When the Encino, California, door slid open, and suddenly, there he was. The most accomplished and respected coach of any millennium was dressed conservatively in a blue cardigan sweater and gray slacks.
Instantly, he appeared precisely like that mental photograph of him that we carried with us: owlish and dignified, with buttery-soft pale skin and sky-blue eyes that danced contentedly behind silver-rimmed glasses. We’re talking a 2005 interview and this article is a tribute to the famed coach-teacher. Let’s go back a few years…
John R. Wooden, basketball coach emeritus, emerges from the elevator behind a walker, a concession to hip replacement, arthritic knees and his 91 years. Yet his gait is purposeful, determined. He moves quickly but without hurrying. “Hello, nice to see you,” he says politely, surveying the hirsute visage of his visitor.
Business, government, education, communities, and families need competent leaders and positive role models. Some individuals aspire to be leaders and seek opportunities to develop the attributes, knowledge, and skills they require.
Others seize an opportunity to be a great leader when the situation arises-unplanned but a “decision window” which makes a difference for many. This case study investigates leadership from various perspectives. Illustrates how a crisis can bring out the best in a person and analyzes the important role that followers play in creating leaders.
How is leadership potential developed? In today’s society, what are the characteristics that define a leader – academic achievement, personal integrity, physical vigor, proactive responsibility, creative problem-solving? The United States and the World will continue to need people who can provide solutions, motivate followers and create a better place to live and work. Leadership education can benefit from exploring past and current leaders.
Orlando (Fla.) Sentinel, stated in an editorial back in 2005: “Rosa Parks was living proof that ordinary people are capable of extraordinary acts that can change the course of history. A half-century ago, Parks, then a seamstress in Montgomery, Ala., was arrested for refusing to give up her seat on a city bus to a white man.
Going back to college as a grownup can be a challenging or even scary experience. We all are aware that you can find numerous skilled and experienced persons who never attended college or who, for whatever reason, never were able to finish their high school degree.
For many people, gaining that piece of paper can turn things around in their professional or personal life, simply the fulfillment of their life time ambition. It’s just that the thought of going back to school after a long period of time could be quite a nightmare.
Very often, people who are going back to school after many years not having been in a classroom, are concerned about not being at the right place. They worry about fitting in a classroom with 18 to 25 year old’s, how to take good notes, how to study properly, and if they could do well on exams.
The process of admissions and obtaining financial aid is usually a puzzling and aggravating experience, but there are really good online programs to help you get through the process. It really is irrelevant what age you are, or how long it has been that you went to school. One thing is certain, you are not alone, millions of grownups have done so before you, just take the first step and you won’t ever regret you did it.
Despite not posting every day, as I had ambitiously envisioned myself doing upon beginning this blog, I have been working on my writing every single day since throwing myself on a roll. Most of this is comprised of learning – reading, reading, reading. However, I did throw myself on a couple of limbs. This is what I was up to;
AT and I also met three times, for several hours each, to work on our brand new script. AT is a hyphenated individual, and by that, I mean test taker-writer-website-maker. I find collaborating a terrific way to get started. It’s great to encourage each other on. Our script is moving along swimmingly so far, and having AT’s expertise in the area, and humor has been tons of fun.
On a side note, on Thursday it was sunny as all get out, so we scheduled our meeting for 3 o’clock on the patio of Las Margaritas in Kitsilano. With both of us in superior spirits, we decided to start things off with a bang – cheers with a shot of tequila, and a pitcher of strawberry margaritas. “Yeah, we’re drinking in the middle of the day! I love the biz!” Unfortunately, the combination of the sun on my pale, freckled body and mid-day boozing found me eventually lying on someone’s front lawn, petting their cat and drinking an enormous cotton candy Slurpee.
Needless to say, Friday’s meeting was alcohol-free. This is what I have to do:
Everything at the Bank Street College of Education originates from the belief that education is the most essential process in people’s lives and has an unmatched impact on our society as a whole.
The lineup of speakers at the school’s commencement ceremonies, who all received honorary doctorates, reflected this belief. They covered the entire spectrum of education: a writer who has enriched lives with her books, a teacher famous for getting her point across in the most meaningful way, and a politician who’s had the integrity and know-how to improve education, and provide quality instruction for the poor and disadvantaged throughout his career.
Telling isn’t always the trademark of a troublemaker. Sometimes it’s just a kid’s way of saying “I have no idea how to handle this”. Ignoring or reprimanding the act of telling just makes learning social skills and relationship building that much harder.
We know kids need a teacher for math and reading. Well, social skills are one of the most valuable skills we can learn and too often kids are left to figure it out for themselves. Because they’ve been silenced with “don’t tell” which translates into ”Don’t bring me your problems. Don’t speak up.”
It’s like an early indoctrination into conformity. I’ve been the parent who tells their kid to not tattle and go work it out. But, then I’ll notice their friend won’t do their part to work anything out. Instead, they’ll manipulate their way out of trouble by telling my kid, “Well you can’t tell. That’s tattling.” Too many kids care more about staying out of trouble than working things out.
Eventually, as kids get older, they might reason, “Well, I can’t tell, and I can’t work it out with the source, so I’ll find friends who will listen to me.” And what does that eventually look like? Read more
I was reading a certain blog for other reasons and ran across their entry about whether married couples should combine finances. This is definitely an emotional issue and as a result, people become very opinionated about it. Predictably, I’m sure, I have my own opinions, and I thought I’d do better writing about them here than letting them get lost in someone else’s comments.
I am divorced, so obviously I have been married before. My experience then was that we combined our finances. We had a joint account, and when either of us got paid it went into that account. Now, after my son was born (I think; I don’t remember for sure), I began arranging for a percentage of my income to go to a savings account I had back home that had been open since I had started high school in 1992.
I got married in ‘01 and I think I started doing the savings thing in ‘01 or 03, so do the math. But I thought it would be stupid not to put any money away for a rainy day. No specific reason why, I just vaguely felt it was something I should do. WSe didn’t have it back in the day, but now students can easily compare their hourly pay to what that would mean in a full-time job.
Both training and learning are being improved by developments which are permitting more innovation to be used in everyday college lessons. A brand-new sensation, of ‘linked knowing’, is arising, which is requiring that students and students in every phase of their education, right to college, have greater technological know-how in order to have the ability to participate fully, and discover their full potential.
In response to this higher use of modern technology, numerous professionals claim that the values of the class of the future should alter, to come to be one where synergy and collective learning and sharing of encounters will certainly be essential.
The huge danger that many educators see of this drive to higher embracing of modern technology is that some pupils will merely released from exactly what is going on in the class.
So I found this post, over at Rare Bird Freelancer, very helpful. It just outlined how to go about getting out of my horrible little job, into something I chose for myself. The way she put things made everything tangible and possible, if approached step by step. I was also reminded – ah, that pesky business of goals. So necessary, and yet so difficult to peg down, because then you’re accountable. So, without further adieu, my goals for the remainder of the year.
– Post in my blog an average of three times a week. Be an excellent editor for the e-learning website
– Write my first set of three query letters
– Continue meeting with AT to develop screenplay at least twice a week
– Finish reading my new book about freelance writing
– Get business cards made up
– Finally settle on a domain, and snatch it up
I think all of this is attainable. Once August is finished, I’m going to review back on how well I did, and establish some long-term goals – most likely with vision of six months from then.
For awhile, I was writing for hours everyday. And I don’t mean, organizing my e-mail inbox, twittering, getting distracted by my stumble button … I mean full-fledged pounding away at the keys, replacing my keyboard at the end of every day. All because somebody had the hare-brained idea of daring me, saying I couldn’t do my writing in mittens.
Not really. But I am known throughout google for my rabbit mittens, as told to me several times now by Google Analytics. So, that ones for you Rabbit Mitten people.
Anyways, I would write up a storm. And then, I would have a moment of self-refection here and there. Sitting in a big comfy arm chair, scribbling in my notebook. On the skytrain, sunlight shooting through the window, broken into fragments, shrapnel, warming me up. I would write in my notebook “I never write anymore.” Yet, I was writing 3 hours a day, 4 hours, maybe even 6 hours once or twice. That’s nothing to shake a lobster at, right?