Today's blog is really connected to Monday's post. But, I interrupted the queue after I heard about Inspire My Heart With Art Day. Sorry for the discontinuity.
Tag Archives: STEM
Anti-Otherism at TJ
Is the lottery dead?
Remember when we considered what the elite school, the Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Technology, was planning to do? (You do recall this is often considered the #1 high school in the US- and that it fails to attract significant numbers of Black and Hispanic students. Which is exactly why changes to the admission system are being proposed.)
Solve
When I first heard about Solve, I thought the notice was from MIT. After all, this was a term MIT had bandied about for a long time.
STEM Leadership
STEM. Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics. (Of which I most recently spoke last Friday.)
How can we make STEM flower?
When I tell folks that I really want our children to become comfortable with STEM, they (naturally) assume I want great courses in science, engineering, technology, and math. Sure, I do. As well as great programs in music, grammar (none of this BS ‘texting vernacular’), history, citizenship, and the rest. Because our kids need to be world citizens.
It all stems from STEM
I remember when I was a little tyke, I would play in my basement. No, not with conventional toys. Oh, sure, one of my distant cousins (who was deeply involved with Sperry Gyroscope and its military inventions) had given me his son’s wonderful Lionel train set (which remained in my possession until I was 12 years old). But, it was my Lionel-Porter Chemistry set that held my attention.
One of 32!
A Rhodes Scholar. Earning this distinction means one has obtained one of the oldest international fellowship awards.
Woman of STEM
I should tell you that I don’t routinely read the obits. Oh, sure, I have friends who grab my paper to reach the Metro Section and flip to the end. where the obits reside. I always tell them I’ll let them know if they are wirtten up there- there’s no need to study those pages.
Don’t tell her no, no, no!
Almost 6 decades ago, folks could have told me to shut up. (OK. They did. I didn’t listen. I still don’t.)