Retreat!

dsc_9823cWhat high school takes all of their students on a 3-day retreat off campus for unity, collaboration, worship, guest speakers, activities and games? Desert Christian High School in Tucson, AZ does!

dsc_9749cEach year the whole campus, freshmen-seniors, as well as staff and faculty take off for three days around the backside of Mount Lemmon to the Triangle-Y Camp. Here seniors display their leadership capabilities and take on the responsibility of being mentors and group discussion facilitators, life-long skills that they hone throughout the year and into adulthood. Young men carry young lady’s luggage to separate camp grounds; worship time is, dare I say, better than church, and lead by students; small group breakout discussion times work themselves into deep discussions about life and how to embody a Christian spirit; activities challenge their mind, body and soul; and teamwork is displayed in terms of friendly, but determined home room competitions. dsc_9745cThe culmination of three days of reflection, confiding, consulting, playing, eating and worship is a bonfire under the stars, modern Christian songs sung in a cappella, and words of wisdom given by seniors and modeled by the entire student body.

There’s no place like Desert Christian my friends, no place at all. THIS is where you want your children to be educated, to be dsc_9693cnurtured, to learn the skills they’ll need to be successful adults in a changing modern world.

Bathroom Hall Pass

Most teachers have a hall pass that students must take with them while away from the classroom. My mentor teacher used a child’s potty training ring. I took a page from her ingeniousness and decided to go with a plunger (unused, of course.)20160909_095050

September 11, 2001

Fifteen years ago today, in the early working hours of the morning, I was working for a non-profit organization, busying myself with paperwork and probably sipping coffee. Word spread fast through the three floors of offices that something dreadful had just happened in New York. I and others on my floor rushed up the stairs to the third floor where the AV department and television was. Half the building crowded around that one television; we watched as the second hijacked plane hit the second tower. We watched as it crumbled to the ground, live there before our eyes. We watched as the events were told and retold, discovering then that we as a nation had been attacked by a foreign people on our own soil: the first time since the Revolutionary War.

I went to Ground Zero less than a week after the attack to assist in rescue work. The buildings were still smoldering then, smoke pluming into the air. Chaos reigned in the streets but the people who ran among them carried an air of nationalism about them: we were united. Probably not since the late 1700s had Americans banded together so collectively on one front; the age of the War on Terrorism had begun.

Never before had I seen so many flags flown from so many different perches: the back of pick up trucks, businesses, along an entire neighborhood row of homes. The flag had once again become a symbol of pride and patriotism, of justice and the power of a united people.

Last week my US History classes watched videos from that fateful day and discussed the details known all too well by those affected so intimately. This week those students participated in a photo shoot to remember those we lost on 9/11. Teaching history is like telling ancestral stories passed from one generation to the next. It is an honor to be called teacher, educator, storyteller.

‘Lest we forget.