Room |
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| The Voyager's Bridge. 2008 |
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| The Voyager's Bridge 2008 |
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| The Voyager's Decontamination Hallway 2008 |
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| The Voyager's Crew Quarters and Galley 2008 on Deck 2 |
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| The Voyager's Deck 2 Sick Bay 2008 |
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| A crew gets ready for launch on the USS Voyager |
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| The Galileo in 2008 |
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| Taylor Thomas and volunteer flight directing the Galileo I |
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| The Programmers at play around my desk in the Briefing Room |
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| Megan Warner enjoying a quick Overnight Camp breakfast of donut, chocolate milk and Gogurt |
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| The Odyssey's Chris Call preferred his hot chocolate over the breakfast I served on the Overnight Camps |
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| An Overnight Camp Odyssey Crew |
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| Bridger playing the role of Odyssey Doctor for Chris |
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| Megan Warner at the Phoenix Helm flying an overnight camp |
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| The Phoenix Crew with volunteer Doctor |
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| The Phoenix Crew on an overnight mission |
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| Mr. Daymont and the Magellan staff: Jordan F., Metta S. |
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| Metta Smith and Wyatt Carlson |
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| The Magellan crew thinking of solutions |
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| The Staff at work interacting with the Magellan crew |
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| Amber playing the Magellan Doctor |
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| Can the Magellan crew figure a solution? |
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| Well, there is always one way to solve a problem in the Magellan |
Yes, this is the month our little blog celebrates its 10 year anniversary. Ten years ago on February 8, 2008 I created The Troubadour to compliment my YahooGroup "SpaceEdVentures". The Troubadour was originally titled "Voyagers Log"which is why it has that url you see in the address bar "Voyagerslog.blogspot.com". I had intended to create an ongoing never ending story of life on the Starship Voyager in its never ending voyage to the stars. The Troubadour's first post introduced the blog's first readers to the main character. This is the first post from Sunday, February 10, 2008.
Life on the USS Voyager: An Officer's Journal Part 1
Sunday, February 10, 2008
The Space Center's first simulator was the Voyager. These articles are the journal entries of a member of the USS Voyager's crew set in the same time frame as our missions. I hope this story helps our staff and campers get a better understanding of our universe and ships.
Mr. Williamson
February 10, 2408 I woke up with a headache. Sometimes you sleep wrong - your head gets all twisted up pointing at 90 degrees to the rest of your body. You wake up, and for a brief moment all is well until you move your head to straighten it out and then POP! You know your next stop is sick bay. I sat up, "fifty percent lights" I said to the computer. The light levels increased to twilight. I stumbled into the shower. You learn quickly how to shower in 30 seconds on a starship. First you get wet all over, then turn the flow to pause, lather up, and rinse off. I air dried to save water by reducing the need for towels. My breakfast consisted of crunchy yogurt and orange juice. I sat on my small Starfleet standard steel gray sofa and crunched away. The sofa faces the window. Stars streamed by leaving long bands of vibrant color in their wake. The Voyager was at warp. My guess was warp 4 by the length of the light streams. The gentle hum of the engines wrapped the ship in a soothing blanket of sound. I looked at the clock. 8:00 A.M. It was time to get moving. Another day was starting and my junior cadets would be waiting for their morning paces. I got a few hellos and some funny looks from crewmen as I walked down Deck 5's hallway toward Sick Bay. There is something funny about a man walking with his head twisted to one side as if trying to carry on a conversation with his shoulder.
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| The Voyager's Brig with the new glow in the dark carpet everyone hated (except me or I wouldn't have picked it out) |
I introduced "The Troubadour" to the Space Center's staff and volunteers through the YahooGroup on February 12, 2008 with this post:
Hello Troops,The first official post related to Space Center business was posted on Saturday, February 16, 2008. This post contained the first picture of staff and volunteers. Congratulations to Stacy Carrell (now Stacy Harken) for being the first to appear in "The Troubadour!" Congratulations to Spenser Dauwalder for being the first one to be mentioned as winner of the Director's Trophy.
The Troubadour, the Space Center's Newsletter / Journal is now kept online. You can visit it at the following link.
http://voyagerslog.blogspot.com/
It is also linked directly to the Space Center's News web link. The news section of our web site will now be the most updated part of the site. I'd like to keep it updated with stories (The Officer's Log of the USS Voyager), reviews of our missions, and of course news. Would you like to write something for The Troubadour? Remember, it must be written with the audience in mind. Anything on The Troubadour now is open to anyone to read, including our campers. As you write don't air your grips and don't write about the exact way we do things on the other side of the wall.
On the other hand, comments from staff and volunteers will make the Center more interesting to our campers. This is a way for them to learn some of the inside stories of the Center. This gives a feeling of understanding and with that loyalty.
Best Wishes,Mr. Williamson
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 16, 2008
Overnight Camp Camper Satisfaction Inventory
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| Stacy Carrell briefing her overnight camp crew in the Briefing Room |
Hello Troops:
Here are the results from the student survey taken by the campers at the end of the Overnight Camp of February 15-16, 2008. This camp was sponsored by the the students of Cherry Hill Elementary and our Frequent Flyers. There were 42 campers.
Our Flight Directors were:
Voyager: Bradyn L. (Shadows: 10 campers)
Phoenix: Megan Warner (Olympia: 6 campers)
Odyssey: BJ Warner (Outlaws: 7 campers)
Galileo: Spenser D. (Parameter: 5 campers)
Magellan: Brittney V. (Red Storm Rising: 14 campers)
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The first question: Think about your story in the simulators. Were they fun? Did it have good characters? Did it challenge your brain or way too easy to solve?
Here are their choices:
A = 1
B = 2
C = 3
D = 4
F = 5
Here are the results. Remember, a 1 is a perfect score.
Voyager story's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.70)
Galileo story's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.60)
Magellan story's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.20)
Odyssey story's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.13)
Phoenix story's quality score: 1.33 (Last camp's score: 1.67)
CONGRATULATIONS TO THE VOYAGER, GALILEO, MAGELLAN AND ODYSSEY FOR TAKING TOP STORY HONORS.
__________________
The next question: How would you grade the Staff of the simulators? Think
about friendliness, helpfulness, and acting.
Voyager staff's quality score: 1.10 (Last camp's score: 1.20)
Galileo staff's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.60)
Magellan staff's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.00)
Odyssey staff's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.13)
Phoenix staff's quality score: 1.50 (Last camp's score: 1.00)
CONGRATULATIONS TO THE GALILEO, MAGELLAN, AND ODYSSEY FOR TAKING TOP STAFF HONORS.
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The next question: How much did you enjoy your job in the simulators?
Choices: (1 = Great; 2 = Good; 3 = OK; 4 = Not So Good; 5 = Bad)
Voyager job's quality score: 1.50 (Last camp's score: 1.60)
Galileo job's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.40)
Magellan job's quality score: 1.29 (Last camp's score: 1.40)
Odyssey job's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.50)
Phoenix job's quality score: 1.67 (Last camp's score: 1.50)
CONGRATULATIONS TO THE GALILEO AND ODYSSEY FOR TAKING TOP JOB HONORS.
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The next question: Did you feel doing your job made a difference in the
mission?
The Camper's choices were: Yes(1) Maybe (2) No (3)
Voyager making a difference quality score: 1.30 (Last camp's score: 1.40)
Galileo making a difference quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.20)
Magellan making a difference quality score: 1.21 (Last camp's score: 1.13)
Odyssey making a difference quality score: 1.14 (Last camp's score: 1.38)
Phoenix making a difference quality score: 1.17 (Last camp's score: 1.00)
CONGRATULATIONS TO THE GALILEO FOR TAKING TOP HONORS IN MAKING A DIFFERENCE.
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The final question: Would you like to come back to the Space Center again for another mission?
The Camper's choices were: Yes (1) Maybe (2) No (3)
Yes: 100% (42 students)
Maybe: 0% (0 students)
No: 0% (0 students)
The Director's Trophy: Overall Scores averaged:
Voyager: 1.18 LAST WEEK'S SCORE: 1.38
Magellan: 1.10 LAST WEEK'S SCORE: 1.15
Odyssey: 1.03 LAST WEEK'S SCORE: 1.25
Galileo: 1.00 LAST WEEK'S SCORE: 1.36
Phoenix: 1.33 LAST WEEK'S SCORE: 1.23
Overall Average: 1.13 Last Week : 1.27
The GALILEO is awarded the Director's Trophy! Super Job Spenser D. and his staff of one - Corbin, a Central student.
SATISFACTION SCORES:
Our Satisfaction Scores for the Overnight Camp. Campers were asked the following question at the end of their survey.
1. How would you rate your overall experience for this overnight camp?
Their choices follow:
10 = The funnest thing I've ever done in my life.
9
8
7
6
5 = As Good as watching my Favorite Movie for the first time.
4
3
2
1 = The Most Horrible, Boring time I've ever had.
The students are asked to rate the overall camp experience on that scale. They are given verbal instructions on the rating system to insure comprehension.
Here are the results for today's overnight camp.
Voyager: This Week: 9.20 Last Week: 9.20
Galileo: This Week: 10 Last Week: 8.80
Phoenix: This Week: 9.67 Last Week: 8.00
Magellan: This Week: 9.29 Last Week: 9.80
Odyssey: This Week: 9.71 Last Week: 9.63
The GALILEO takes the Prize for Best Overall Score!
Overall Ranking by all campers for this Overnight Camp:
This Week's All Ship Average: 9.57 out of a perfect 10.
Last Week's All Ship Average: 9.09 out of a perfect 10
Thanks All for Another Great Overnight Camp! Thanks for all you do to support the Space Center,Mr. Williamson
The next question: How would you grade the Staff of the simulators? Think
about friendliness, helpfulness, and acting.
Voyager staff's quality score: 1.10 (Last camp's score: 1.20)
Galileo staff's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.60)
Magellan staff's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.00)
Odyssey staff's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.13)
Phoenix staff's quality score: 1.50 (Last camp's score: 1.00)
CONGRATULATIONS TO THE GALILEO, MAGELLAN, AND ODYSSEY FOR TAKING TOP STAFF HONORS.
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The next question: How much did you enjoy your job in the simulators?
Choices: (1 = Great; 2 = Good; 3 = OK; 4 = Not So Good; 5 = Bad)
Voyager job's quality score: 1.50 (Last camp's score: 1.60)
Galileo job's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.40)
Magellan job's quality score: 1.29 (Last camp's score: 1.40)
Odyssey job's quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.50)
Phoenix job's quality score: 1.67 (Last camp's score: 1.50)
CONGRATULATIONS TO THE GALILEO AND ODYSSEY FOR TAKING TOP JOB HONORS.
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The next question: Did you feel doing your job made a difference in the
mission?
The Camper's choices were: Yes(1) Maybe (2) No (3)
Voyager making a difference quality score: 1.30 (Last camp's score: 1.40)
Galileo making a difference quality score: 1.00 (Last camp's score: 1.20)
Magellan making a difference quality score: 1.21 (Last camp's score: 1.13)
Odyssey making a difference quality score: 1.14 (Last camp's score: 1.38)
Phoenix making a difference quality score: 1.17 (Last camp's score: 1.00)
CONGRATULATIONS TO THE GALILEO FOR TAKING TOP HONORS IN MAKING A DIFFERENCE.
_____________________
The final question: Would you like to come back to the Space Center again for another mission?
The Camper's choices were: Yes (1) Maybe (2) No (3)
Yes: 100% (42 students)
Maybe: 0% (0 students)
No: 0% (0 students)
The Director's Trophy: Overall Scores averaged:
Voyager: 1.18 LAST WEEK'S SCORE: 1.38
Magellan: 1.10 LAST WEEK'S SCORE: 1.15
Odyssey: 1.03 LAST WEEK'S SCORE: 1.25
Galileo: 1.00 LAST WEEK'S SCORE: 1.36
Phoenix: 1.33 LAST WEEK'S SCORE: 1.23
Overall Average: 1.13 Last Week : 1.27
The GALILEO is awarded the Director's Trophy! Super Job Spenser D. and his staff of one - Corbin, a Central student.
SATISFACTION SCORES:
Our Satisfaction Scores for the Overnight Camp. Campers were asked the following question at the end of their survey.
1. How would you rate your overall experience for this overnight camp?
Their choices follow:
10 = The funnest thing I've ever done in my life.
9
8
7
6
5 = As Good as watching my Favorite Movie for the first time.
4
3
2
1 = The Most Horrible, Boring time I've ever had.
The students are asked to rate the overall camp experience on that scale. They are given verbal instructions on the rating system to insure comprehension.
Here are the results for today's overnight camp.
Voyager: This Week: 9.20 Last Week: 9.20
Galileo: This Week: 10 Last Week: 8.80
Phoenix: This Week: 9.67 Last Week: 8.00
Magellan: This Week: 9.29 Last Week: 9.80
Odyssey: This Week: 9.71 Last Week: 9.63
The GALILEO takes the Prize for Best Overall Score!
Overall Ranking by all campers for this Overnight Camp:
This Week's All Ship Average: 9.57 out of a perfect 10.
Last Week's All Ship Average: 9.09 out of a perfect 10
Thanks All for Another Great Overnight Camp! Thanks for all you do to support the Space Center,Mr. Williamson
The Voyager story that premiered on The Troubadour's opening post continued on Monday, February 18, 2008 with this story continuation of life aboard the Starship Voyager.
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 2008
Life on the USS Voyager: An Officer's Journal Part 2
The Space Center's first simulator was the Voyager. These articles are the journal entries of a member of the USS Voyager's crew set in the same time frame as our missions. I hope this story helps our staff and campers get a better understanding of our universe and ships.
February 10, 2408 (Continues)
The Voyager’s sick bay sits at the end of a long, slowly turning hallway on Deck 5. From the starboard lift it can take a minute to reach at a brisk walk. I approached the automatic door in hopes of finding an empty waiting room. My anticipation turned quickly to disappointment. Every seat was full. I don’t want to exaggerate, every seat means all four of them but when you are in a hurry, four might as well be fifteen.
I presented my thumbprint on the computer registrar. “Hello Commander Williamson,” the monitor said in a soothing female voice. Just the voice you’d want to hear if you were coughing up a lung. “You have been registered. Please be seated. Your estimated wait time is twelve minutes.”
I thought about my next course of action. Twelve minutes wasn’t enough time to do something else but an eternity when your standing in a room full of the sick and near dead. My choice became clear when the computer monitor invited Ensign Jackson to step into the DC (Diagnostic Center). I took the empty chair and picked a place on the wall to stare. My super ego, trained by years of service in the fleet, reminded me of the work I could be doing on my Pad. I took it out and scrolled through my messages. It is amazing how easy it was to delete a message without reading it when your not feeling well. I put it away after discovering it was too uncomfortable to read with my head locked to one side. I went back to my passive examination of the spot on the wall.
“How are your new recruits?” Lt. Marlow asked from across the room in a low, raspy voice. Lt. Marlow was new to the Voyager. A member of the ship’s security department. A survivor of the USS Baltimore. She was found alive in an escape pod two weeks after the battle. Her pod mates had died one by one. The experience had an effect on her I was told by those that knew her from before the war. She was once a ‘by the book’ kind of officer. The new Marlow was kind and quick to turn an eye from things that, at another time, would have sent her straight to the Captain.
“They’re a challenge. Raw material waiting for the refiners fire,” I answered turning my whole body toward her because of my screwed up neck.
“I see you slept wrong,” she said to continue the conversation. “I’ve done that before. They’ll get you squared away in no time. They’ve got this new muscle relaxer that will put you right as rain.” The conversation ended with a coughing spasm. She was called in right after that.
Twenty minutes after registering my name was announced. I pulled out my Pad and quickly messaged the cadets giving them a reading assignment intended to keep them occupied until I could get there.
“Commander Williamson,” the monitor said again without any sign of annoyance at my delay. I stood up and walked toward the small hallway to the DC. A door opened at the end of the hall . I walked in facing a holographic doctor.
Mr Williamson
February 10, 2408 (Continues)
The Voyager’s sick bay sits at the end of a long, slowly turning hallway on Deck 5. From the starboard lift it can take a minute to reach at a brisk walk. I approached the automatic door in hopes of finding an empty waiting room. My anticipation turned quickly to disappointment. Every seat was full. I don’t want to exaggerate, every seat means all four of them but when you are in a hurry, four might as well be fifteen.
I presented my thumbprint on the computer registrar. “Hello Commander Williamson,” the monitor said in a soothing female voice. Just the voice you’d want to hear if you were coughing up a lung. “You have been registered. Please be seated. Your estimated wait time is twelve minutes.”
I thought about my next course of action. Twelve minutes wasn’t enough time to do something else but an eternity when your standing in a room full of the sick and near dead. My choice became clear when the computer monitor invited Ensign Jackson to step into the DC (Diagnostic Center). I took the empty chair and picked a place on the wall to stare. My super ego, trained by years of service in the fleet, reminded me of the work I could be doing on my Pad. I took it out and scrolled through my messages. It is amazing how easy it was to delete a message without reading it when your not feeling well. I put it away after discovering it was too uncomfortable to read with my head locked to one side. I went back to my passive examination of the spot on the wall.
“How are your new recruits?” Lt. Marlow asked from across the room in a low, raspy voice. Lt. Marlow was new to the Voyager. A member of the ship’s security department. A survivor of the USS Baltimore. She was found alive in an escape pod two weeks after the battle. Her pod mates had died one by one. The experience had an effect on her I was told by those that knew her from before the war. She was once a ‘by the book’ kind of officer. The new Marlow was kind and quick to turn an eye from things that, at another time, would have sent her straight to the Captain.
“They’re a challenge. Raw material waiting for the refiners fire,” I answered turning my whole body toward her because of my screwed up neck.
“I see you slept wrong,” she said to continue the conversation. “I’ve done that before. They’ll get you squared away in no time. They’ve got this new muscle relaxer that will put you right as rain.” The conversation ended with a coughing spasm. She was called in right after that.
Twenty minutes after registering my name was announced. I pulled out my Pad and quickly messaged the cadets giving them a reading assignment intended to keep them occupied until I could get there.
“Commander Williamson,” the monitor said again without any sign of annoyance at my delay. I stood up and walked toward the small hallway to the DC. A door opened at the end of the hall . I walked in facing a holographic doctor.
“Please describe your illness in detail,” the projection said. I gave it my symptoms.
“Please step into the Diagnostic Chamber,” the hologram said politely. I stepped in.
A light came on and the scanner did its thing. A solid bar of light moved across my body from head to toe, front and back. I was asked to place my right index finger into the ring at the end of the hand hold. I felt a quick jab - blood had been drawn. "Remove," the computer ordered. I did. A small red dot marked the spot of entry .
The last step of the scan was the sniffer. Air was blown over my body and monitored. Smells tell a great deal about a person’s health I’ve been told. “Please step away from the Chamber,” the holograph said. I looked into the eyes of the projection. They were looking at me but also not quite focused correctly into my eyes. Very real - yet not quite. I was directed to another small waiting room. I waited another ten minutes and in walked the Ship’s Doctor.
Dr Monroe was ancient by any standard. His records indicated an age of 126. Mandatory retirement used to be 100. Now, after the war, retirement is a thing of the past. All reserves are back in service. Monroe, as he wanted to be called, had a
no holds bar attitude toward everything. “Im too old to care about procedures,” he repeated to anyone who had time to listen. His dress and mannerisms reflected his attitude.
“When you’re 126,” I told my cadets before their first physicals with Monroe,”You can say and act any way you like, but at twelve years you do it my way or there is always the airlock.” They understood.
“According to this report from the DC you’ve got a broken leg and low blood sugar,” Monroe said leaning against the wall chewing the end of a stylus. His face was unshaven and his shirt untucked. His white hair hadn’t seen a brush in years. He stopped reading and looked at my leg from the doorway. “Looks more like a broken neck. That damn DC couldn’t tell the difference between an apple and orange,” he snorted as he hobbled toward me.
I thought to engage him in a conversation. “My leg isn't broken, I just can't stand straight. As for the low blood sugar - I think it's just another false reading. Why haven’t the tecks fixed the DC? Last time I was in here you were using some pretty colorful language to describe its diagnostic abilities.”
He waved his hand in front of his face to say a conversation about the techs would only be a waste of valuable oxygen. He ran his fingers over the back of my neck.
“Ow!” I reacted to his less than gentle examination.
“This will do the job,” he said. I felt a jab and a warmth flooded across the back of my neck. I lifted my head upright. No pain. “There, you don’t look like those eccentric Breens anymore. We’re busy right now so come back in a few days and we will look at your blood sugar. Most likely nothing but wouldn’t hurt to check it out again.”
“Thanks Monroe,” I said as he hobbled toward the next exam room. “Buy me a drink in the lounge next time I see you - it's the only kind of thanks needed.” His voice trailed behind him as he disappeared around the corner.
I was off toward the lift and the waiting cadets.
“Please step into the Diagnostic Chamber,” the hologram said politely. I stepped in.
A light came on and the scanner did its thing. A solid bar of light moved across my body from head to toe, front and back. I was asked to place my right index finger into the ring at the end of the hand hold. I felt a quick jab - blood had been drawn. "Remove," the computer ordered. I did. A small red dot marked the spot of entry .
The last step of the scan was the sniffer. Air was blown over my body and monitored. Smells tell a great deal about a person’s health I’ve been told. “Please step away from the Chamber,” the holograph said. I looked into the eyes of the projection. They were looking at me but also not quite focused correctly into my eyes. Very real - yet not quite. I was directed to another small waiting room. I waited another ten minutes and in walked the Ship’s Doctor.
Dr Monroe was ancient by any standard. His records indicated an age of 126. Mandatory retirement used to be 100. Now, after the war, retirement is a thing of the past. All reserves are back in service. Monroe, as he wanted to be called, had a
no holds bar attitude toward everything. “Im too old to care about procedures,” he repeated to anyone who had time to listen. His dress and mannerisms reflected his attitude.
“When you’re 126,” I told my cadets before their first physicals with Monroe,”You can say and act any way you like, but at twelve years you do it my way or there is always the airlock.” They understood.
“According to this report from the DC you’ve got a broken leg and low blood sugar,” Monroe said leaning against the wall chewing the end of a stylus. His face was unshaven and his shirt untucked. His white hair hadn’t seen a brush in years. He stopped reading and looked at my leg from the doorway. “Looks more like a broken neck. That damn DC couldn’t tell the difference between an apple and orange,” he snorted as he hobbled toward me.
I thought to engage him in a conversation. “My leg isn't broken, I just can't stand straight. As for the low blood sugar - I think it's just another false reading. Why haven’t the tecks fixed the DC? Last time I was in here you were using some pretty colorful language to describe its diagnostic abilities.”
He waved his hand in front of his face to say a conversation about the techs would only be a waste of valuable oxygen. He ran his fingers over the back of my neck.
“Ow!” I reacted to his less than gentle examination.
“This will do the job,” he said. I felt a jab and a warmth flooded across the back of my neck. I lifted my head upright. No pain. “There, you don’t look like those eccentric Breens anymore. We’re busy right now so come back in a few days and we will look at your blood sugar. Most likely nothing but wouldn’t hurt to check it out again.”
“Thanks Monroe,” I said as he hobbled toward the next exam room. “Buy me a drink in the lounge next time I see you - it's the only kind of thanks needed.” His voice trailed behind him as he disappeared around the corner.
I was off toward the lift and the waiting cadets.
The first month's posts also contained this email from a teacher
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 2008
An Email from a Teacher
Mr. Williamson,
Thank you very much for the great experience my students from Emerson had last night. Everything about it was perfect for them and they couldn't stop talking about it. I'm sure you find that a lot, but I was just hoping that all of the students would get into it. It was so fun to look around and see all of them very busy and engaged and having a great time.
The last time I came to your space center was about 15 years ago, and even though it was about the same idea, this was much better. All of your employees were also very good and helpful. A great learning experience!
Thanks again,
Margaret A.
My intentions for The Troubadour to be that ongoing story of living on the Starship Voyager quickly changed after seeing the potential of a blog over the YahooGroup. Her is another post from that first month's postings.
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 23, 2008
A Letter from a Happy Teacher
Victor:A heartfelt thanks for hosting us at the Space Center for our 6th grade field trip this year. I wish you could join us on the bus as we go back to the school so you could hear the comments the kids are making about the experience they had. They absolutely love how interactive/stressful and exciting the mission becomes. I appreciate the way you interact with them during the mission and the "grown-up" feeling that they have as they have to do it all on their own, without "teacher" help.
The whole experience was so well planned, as it always is. Smooth transitions from place to place, interesting science lessons and wonderful star lab presentation. This year I had an ELL student with very limited English and he was able to participate successfully as a decoder. Tell me any other field trip that that would happen with....such a difficult spot
for a kid to be in, limited English, and he's able to fully participate and engage in the whole experience! Impressive.
The atmosphere at that school just screams "learn, learn, think, think" and I'm sure that's due to the presence of the space center. It just feels like you want to be there and be professional and become a scientist! All of the kids commented on the cleanliness of the school, the organization of the program, the patient and helpful way that the teachers interacted with them and the successful feeling that they had. The teacher in the science room (stars, light, etc) did a brilliant job of sticking right with our core and showing them interactive experiments that we draw on all year as we complete our science studies.
I "brag you up" every year (this is my third year) and every year I'm more impressed as I come and realize the work that has gone into this experience for kids. Thanks for letting us come (we're Jordan School District) and participate in an experience that truly is that one unforgettable moment in the life of a sixth grader.
You're brilliant.
Tell all your staff I think they are the best.
Sincerely,
Laurie Benson
Rosamond Elementary
Riverton, Utah
The Troubadour's first month ended with this update by Sheila Powell. Sheila and Lorraine Houston were my two field trip classroom teachers. They were amazing to say the least. 2008 was one of the Center's best years!
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| Dr. Sheila with her field trip students |
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 2008
Fun Experiences in the Classroom
By Sheila Powell
Space Center Teacher
I had a fun experience in the classroom last week that I must share, too: I had just shown the kids the video clip of how the balance of nuclear fusion energy and gravity forms stars. I asked the kids if stars have so many nuclear fusion reactions at any one time, what keeps the stars from "blowing apart"? No answer from any of the kids, expect one. The kid was sitting right in front of me at the front of the class. He jumped up (scared me really!), waving and yelling loudly "GRAVITY!!!" I was a bit stunned by his excitement, and said something to the affect of:" I appreciate your enthusiasm, and yes Gravity is the correct answer". I gave him a marshmallow for his answer...he continued his excitement by doing a "high-five-I'M great-I'm good" dance in front of the class. I said, I appreciate your excitement for the answer (trying to calm him a bit), but then he responded: "You don't understand. I'm not the brightest kid in this class and when I get an answer right it's really a big deal for me!!!!!!"
Space Center Teacher
I had a fun experience in the classroom last week that I must share, too: I had just shown the kids the video clip of how the balance of nuclear fusion energy and gravity forms stars. I asked the kids if stars have so many nuclear fusion reactions at any one time, what keeps the stars from "blowing apart"? No answer from any of the kids, expect one. The kid was sitting right in front of me at the front of the class. He jumped up (scared me really!), waving and yelling loudly "GRAVITY!!!" I was a bit stunned by his excitement, and said something to the affect of:" I appreciate your enthusiasm, and yes Gravity is the correct answer". I gave him a marshmallow for his answer...he continued his excitement by doing a "high-five-I'M great-I'm good" dance in front of the class. I said, I appreciate your excitement for the answer (trying to calm him a bit), but then he responded: "You don't understand. I'm not the brightest kid in this class and when I get an answer right it's really a big deal for me!!!!!!"
I started laughing, his teaching started laughing...the whole class was roaring with laughter at this kid's answer and announcement of his "place in the world." The kid was laughing too as what he'd said!! I thanked him for his answer and his honesty regarding his educational status in the class. We all continued to giggle for awhile and finally got back to business. But I do know this: That kid "beamed" so brightly, proud of his answer, that for the rest of the time, I didn't need to turn on the lights in the classroom. We/the space center helped that kid realize, if only for a brief moment, that he was smart, capable and equal to his classmate. Yep, that was a great moment...a "Mount Everest" teaching/student moment indeed!!!
Here's another fun story from the classroom:
As I was preparing yet another group for the scary transporting process, one young girl looked at me particularly frightened. She looked a bit pale in fact. I reassured her that the transporting process was painless, and would only make her "armpits tickle" for a moment and then she would be on the ship.."at the speed of light", I told her. She looked me dead in eye and said, "I trust you...for now", and stepped bravely into the transporter. As I quickly rotated the transporter tube and preceded to transport her to her Voyager destination, we all (those anxiously waiting to be transported) heard her yell LOUDLY , "Tell my mother I love her!" We all burst out laughing.!!!! I love the fine line we all walk-- moving the kids everyday between reality and sci-fi ---with these kids...too much fun!!!!
SKPowell:)
Here's another fun story from the classroom:
As I was preparing yet another group for the scary transporting process, one young girl looked at me particularly frightened. She looked a bit pale in fact. I reassured her that the transporting process was painless, and would only make her "armpits tickle" for a moment and then she would be on the ship.."at the speed of light", I told her. She looked me dead in eye and said, "I trust you...for now", and stepped bravely into the transporter. As I quickly rotated the transporter tube and preceded to transport her to her Voyager destination, we all (those anxiously waiting to be transported) heard her yell LOUDLY , "Tell my mother I love her!" We all burst out laughing.!!!! I love the fine line we all walk-- moving the kids everyday between reality and sci-fi ---with these kids...too much fun!!!!
SKPowell:)
Happy 10 Year Anniversary to The Troubadour. Thank you to all you readers. We are few but we are devoted and avid fans of the Space Centers and the Space EdVenturing movement as it spreads far and wide thanks to the work of today's Troubadours.
Mr. Williamson
Theater Imaginarium
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