Field Trip

During the last week of February I went on a field trip with the 8th grade class that I had been observing for one of my classes during A term. I was very excited to go on this for a couple of reasons, the first being that it was going to be my first time on a metro school bus. Private school kid. I was also in charge of my own group of students and I also had not been to the Capitol in years.

The trip there was uneventful. All of the students were very well behaved even though half of the 8th grade class did not go because they either had bad behavior or did not pay for it. The first stop was the Tennessee State Museum. We were there to see the “Slaves and Slaveholders of Wessyngton Plantation. The plantation was located in Robertson County.  The students were split up into two groups. The group that I was with did an educational activity first that involved looking through primary sources to learn about the slaves that lived there. Overall, it looked like the students enjoyed the activity. When it was our turn, we went through the exhibit. It ranged from various items that were in the house to articles of clothing that were worn. 

Tobacco hanging to dry

Tobacco hanging to dry

When we finished in the museum, we made our way over to the Capitol building. The students liked the fact that someone is buried there and they all were able to identify Andrew Jackson.


We got a tour and ventured upstairs where the students were able to sit in the seats in the Senate Chambers. Needless to say, they all loved that!


Once the field trip was over, we got back on the bus and made our way back to West End Middle School. We did not get very far until we got a call saying the other school bus broke down. Oops. That provided some entertainment for the 15 minute ride back home. 

It was a day full of education and adventures with those little 8th graders! 



LIfe’s Big Question

It is crazy to have to think about what I am going to do when I finish graduate school. I am about to start my second quarter and I have to figure something out. Scary. I love two things; maritime history and American history. Predictable, yes. I was talking with my mom today about the whole thing and what to do. Should I spend the crazy amounts of money to finish my SCUBA stuff or just wait. I keep chaining my mind. What to do? Big, huge, massive question. It will fall into place, this I know – BUT when? Here’s one thing I do understand. I hate architectural drawings and blueprints and using a freaking plum bob. I want to preserve historical artifacts, and yes downtown districts have history, but it is not personal to me. I still can’t get over the fact that I got to hold Andrew Jackson’s guns, walk into his lib ray and hold a letter than Robert E. Lee wrote. 

The western United States is fairly new. On my trip I drove through these small little towns that at one point, were very prosperous. Now they sit in ruin. The little museum in Stanley, Idaho has so much potential, but it all comes down to money. Theodore Roosevelt’s farm in North Dakota is in danger, along with so many other places.

I am really just rambling my thoughts on here. I guess my calling will come. Classes need to hurry up and start so I can start answering Life’s Big Question.