Contact Victor Williamson with your questions about simulator based experiential education programs for your school.
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Friday, February 11, 2011

We Survived. And Now, the Weekend.


Hello Troops,
What an awesome staff!
Earlier this week I wrote about the perfect storm due to hit the Center on Wednesday and Thursday. It came, we stood firm and it blew through without so much as a single sail ripped from the Voyager's masts.

The wind started picking up around 2:00 P.M. Wednesday, quickly followed by sheets of nearly vertical rain. The boiling gray ocean threw itself against the Center's hull. We felt the deck give way beneath our feet, tossing us like rag dolls port side and nearly over the banister into certain death. The ship pulled itself from the brink, straighted out long enough for us to get our footing and bunker down for 48 hours of unrelenting turbulence. The alert was sounded and it was all hands on deck.
My thanks to everyone for their efforts, especially Lorraine and Sheila in the classroom and everyone in the simulators. Our work was appreciated by our visitors.
We gave them near perfect performances (near perfect because I wasn't running every mission ;)

So, as a reward for two days of going above and beyond, I present a bit of fun to help us unwind and relax for the overnight camp tonight and a full slate of missions and classes tomorrow.

Enjoy,

Mr. W.

Horror flicks on Planet Zlob. Bleck finds the sight of humans so disgusting he hides behind the Concession Stand to avoid looking at them.

Moss is the poster child for all IT nerds. I know many of the Space Center staff love the British comedy "The IT Crowd". If you haven't seen it, I suggest you give it a try.

The Empire is looking for a few good Clones! Join Today and Save the Empire from the Rebel Alliance. (We sound do a poster like this for the Orion Pirates with Bill as Mad Dog in the place of Darth Vader).


A quiet moment as dad leaves for work.

They are out there, many lurking in the nation's graveyards waiting and watching for the unsuspecting teenagers out looking for a good time in what they think is a deserted place (for you Dr. Who fans).

And finally, a quick stop on the way home from work for a coffee and a warm sticky bun. Join us the next time you're in town.

And finally a 'steam driven' retro computer. Wouldn't you like one of these sitting on your desk at work or home?

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Pure Imagination


Insanity or Imagination? Don't know, but wouldn't you rather see this rolling through your neighborhood than the 100 or so identical unremarkable minivans that bland our countryside?

And yes, I'd love to have the Addams Family as neighbors

Imagination is the guiding force practiced by those of us with the good fortune to be employed at the Space Center. It is the intoxicant that drives us day by day to motivate students to look beyond the here and now and gaze into the world of what may be through hard work, education and the spark of imagination, the very thing that makes us human.

Imaginists (my word for those of us that dabble in the art if imagination) toil to nourish the sense of wonder that provides the rich soil from which imagination grows. The fruits of which are seen all around us in our creations and the creations of our fellow travellers through this mortal sphere.

I challenge you to do every assignment in school and work creatively. Do it differently than anyone else. Put a bit of yourself into every task. Suddenly you'll find yourself standing out of the crowd. Opportunities will come because you took the risk to shake up the norms.

Of course, sometimes you'll fail. I'm use to flops. I'll take them any day over the mind numbing repetition of doing everything exactly like everyone else. I'll take the risks and the flops to create something from time to time that garners applause - but more importantly, something I can be proud of and unique to me.

So, to sum everything up, I challenge you to live your life so that you can say on occasion, "I did that".
That's the power of imagination.

Today I'd like to pay tribute to the creative work of certain individuals who have inspired my sense of wonder. Please sit back and partake in a feast of Pure Imagination.

Simply,
Mr. W.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

A Test of Wills




Hello Troops,
Today will be a true test of our ability to juggle multiple events at once. Some might say we stand ready to challenge a perfect storm without regard for life or limb, yet here we stand - ready for whatever may come.

The following events are swirling in the darkest of clouds over head.
  1. We have our normal field trip from 9:30 - 1:30. One of the classes will be 35 students. This requires a full teaching staff and four simulators.
  2. We have another 2 classes coming for a field trip from 2:00 - 6:00 P.M. Again, the staff will be staying late to accommodate this extra field trip.
  3. Central Elementary has parent teacher conferences today between 4:00 and 7:30 P.M. The halls will be choked with parents and students.
  4. Mr. Schuler finishes his Aviation Merit Badge Class tonight starting at 5:30 P.M.
  5. Mrs. Clegg will be starting her Nuclear Science Merit Badge Class tonight at 6:30 P.M. This will prove to be interesting because both merit badge classes and the field trip require the Discovery Room. How we will juggle that is yet to be determined.
  6. Another concern is keeping children from crawling all over the Galileo in the Lunchroom. Several teacher hold their conferences in the lunchroom. Their children run loose while their parents talk, and of course, the Galileo is a child magnet. They are drawn to it like flies to fire.
  7. Another concern is keeping children away from the Starlab Dome while we teach the Starlab lesson to the field trips. I'll have to post guards at the Galileo and the Starlab.

The wind is blowing and clouds swirl overhead. But, never fear, we are the staff of the Space Center. We will prevail as we always do because we are good, adaptable and flexible. It's that simple.

Thanks Troops for the extra effort today and tomorrow will require.

Mr. W.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Classroom Discipline. The Key to Success

Commentary
February 06, 2011
Fix Education Now!
By Brad Fregger

Every time I hear the President say something like "The goal of the administration is to assure that every child has access to a complete and comprehensive education, from the day they are born to the day they begin their career" (State of the Union, 2009), I wonder why it's taking so long.

Later (March 2010), Obama expanded on his theme:

In pockets of excellence across this country we're seeing what children from all walks of life can and will achieve when we set high standards[.] ... [But] politics and ideology have too often trumped our progress.

Obama blames the Democrats for opposing extra pay for teaching excellence and the Republicans for opposing funding for early childhood education. He honestly believes that if our education dollars are spent how he chooses to spend them, then the problem will be solved.

While these solutions might be worth trying once the major problem is addressed, as solutions of first choice, they fail miserably. Obama seems to understand this; in his 2011 State of the Union, he said this:

As many as a quarter of our students aren't even finishing high school. ... And so the question is whether all of us -- as citizens, and as parents -- are willing to do what's necessary to give every child a chance to succeed. That responsibility begins not in our classrooms, but in our homes and communities. It's family that first instills the love of learning in a child.

Bottom line: if Obama's proposals fail, it's the parents' fault.

When it comes to education, this administration, along with education elites, is ignoring the elephant in the room: the absence of classroom discipline. Teachers lack adequate authority to establish and maintain an orderly atmosphere where learning can happen. The result is that too often, students are not being provided "access to a complete and comprehensive education."

Let's shine a light on two "pockets of excellence" where our children are receiving exceptional educations.


The first story was shared by a friend, Sue (not her real name), who had two children in school in a relatively poor section of Tacoma, Washington, where 77 percent of the children were from families receiving government assistance. Sue was concerned about her son, who was having difficulty learning to read. She volunteered as a teaching assistant in a variety of the school's classes.

Sue moved to a different neighborhood the next year, where 48 percent of the children were on public assistance. The major difference in the demographics of the two neighborhoods was that the initial school had 40 percent minorities, while the new school had only 10 percent.

After Sue's children had been in the new school for about a year, I called to see how things were going, especially regarding her son's reading.

He's doing great ... What made the difference was the amount of classroom time a teacher has to spend on discipline. Previously the time spent on discipline was, conservatively, at least 70 percent. In their new school, not one minute of class time is ever spent on discipline. And that has made all the difference in the world.

The children in Sue's new school are getting three times the education just because discipline is under control.

What might be the result if total discipline was established in a class of low-performing minority students from families subsisting on government assistance?

That question was answered when my "adopted" grandson, Adnan Barqawi, was offered the opportunity to spend two years in the "Teach for America" program.

Adnan is an extraordinary young man, a Palestinian Arab who immigrated to the U.S. at seventeen to attend Virginia Tech, joined the Corps of Cadets, and then rose to be regimental commander of the Virginia Tech Corps of Cadets (the first Muslim ever to lead a university ROTC program). After graduating with honors and many awards, Adnan received his U.S. citizenship and gave the keynote address at the 2009 Virginia Republican Convention. He aspires to become a U.S. senator from Virginia.

Adnan was sent to a school in Marianna, Arkansas, where over 90 percent of the students in his fifth-grade class are from families on government assistance. His first impression upon entering the classroom was one of complete chaos. He struggled with a solution and finally decided to install the same discipline that he had learned in the Virginia Tech Corp of Cadets. Everyone was expected to say, "Good Morning, Mr. Barqawi" when they arrived and have their homework completed by class time. If they didn't, they had to sit on the floor; desks were reserved for students who had completed their work. Adnan accepted no excuses. Discipline in his classroom was maintained, period.

That first fifth-grade class started out at a second-grade reading level, scoring in the low 30th percentile for fifth grades statewide. When the 2009 fall semester was completed, the class average was in the 90th percentile, and all of the students were reading close to grade level or above. This was a phenomenal accomplishment, to be overshadowed only by the achievement of Adnan's fall 2010 fifth-grade class.

This class started out with the same issues as the previous class. However, this time around, Adnan was limited to teaching science and math subjects. In Arkansas, all fifth-grade students take a state-administrated science proficiency exam. Adnan's class average score for this statewide exam was 97.5 percent, the top fifth-grade class in the entire state.

This does not happen by accident. It demands everything President Obama mentioned: "high standards," "high expectations," and providing every student with a "complete and comprehensive education." However, Adnan will tell you, none of this is possible until discipline is established.

Why do we, as a nation, allow this situation to continue? The main problem lies with the education elites, who are too focused on their "ideology" and not on the reality of what goes on in many classrooms across America.

Adnan's solution is simple but firm. Initially, the students are hesitant to go up against their new teacher, and it is at this time that Adnan lays down the rules for being a student in his classroom. He is very careful to explain that it is to the students' advantage and for the sake of their future that he demands their commitment to this level of discipline. Within a week or two, the students are already seeing results and have accepted fully that Adnan is committed to their success.

In two years and three classes, Adnan has not run into a child he couldn't reach. Every one of his students has come around and ended up excelling, including one student who held a loaded gun to Adnan's head the first day of class. But that's a story for another time.

Solving the educational crisis in America involves a paradigm shift in the thinking of the administration and the educational elites. Until they acknowledge this elephant in the room and deal with it, our classrooms can never be the conducive environments for learning that our children need to excel. Let's give back to our teachers the authority to establish and maintain discipline in the classroom. Let's fix education now!

Monday, February 7, 2011

Pleasant Grove High School's Phantom of the Opera


Hey everyone, this is Adam (Odyssey Flight Director)

Some of you might have noticed that I haven't been at the Space Center much lately, and that is because I am currently a part of Pleasant Grove High School's production of The Phantom of the Opera. I'm writing this to hopefully get you people who read the blog to come and see the production. You can buy tickets at PGHS in the finance office, or at the show before it starts. If you are planning on buying tickets at the show I suggest you be there very early (like 6:00ish) because we could sell out. Tickets are only $5 for kids, $6 for students, and $7 for adults. The show has already been going for a week and will continue on through this next week (Feb 7-12). The show starts every night at 7:00 p.m. in the PGHS auditorium. It truly is an incredibly magnificent production and I hope to see all of you there!


Thanks
Adam

A Monday. For Some Wow! For Others Nooooooo.

Hello Troops,
Just about to leave for the Space Center. Thought I share a few things to get the week off right.
It's a busy week at the Center. We have double schools (field trips that go from 9:30 A.M. to 6:00 P.M.) on Wednesday and Thursday. I've got SEP parent conferences on Wed. and Thur and our 9:30 - 1:30 field trips on Wed - Fri all have about 35 kids in each class meaning all four simulators will be in use. Yep, a busy week.

Now this is what I call dreaming big.

And this one gets the Monday Imagination Award. Clever and worthy of a mention

And finally, I present the sad story of Kade the Koala. He once had a beautiful wife (Koala Anderson), nice sports car, hugh house... And now? Only an apple and cold concrete beneath him. It could be any one of us sitting there in his place except for the Grace of God. Let Kade's story of greed, ambition, love and loss at any cost be a lesson to us all.

Perhaps you should bring an apple to the Space Center for Kade when you come in to work or volunteer. I'm thinking we will call this new charity drive Kade Kare. Your Thoughts?

Mr. W.


Saturday, February 5, 2011

Bracken's Amazing Shot

Hello Troops,
Bracken Funk is one of the Space Center's amazing Flight Directors currently going to school and playing basketball for Fresno State in California. He sent me the video below on Friday. Yes, he is amazing. Just what you would expect from a Space Center employee.

Bracken will lead this summer's Leadership Camp for our 14-17 year olds. Be sure to register. Summer camp registrations are underway for anyone 10 to 17 years old.

Mr. Williamson



The End of a Friday......


The Younglings from Rocky Mountain Elementary are down for the night. The staff and volunteers have either gone home or are in their sleeping bags winding down from several hours in the simulators. I'm at my desk writing this blog post while I consider hitting the sack myself. The kids have been really good - which is a blessing for us. We have exactly 23 boys and 23 girls on this camp. It's not often we get a perfect balance.

I just looked outside. The ground is dusted with newly fallen snow. More is falling, but only visible in the street lamp's light. I'll have to brush the snow off the Battlestar before leaving at 6:05 A.M. to pick up the morning's donuts at WalMart. We're out of M and M's (our patented Magic Medicine for everything from Denebian Slime Devil bites to excessive solar radiation to third degree phaser burns and disfiguring transporter malfunctions). I've got to remember to pick up a bag or two during my morning donut run.

This room I'm in doesn't have heat so the temperature hovers in the mid 60's for most of the day and lower 60's at night. I brought an extra blanket, having learned my lesson by shivering all night long on last week's camp. Speaking of the cold, before going to bed I need to push the override button for the gym heating system. Mrs. Houston tells me that the heating shuts off at midnight unless I do.

In 12 hours or so our Super Saturday will start. It ends at 5:00 P.M. For myself, and many of the staff, our one day weekend begins when we hear the final latch engage on the school's front doors when the last person leaves the building at 5:30 P.M. I feel a rush of accomplishment, having put in another long week as I drive home listening to A Prairie Home Companion on the Battlestar's radio. Those darn folks from Lake Woebegon are a hoot, don't ya know.

Now let's be honest....... Don't you wish you were here with us right now and not in your warm bed at home?

Time to collapse on my pad with two blankets, and dream of epic battles in the Orion Cluster.......

Mr. W.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Friday's Considerations at the Imaginarium

A full day's cycle from night to day

Hello Troops,
It's Friday and we're off to the races. "A Cry from the Dark" is on the agenda for Windor's fifth graders. Rocky Mountain Elementary's students will make up our crew for the Overnight Camp, then a Super Saturday on Saturday. It is a busy weekend - just the way we like it at the Space Center.

Just a few items for your consideration as we get the weekend off to a good start.



Am I the only one who's noticed the dark clouds of gloom and doom hovering over so many people's heads in Utah? My desk is located at the crossroads of three of our five simulators at the Space Center, so I get to listen to people from every part of the State, along with my own staff and the staff of Central School. Many tell me of their premonitions of impending doom. They feel the Apocalypse is nigh. They see the writing on the wall.

"There has never been so much unrest in the world," I've heard some say (funny, but they've forgotten both world wars).
"Have you noticed the strange weather, just as foretold," others say (funny, but have they forgotten the dust bowl of the 30's? Just to name one example).

I return their worried look to mirror what they're saying, but deep inside of me their fear isn't taking root. Why, you may ask. Am I not a believer in the Mayan Calendar? Do I believe revelation? Well, no and yes - to a degree.

I've lived long enough to see bad times come and go. Just from what I know about history, I guarentee there have been worse times. I challenge anyone to bring me evidence that what we see and hear today is worse than anything that has happened in the past. You'll find it difficult if not impossible to do so. Isn't it a pity students today aren't spending more time studying history? Without that historical foundation, our students lack the mental tools needed to sift through the propaganda to see what's true and relevant.

My advice, spend some time reading history. Watch the History Channel. Watch a bit more channel 7 and 11. Become informed, and suddenly you'll see we've had it much worse and still managed to pulled ourselves out. Have a little faith in what humanity can do when our backs are to the wall.


And finally, a comment or two on parenting.
I had it worse growing up in South Dakota during the 60's and 70's than anything many of you experience today. Back then, parents, teachers and principals could get away with things they wouldn't think of today. Why I remember the time I told my mother I hated her. I was just a youngling wanting to go outside and challenge my friends to a dirt clod fight in the vacant lot at the end of the street. My mother wanted me to spend my precious after school time cleaning my room or something. She gave me a couple good swats on the rear end for saying I hated her and sent me to my room. A few minutes later she crept to my doorway and listened to me laughing. Her spankings didn't hurt but I surly had a way of making them sound like they did. She burst in trailing smoke from both ears. To make a long story short, I ended up standing beside the road on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation with a sign around my neck reading "He's yours. By the way, he is the great great grandson of Gen. Custer" ;)

Back then everyone had permission to discipline a child. It wasn't uncommon for my friends and I to come home from school with bruises on our backsides and hands from our teachers, principal, custodian, lunch ladies and the bully from the class next door who everyone was terrified of (We weren't always the best behaved children).
And when spanking didn't drive the devil out, mother always had our dog Frosty. I've always wondered why mother kept a puppy around the house.

Yes, growing up back then was much different.

See you in the trenches,
Mr. W.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

A Real Cloaking Device?

This is a great article.....A real Crystal 'cloaking device"....Klingon's beware.

http://www.popsci.com/science/article/2011-02/using-special-crystals-researchers-achieve-true-invisibility-visual-spectrum

Sheila Keller-Powell
State Coordinator,
National Geographic Bee
Space Center Educator

A Black and White Thursday

Hello Troops,
Imagination can be expressed in many forms. Digital imagination is especially effective because it captures a moment in time and presents it as a snapshot to the observer for consideration. The observer's mind takes the image and creates an imaginary world from his past experiences, giving a place and purpose to what is seen. Cloverdale is where I practice this form of imagination. I find it more rewarding than a crossword puzzle or sudoku.

For Thursday, I'd like to present three images in black and white I found recently for your consideration. Where do they lead your imagiantion? Who are they and where are they going? What are they thinking? What is the rest of their story we will never see?

It is for you to decide.

Taking a moment to listen to the snow? (Click to Enlarge)


You've heard of the moonwalk. Perhaps we are seeing the fist timewalk ever captured on film. (Click to Enlarge)

Music on a Snowy Day (Click to Enlarge)

And now, it is time to get to work.
A yellow bus will be arriving soon and then, watch out. All Imagination will break loose!

Mr. W.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Aleta Cratchet of Williamson and Marley Simulations



Aleta Cratchet stumbled through the biting cold. The wind driven snow swirled around her, making it hard to see where the curb ended and the street began. She held her mittened hand up against her forehead hoping to shield her eyes from the stinging ice.

The Cratchet children were reluctant to get out of bed because of the cold. Their small coal fire had gone out during the night. Coal was a necessity the Cratchet's couldn't always afford on the wages paid by Williamson and Marley. The extra time it took to get the children up and off to school meant she would be late for work. It was apparent after leaving her flat that she wasn't the only one delayed by the storm. The pavement was busy with people, all looking for a friendly door and fire. Alas, that wouldn’t be her lot. She worked for Williamson and Marley Simulations.

She opened the door to the shop slowly, hoping the small bell attached to the frame wouldn’t ring. It did.
“What is this?” Williamson bellowed from his dark musky office to her left. “The clock on the wall shows ten past. If I’m not mistaken, you’re employment starts at the top of the hour. Am I correct, or have you found employment elsewhere and have come to turn in your notice?”

“I beg your pardon Mr. Williamson. It will never happen again. My children needed more attention to get off to school. You see, its the cold. Our fire went out...”

“Silence!” he shouted. “What happens out of this office is no concern of mine. I expect you to respect your obligations to this office as you do your responsibilities to your offspring. Why should I be required to suffer discomfort because of your choices? Perhaps you've forgotten the work houses, supported by my taxes. There is always a place for you there. ” His voice was sinister in sound and cold in intent.

“Yes sir,”

“Then let this be the last time we visit the subject of tardiness. Get to your desk. We’ve a business to run and coin to make.”

Williamson and Marley Simulations

Aleta walked down the hallway toward the cubicle she called her office. The carpet under foot was worn with age. The rose pattern all but gone. She found her desk, turned on the computer and pulled her coat tightly about her. A coal stove sat in the corner. Through the grate she saw the faint orange flame struggling to dance in the unwelcomed Arctic air. The coal bucket beside it held three pieces of coal, the amount allocated for a winter’s day by Mr. Williamson’s reckoning. The temptation to put the entire day’s ration into the stove nearly overtook her sensibilities. A moment of weakness would warm the room for an hour or so, but afterwords, her only companions would be the dark and cold.

She reached for the flashlight kept on the desk beside her. The light illuminated a perfectly round section of the ceiling above her head. She imagined it was a burning torch. She held her fingers over it to warm them. It was a quarter past the hour. She heard Williamson shuffling down the hallway, sniffing at the air. He seemed oblivious to the cold and rarely kept a fire in his office, not wanting to bear the burden of lost coin spent on comfort. It was two years ago he agreed to supply the clerk’s office with coal, and that was only after repeated pleadings from the local vicar of St. Anthony’s Church on the Commons.

Williamson used his nose to sniff out waste. Aleta could tell he was sampling the air for evidence she’d used more coal than the agreed on ration. She was happy she’d resisted the temptation. The noise in the hallway stopped.

“At work are we?” a cracked voice spoke from the doorway. She looked up to see the top of a head partially covered with thinning hair. An eye appeared, It looked at her, then the stove.

“Yes sir,” she replied.

“See to it then. Waste not want not,” he grumbled. “No one respects a day’s work anymore,” he mumbled as he shuffled back toward his office. “Be here all the earlier tomorrow,”
His door shut, leaving the office quiet - except for the sound of the wind and snow pelting the four squared window. Aleta turned toward the computer. Three day's of work for a normal office waited to be done before lunch. It was Williamson's way.

P.S.
Boy was it cold today. When I came to the Space Center it was 6 degrees. Aleta arrived on time and sat at the desk. I noticed she hadn't removed her coat. That wasn't surprising. The office, Odyssey and Phoenix have air conditioning - but no heat. On a day like this, the Space Center office stays around 64 degrees. When I saw Aleta sitting at the computer all bundled up, the kernel of a short story popped into mind. And you know me, tis a temptation I can't resist.

Monday, January 31, 2011

And for Monday...

Hello Troops,
It's a Monday and the start of another work week. Just a few random pictures to start the week off right.
The title picture is fitting when one considers the news coming from the Middle East. We have the Old Guard slightly unerved by their nation's young. We have a new generation of young people who realize they don't have to accept the injustices their parents tolerated. They demand democracy, and as a result, we hear the dominos falling. First Tunisia, now Egypt and then what? We live in interesting times.

I realize America's young rarely have time for news, considering all the demands for your attention (I realize asking you to cut some of your Facebook time for the news is going too far), but I feel strongly that you should. Take a moment and read about the events that are unfolding in this unstable part of the world. It will affect you in some way.

I always wondered where falling stars came from. Now the only question left to ask is why I hadn't realized this before....

What's wrong with this picture? That's right, it's missing Pleasant Grove. And what would be used to illustrate our lovely little town in the back woods of Utah? Some might vote for the Purple Turtle, while the more intelligent among you would insist the Space Center is the best representation of what makes Pleasant Grove unique.

So how do you vote? Purple Turtle or The Space Center?

And finally, Wall - E - Star Wars Style......

Have a Great Evening Troops,
Mr. W.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

A Stumble Down Memory Lane.

Hello Troops,
We survived the largest Overnight Camp in the Space Center's History on Friday. Our max. is 45 campers for any given camp. We had 51 show up Friday night. They just kept coming and coming and coming. In the end there were ten not on the lists sent by the schools. I had a choice to make. I could either call the parents of the ten disputed students and have them come to collect them, or I could find a way to let them stay.

I played out each phone call in my imagination. I didn't even know I knew the swear words my imagination conjured up coming from each of the ten parent's mouths. Thirty seconds into this "What If" scenario I had to shift mental gears and go to my 'happy place' to slow my racing heart and lower my blood pressure. I knew I couldn't make those calls.

I looked at my older staff. They were looking at me, wondering what my decision would be. I wanted to send ten home, but who would I order to make the calls and handle the phone rage? Who would I have do the very thing I was terrified of doing? Who was on my butt kicking list for having missed work or coming to work not properly dressed? Who deserved to spend an hour listening to language not fit to print in any dictionary, language so foul the nation's alert level would surge upon detecting the hatred spilling through the cell towers and phone circuits?

Each of them were looking at me with the same drooping, helpless eyes a dog gives its master after having wet on the carpet and not wanting a whooping with the evening's newspaper. In the end I abandoned the idea. I realized if I had one of them make those fateful calls I would be hauled before a United Nations Tribunal in the Netherlands for Crimes Against Humanity.

"OK, we won't send them home," I announced.
"What are we going to do with ten extra kids?" Mr. Daymont asked. I wanted to say "Give them to you" but knew the shock would cause an instantaneous loss of blood to his brain causing a physical collapse in front of 51 campers.
I thought back to the last time we had large numbers, remembered what I did and made the pronouncement. "We take 31 of them and split them into two teams. One team does a Voyager 2.5 hour mission while the other does the same in the Magellan. They switch ships at 10:20 P.M. The Voyager can do a school field trip mission. They're designed for larger groups on the Bridge."

The staff liked the idea, what choice did they have?

The campers were delightful. They were excited to be at camp and had no problems doing whatever we asked. We all got through the camp unscathed thanks to an awesome staff and brilliant campers.

What can be said of my performance? I went and hid behind my desk for most of the night after dividing the kids into their ships. There are times in a teacher's career when hiding behind our desks is warranted. I just crawled into that little space reserved for my feet and stayed there until the world seemed normal again. If the staff asks, I tell them I dropped a thumb tack. Everyone knows you can't leave a lost thumb tack laying around, especially with a staff that likes to wonder shoeless at bedtime during an overnight camp.

It's Sunday now and all seems well. This is behind us, we learned from it, and will be all the more ready if it ever happens again.

I was looking through my old photo albums and found a few gems from an Honor's Night held in 2002 I'd like to share with you.

Honor's Night 2002


Rio Downs is being presented a retirement gift. Rio left the Space Center to work as an administrator at the Wendover airport. I suppose her new work turn out to be similar to what she did a the Space Center. Here, she worked on starships packed with eager and excited children ready to win their missions and save the universe for freedom and democracy. In Wendover, she'd be working with airplanes full of eager and excited seniors coming to work the slots to purchase freedom from their woefully inadequate social security.

Lorraine Houston is giving Josh Babb his multiple ship pin. Josh ran the Magellan and the now retired Falcon.

Yes, this is Brady Young, eight years younger receiving his seniority pin. Brady was a Voyager and Magellan Supervisor. Brady is still with us at the Space Center as he works through college. We have to share him with Best Buy. There is no doubt which job he prefers.


Scott Slaugh is on the receiving end of another seniority pin. Now how's this for a hiccup in the fabric of space time? Today Scott is married to the daughter of Dr. Carter, Central's principal and my boss.

Tanner Edwards receiving his pin. Tanner was with us for years and did an excellent job. The Honor's Night was held in the school's cafeteria. The lion painted on the wall is long gone.

Ryan Parsons isn't suffering from hypothermia. The blanket is his reward for volunteering for a whole bunch of hours (I can't remember the exact number which is why I said 'whole bunch'). The blankets were hand sewn by Mrs. Houston.

Look at these young faces. Casey Voeks starts us off on the left, followed by Katie, Megan Warner and Sam Brady. Alex DeBirk is standing in the background. The pillowcases were hand sewn by Mrs. Houston. You earned them for volunteering almost a whole bunch of hours.


Look at our happy volunteers, each holding his or her Year of Service pins. You recognise some of these faces from the previous picture. There are few other faces in this picture you may recognize. BJ Warner is on the far left. Mrs. Clegg is behind him. And who is that next to BJ? Why its a very young Emily Perry (now Paxman).


I'm reading a proclamation of some kind. I'm thinking this is the gathering where I declared myself "God of Flight Directing". By the way, the simulator Falcon was kept in the white boxes you see in the background. We set the ship up every Friday night for the Overnight Camps and took it down every Saturday morning at the camp's completion. One of the Starlab domes covered the boxes and equipment. Some of you old timers may remember the Falcon. It was run by Josh Babb, Stacy Carrol, Bill Schuler and Lorraine Houston.


This picture shows our newest Supervisors. Megan Warner, Jameson McDougal, Wesley Moss, Casey Voeks, Sam Brady, and Rick Cowdell. What an awesome group. Megan is currently on a mission in South Korea. Jameson recently married. Wesley recently returned from a mission to South Dakota, Casey is still with us in addition to working for Olive Garden, Motel 6 and has his own radio show on KTKK. Sam is at BYU. We've lost track of Rick. Anyone have an update?


Two real old timers. Dave Wall, creator and builder of the Odyssey, is shaking hands with James Porter. Today, James is a teacher at the Thomas Edison Charter School in Logan. James is working to create a Space Center at his school. He is married with a baby boy.

Randy Jepperson receiving his seniority pin. Randy recently married and comes to the Space Center from time to time on a Saturday to take the younger staff on in dodgeball.

Thomas Hardin is on the left. Clint Cowdell is in the center very pleased with himself for earning his Black Shirt. Clint became a new volunteer that night. I can't remember the name of the other boy in the photo.


Thomas, Clint and Emily either holding or wearing their black shirts. I believe new volunteers started wearing red shirts (like Thomas) back then. You received your black shirt after volunteering for so long and getting a pass of or two.

Well Troops, let's have another great week at the Space Center.

I look forward working with you in the trenches.

Mr. W.


Friday, January 28, 2011

January 28, 1986. The Challenger Accident

Hello Troops,
Today we pause to honor the seven astronauts that died in the orbiter Challenger during lift off. On board was school teacher Christa McAuliffe.




Crew of mission STS-51 L, lost January 28, 1986

Commander Francis R Scobee
Pilot Michael J Smith
Judith A Resnik
Ellison S Onizuka
Ronald E McNair
Gregory B Jarvis
Sharon Christa McAuliffe

Wreckage of Challenger during recovery from Atlantic ocean.

Thoughts by Mark Daymont
Space Center Educator

While we commemorate the loss of the crew, and recognize the courage of those who explore space and understand the value of the risk, let's also remember why it happened. I'm not talking about the actual failure of the frozen o-ring which allowed hot gas to escape the solid rocket motor. I'm talking about the failure of leadership. Someone was too eager to please superiors and succumbed to the pressure of a schedule, ignoring warnings from those who understood the danger. Seven lives were lost. The failure was doubled later, when those guilty of the failure tried to cover up their mistakes by blaming and persecuting the very engineer and team that warned them about the danger.

May NASA and ATK (formerly Thiokol) never make that mistake again.

Challenger in orbit, picture taken from the SPAS satellite.

After the accident, America endured a period of waiting while engineers and scientists examined the cause of the accident and modified the shuttle boosters so that the same problem would not occur. Let's also remember that there were great sacrifices made by NASA and contractor workers to solve the problems and get us flying again. Eventually, shuttle Discovery returned our nation to space travel.

We need to encourage private companies to continue their work on new launch vehicles and crew capsules which will give us alternatives to just one government launch system. With the competitive nature of Boeing, Lockheed, Space X, and Virgin Galactic, we look forward to a more prosperous space travel scenario.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

NASA Remembrance Day



By Mark Daymont
Space Center Educator

Today has been set apart as a Day of Remembrance for the lives lost during the great exploration of Space. Although we specifically honor American lives lost, we also remember the lives lost by the Russian explorers in tragic accidents of the past.

As symbolized in the space patches shown above, we specifically remember the loss of Apollo 1 on the test pad in 1966, the crew of the shuttle Challenger in 1986, and the loss of the crew of the shuttle Columbia in 2003. All these brave men and women were lost due to mechanical errors, and each was different from each other. That means we learn from our mistakes and press on, overcoming the obstacles to achieving the goal of making risky space exploration as safe as we can.

Every year when we commemorate our fallen space explorers, we are told that the explorers felt the risk was worth it. History proves that this is generally true. Closer to Earth, think about the many losses in the past of exploration history. How many voyagers lost their lives to unexpected storms crossing the oceans to discover opportunity in the New World? How many lives have been lost in the attempt to conquer air travel? And don't forget that lives have been lost by explorers who have sought adventure discovering underground passages and treasures.

But today we remember men and women like Ed White (first American to walk in space) who perished in the fire of Apollo 1, Christa McAuliffe (chosen to be America's first teacher in space) who was killed in the Challenger explosion, and Ilan Ramon (first Israeli to fly in space) who died in the breakup of Columbia during re-entry.

While Senators, Representatives, and Presidents argue over how much money to cut from NASA and cannot find a consistent path for our American space program, let's remember the true cost of space exploration and remind ourselves that we cannot let those sacrifices be made in vain. In a year that will see the end of a major space program, let's hope that we may also see the birth of a compelling and exciting new space exploration program.

For more information, go to NASA's website commemorating the losses of our explorers: http://www.nasa.gov/externalflash/dor11/

A Few Thoughts on School Reform.

Today, a Few Thoughts from Those of Us Still Regarded as "Old School"

Hello Troops,
A few thoughts education to start this Thursday. Did you know the US already spends more on education per person than any of the the 34 wealthiest countries in the world save Switzerland?
Think of all the money being poured into our schools:

Obama’s fiscal year 2011 budget hikes total discretionary education spending to nearly $51 billion.
Toss in another $35 billion for mandatory Pell grants.
$4 billion for the illusory “Race to the Top” charade to improve academic standards.
$10 billion for the Education Jobs Fund signed into law last August
$50 million for the Striving Readers comprehensive literacy development and education program
$82 million for Student Aid Administration
$10.7 million for the Ready to Teach program.
$100 billion in federal stimulus funding for school programs and initiatives administered by the U.S. Department of Education.

Neal McCluskey accurately described the real impact of the $4 billion Race to the Top paperwork theater: “States must say how they would improve lots of things, but they actually have to do very little. It is decades of public schooling — from the Great Society to No Child Left Behind — in a nutshell.” You need a chainsaw to cut through the bureaucratese of the winning state applications, but the bottom line is that the “race” is “won” only when school reformers get buy-in from the teachers unions.

Despite massive multibillion-dollar “investments” in teacher training, America’s educators are horrifyingly incompetent at even elementary math. Explaining why American grade-school students can’t master simple fractions, one math professor confessed: “Part of the reason the kids don’t know it is because the teachers aren’t transmitting that.” Instead, they’ve ditched “drill and kill” — otherwise known as the basics — for costly educational fads ranging from “Mayan Math” to “Everyday Math” that substitute art, self-esteem and multiculturalism for the fundamentals of computation.

And what about all the money spent on technology in schools? Nationwide, in both urban and rural school districts, large and small, technology infusions have turned out to be gesture-driven boondoggles and political payoffs that squander precious educational resources — with little, if any, measurable academic benefits. Mark Lawson, school board president of one of New York state’s first districts to put technology directly in students’ hands, told The New York Times in 2007: “After seven years, there was literally no evidence it had any impact on student achievement — none. The teachers were telling us when there’s a one-to-one relationship between the student and the laptop, the box gets in the way. It’s a distraction to the educational process.”

Perhaps we should stand back and let the government spend several billion dollars in new spending that would go toward studying why the last several billion dollars in new spending hasn’t had a demonstrable effect on academic achievement.

When will they get it?

OK, now a few of my thoughts on school reform in the few minutes I have before getting ready to teach school:
1. Hire competent teachers and pay them well. You'll attract people that can actually teach.
2. Reduce class sizes so the teacher can work with individual students. Warehousing kids must stop.
3. Give teachers a teachable curriculum with proper textbooks, workbooks and supplies. Teachers spend too much of their day preparing lessons. Let that time be spent working with students.
4. Let there be consequences for failing to learn, consequences with teeth. Parents must be brought on board. It's either educate Bobby now or society will pay the bill later with Bobby either in prison or living on welfare. Of course the one variable we can't control in this reform is what happens in the home. We can't legislate good and proper parenting and without that, Bobby's chances of success are compromised. But, if there are serious consequences for failing to advance at grade level (not taking into account learning disabilities) then the consequences must be directed at parents as well. I know it sounds harsh but this is a national emergency. Our nation's future is a stake.
5. Put children in uniforms. Level the field in school. Take as much social pressure off the child as possible.
6. Reward success. We all work for rewards (paychecks). Children need meaningful rewards. Perhaps taking some of the billions of dollars spent on useless educational programs and diverting that into college scholarships earned "as you go" would motivate students to succeed. For instance, if a child achieves at grade level and perhaps goes above and beyond then reward that child with a state or federal grant set aside for his use in college (the money would be forfeited if he didn't go to college or some form of post high school education. Bobby would think twice about dropping out of high school knowing he'd loose several thousand dollars in grants if he just sticks it out). Parents would be delighted and Bobby would have something tangible in hand for his work. These grants would be awarded at the end of every school year in a mandatory school assembly with parents on hand. Wow, imagine the peer pressure on children and parents to succeed.

OK, enough. I've got to go to work. I have a math class to teach and field trips to run. I'm in the classroom now 28 years and I don't like the direction things are going.

Take what I say or leave it. It is your choice. It just does me good to shout out my frustrations from time to time and hope someone that can do something about it will listen.

Mr. W.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Hubble Space Telescope Makes Amazing Discovery

By
Hugh Collins


Astronomers say they may have found the oldest galaxy ever seen by human eyes.

The galaxy, little more than a smudge detected by the Hubble Space Telescope, is about 13.2 billion light-years away from Earth and dates back to when the universe was in its infancy, according to The New York Times.

Photos taken by Hubble Space Telescope show the oldest galaxy ever discovered.
NASA / AP
Images taken by the Hubble Space Telescope show the deepest image of the sky ever obtained in the near-infrared,left. The enhanced image, right, shows the galaxy that astronomers say existed 480 million years after the big bang. This ancient galaxy offers new insight into the early cosmos, when there were many fewer stars and galaxies than later.

"The fact that we are finally able to look into the primordial universe for the first time is quite exciting," said Olivia Johnson of the Royal Greenwich Observatory, according to BBC News.

Part of the reason that older galaxies are so hard to find is that they are moving away from us as the universe expands.

This means that their light shifts to longer wavelengths, like a siren that sounds lower as it moves farther away.

Using Hubble's new Wide Field Camera 3, astronomers led by Rychard Bouwens from Leiden Observatory in the Netherlands were able to detect light going back all the way to when the universe was a youthful 480 million years old.

The team says there is a chance that what they're seeing isn't actually a galaxy. Still, they say they're 80 percent sure that what they've found is indeed the oldest galaxy on record.

The findings are published in the journal Nature.

The astronomers hope the data will provide some insight into how the formation of galaxies accelerated and what happened to the fog of hydrogen and helium that filled the universe billions of years ago.

"This is clearly an era when galaxies were evolving rapidly," the astronomers said in the article, according to The New York Times.

Monday, January 24, 2011

This Morning's Encounter with a Young Jedi.


I was in my place. The music was playing as students from Lincoln Academy moved from Central Elementary’s stage, through the Space Center’s revolving doors, and into the Voyager Simulator. I stood on the Bridge looking at my working home for the past twenty years. It was clean and tidy and, if I say so myself, pretty darn good looking for a ship still using technology from its last remodel in 2000.

I heard footfalls on the spiral stairs as the younglings made their last, fateful climb into destiny. I could tell they were 5th graders by their size. I asked the first person who reached the top of the stairway just to be sure. Some Flight Directors love the younger campers, while others prefer older students. Fifth graders usually take longer to train and aren’t as quick on the mental trigger as our older students, but they are so excited to see the simulators for the first time after hearing their older brothers and sisters talk about their field trips from years past.

“Papers,” I requested from each child when they reach the top of the stairs. Some had them ready for examination. Others had to dig them out of their pockets. The line stopped as they unfolded them for inspection. I looked at the papers to see where to seat them. Some waited for me to point them to their chair. Others handed me their papers and walked on, having no clue where to go. I suspected they suffered from a partial brain paralyses brought on by the awesomeness of the Voyager. Their brains fired in overdrive to understand the sights, sounds and smell of the simulator leaving no conscious thought to remind them to stop for direction.

Then, he arrived.

A young blond boy walked toward me from the top of the stairs. He was a dead ringer for the young 10 year old Anakin Skywalker I’d seen in the Star Wars movies. He was dressed in Odyssey blue.

“Papers,” I requested as I reached out to straighten his uniform with his shoulders. I didn’t see them in either of his hands so I assumed they were tucked away in a pocket.
He raised his arm and extended it near my face.

“You don’t want to see my papers,” he said. His eyes focused on mine. His look was stern and determined.

I’ve been taking papers from thousands and thousands of students on the Bridge for the last twenty years and not once has anyone said that to me. A proper response escaped me.

“I need to see your Boarding Pass,” I repeated the demand.

He waved his hand across my face and repeated, “You don’t NEED to see my papers.”

It was then I realized who I was talking to. A Jedi Knight was standing in front of me on my own ship’s bridge, a very young Jedi Knight.

“You’re powers of persuasion are useless here Jedi,” I said my most sinister voice. He smiled and, without delivering a Boarding Pass, walked on to examine every part of the Bridge.

That young boy was clever. He didn’t have his Boarding Pass, so instead of just saying he didn’t have one, he use his imagination and turned the situation. Instead of me thinking he was just another boy suffering from terminal absent mindedness, I thought he was the most clever boy I'd encountered at the top of my stairs this year. Instead of him becoming just another forgotten face like the hundreds and hundreds I see each week, he will be remembered for a long time because he employed the power of creativity.

The lesson is one for all to remember. Imagination is a power as commanding as the Force, and you’ve been blessed with one. Use it or lose it.

Thank you young Jedi for a moment of brilliance this morning. The memory of your seven second interaction with me will last for years to come because you’ve just been given your own post on the Space Center's Blog - whoever you are.

Mr. W.