View from the back row . . .

My son has always enjoyed the sports of baseball, hockey, and golf. Until this year he had not had the chance to take part in any organized school or league versions of any of these.

This year he entered his freshman year of high school and was ecstatic about the fact that his school had a golf team. About once a month all year he would remind me of his excitement and anticipation of golf season in the spring. He loves the academic side of school, especial math and computer sciences, and it was fun to see the twinkle in his eyes about this new adventure he was going to launch himself into.

Well, spring is here, the snow has melted, and at the beginning of the month he began this new adventure. It was cold, but he enjoyed the practices, playing nine holes after school and he headed to bed a earlier than he had been due to the experience. A little over a week ago he took part in his first meet.

I was able to follow along and watch this first round and Twittered about it step by step:

akamrt Getting ready to head out and see my son’s first JV golf tournament.

akamrt Being the excited dad as my son gets ready to tee off in first high school golf season he is nervous and excited!

akamrt 14th tee par 3 nice tee shot and andrews hs golf career is under way

akamrt 17th unnerved him a bit but hes back on track

akamrt Nice straight consistant shots he needs to work on distance

akamrt Lots of trees on the coures when the ball lies close he is uneasy but figured it out on last hole with nice shot under a pine tree

akamrt Golf is a very self conscious sport

akamrt Nice chip and 2 putt. He’s well over par but i couldn’t be prouder of his determination and sportsmanship

akamrt Another chip and 2 putt finishing off with a flurry 1 hole to go!

akamrt Beautifully played last hole!

akamrt First tourney is official and in the books

He continues to improve each time out and loves being part of the team. I am excited for him and throughly enjoy watching his development and the light in his eye.

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One of my greatest joys in life has been watching my children grow up. This also has been sad because I know they will one day be grown and moving on to the life of their own making. For right now, however, I enjoy each moment and there was one of those button-popping moments a few weeks ago.

My daughter is a much more social individual and school, while she does well, is more of a social venue then it is a learning one. So, this year when science fair time rolled around and she was getting excited about being in her first real science fair, she declared she wanted to build a robot. This was the first year the district had opened up the competition to include this type of project.

We discussed what type of robot she wanted to build and she eventually settled on trying to develop one that could write letters. Her motivation was that she wanted to see if something could be built to help individuals who were in some way handicapped and had difficulty writing but could use a keyboard.

We pulled out an old Mindstorms kit and she set to work. She worked on many different ideas that she saw in her head. She sketched and constructed - then reconstructed an started over. She asked questions. She sought the advice and expertise of her brother. She researched the Internet for ideas and designs that might help her.

She played with sensors and reconfigured things over and over until she arrived at a point that she felt her robot would be able to write at least a few letters. Then it was on to the programming. I showed her how to build a program using the software provided and gave her a few examples of programs to guide her. Unfortunately we ran into problems getting the old radio transmitter to work with the RCX. Over and over we tried. I finally told her that I thought there was a firmware issue with the RCX and I would try to get it fixed. We were not able to solve the problem in time for the fair.

In her accompanying paper she wrote about her ideas and the road blocks that kept her from completely accomplishing her goals - but she added at the end, it would be possible to develop a tiny robot that could be programmed to write and that it could be accomplished on a small scale so it could be portable. This, she thought, would enable someone who could not write to be able to have a tiny robotic machine that could be used to, at the least, sign an individuals name for them.

Sunday morning we headed off and set up the display, complete with prototype, report, traditional tri-fold board. During the first hour she was interviewed by the team responsible for judging the entries in the invention category. She handled herself with professionalism and confidently as I listened from a little distance. The judges asked her about her experience and what she thought about the fact that she wasn’t able to accomplish all of her goals. She explained that though the robot didn’t work the way she had intended, she felt she was successful in determining if her goal could, with time and resources, be accomplished. Of course she explained it in her very grown up eleven-year-old vernacular.

We didn’t know if she would win an award and of course my cautionary parenting gene kicked in to help prepare her for any eventual outcome. The rest of the day was spent watching professional scientists do experiments, give lessons, and talk about their own inventions. Right after lunch the ribbons were placed on the students work - she was so excited to see a first place ribbon. She wondered aloud, “Dad, do you think I will win the category?”

To close out the day the awards were announced, with the Inventions category being first. The announcer began, “And in the Inventions category,” (long pause) “I am sure you are wondering,” (another pause) “the category winner is . . .” Then my daughters name came out of his mouth. I looked at my son and said, “Your sister won!” He smiled. He had placed first each of the three years he took part. Of course I moved quickly to the front to snap her picture. She went on stage to receive her $500 scholarship and I stood there being as proud as a parent can possibly be.

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Hugh MacLeod is a cartoonist and professional blogger. I love his work and its succinct depiction of oft times very complex ideas. Check him out at Gaping Void.

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I get occasional email thoughts from the parent of a former student. This individual is on the faculty of the Poli Sci department at the University of Wisconsin - Madison . . . I thoroughly enjoy reading his thoughts and wanted to share this one, it is titled “The Senate of the Future”:

Looking ahead, the next president is going to be named Obama, Clinton, or McCain, right? And there has been a lot of discussion about acrimony hurting the Democratic Party and there is starting to be an equal amount of discussion about acrimony within the GOP, exemplified by the Dole-Limbaugh exchange. It is also likely that the Senate will be
(narrowly) controlled by the Democrats. Well, put those things together and look ahead. Continue Reading »