Monday, December 19
journey preparations
Monday, December 12
Sunday, December 11
temptations
Wednesday, December 7
arrival of a piano
Saturday, December 3
presenting research via dance
One reasonable question is whether there are particular gains to making a professional presentation via dance. The struggles of the urban student, the challenges of maintaining trust within a school, the resistance to stereotypes of failure versus excellence — each of these crossed my mind as valuable stories to share. In contrast, the TED talker does some odd things with easy chairs and footstools that are amusing but did little to extend his message. I've learned that doing silly things for their own sake is only partially fulfilling. In contrast, cleverness combined with deeper meanings resonates louder and longer. For example, the Nightmares event when Zero pretended to field a phone call from home was silly on one level; it also reminded us that we are more than the actors we portray during professional meetings.
For now, I don't see how dance will find its way into a presentation at a conference. But if I were to proceed with this idea, the downloaded moves (left) might guide my solo interpretive performance. Maybe it's not that hard to envision …
Monday, November 28
gustatory input substantially contributes to the preferential ingestion of beer
Bugs and Bass Ale |
Apparently fruit flies are attracted to beer and the researchers wanted to know more. More than describing that Drosophila like beer, the scientists wanted to uncover a causal model that explained how the bugs were drawn to the beer. The flies were hungry and thirsty so they had been primed to go after something. Using Bass Ale as one temptation and yeast solution, rotting grapes, or smashed bananas as alternate choices, various strains of fruit flies were allowed to choose between the drinking options and regular sugar water. Some fruit flies had a certain gene removed from their DNA, a gene that would otherwise allow them to detect glycerol. In this diagram, the white boxes represent the strain of files with the Gr64e sequence missing from their bodies. Because they lacked that gene, their attraction to beer was much reduced compared to "normal" wild fruit flies. The quoted line that forms the title of this entry translates to: "flies with taste will drink beer." Not only is this an important discovery, it was sufficiently noteworthy to appear in Nature.
What'll you have, Bugsy? |
Body odours of volunteers who consumed beer increased mosquito activation (proportion of mosquitoes engaging in take-off and up-wind flight) and orientation (proportion of mosquitoes flying towards volunteers' odours). The level of exhaled carbon dioxide and body temperature had no effect on human attractiveness to mosquitoes. Despite individual volunteer variation, beer consumption consistently increased attractiveness to mosquitoes. These results suggest that beer consumption is a risk factor for malaria and needs to be integrated into public health policies for the design of control measures
- It is NOT impossible to receive federal funds to do beer research.
- Beings who drink beer prefer its taste over other spoiled liquids.
- If you are going to drink beer in malaria country, be sure to get your shots. Or maybe do shots instead of drinking beer.
* In case you are curious, Gr64a (5’-GGCGTTAAGCAGGTGGAGAG and 5’-CCAGATTCGAACAACTGCTGG),
Friday, November 11
jumping from a plane
You look at the situation and you say, "Okay, this is what can go wrong." Basically, you step back from it and look at all the variables. "Okay, what am I going to do to minimize risks?"
You're putting things together as best you can — and then it all boils down to that one minute.
It's just about being in the moment. And this is where I want to be.
Friday, November 4
processes of becoming
For one, the energy of the conversation demonstrated the substantial need many had in voicing their notions about “the academy” and what it stands for. That many spoke, novice and veteran, was an indication that several are struggling with these notions. This was a rare opportunity to be heard. What was intriguing was how an otherwise mundane department meeting "degenerated" into such a revealing and useful conversation. Beyond its rarity, it is not the first time where a dull document opened doors to deliberations that were not anticipated but ended up revealing a great deal. I don’t typically view my department as rich in quick thinkers even though they are warm and nurturing teachers and advisors. Nevertheless, and I don’t want to be misunderstood as labeling my peers as dull, the discussion brought to mind this excerpt from John Dewey’s How We Think:
As the metaphor of dull and bright implies, some minds are impervious, or else they absorb passively. Everything presented is lost in a drab monotony that gives nothing back. But others reflect, or give back in varied lights, all that strikes upon them. The dull make no response; the bright flash back the fact with a changed quality. An inert or stupid mind requires a heavy jolt or an intense shock to move it to suggestion; the bright mind is quick, is alert to react with interpretation and suggestion of consequences to follow.In trying to lighten the load in my file drawers at home, the previous weekend I disposed of the just-found personal statement I submitted when I went up for associate professor almost fifteen years ago. My recollection was similar to what I read before the document went into the bin. Then I made the case that my research was not necessarily all along the same path but still showed some purposefulness even though others could misconstrue it as wandering. At the recent department meeting, I found myself taking exception to a young scholar who was advocating that a quality tenure dossier ought to show a clear research trajectory. I don’t fault his perspective because that was his training and he has done a very admirable job following that path. While it worked well for him, and I have been a clear beneficiary of his scholarship as has the field, I was reluctant to endorse that as THE sign of being worthy of associate status.
Just as students in an undergraduate non-majors physics class can be seen as in the process of becoming, I have been wondering about newbies to the academy. How can we describe what is expected at the outset from those who will pursue promotion six or so years into the future? Beyond the end products, what ought to take place along the way — what do we expect or hope for among this who plan to become tenured faculty in an education department? The corollary is to exit those who choose not to use the academy as we feel they should. Added to this, what are the various ways we might allow people to become, including those who are not living in the same world or coming to the work along the same path as me? Whether a person is referencing their students as they work quizzes about muon travels or considering how to specify what it means to become a professional academician (or educator) it seems that having high ambitions combined with considerations of differences is both a challenging and a refreshing way to contemplate the growth of others.
Wednesday, November 2
taken for granted
When the electricity cut off at our house, these realities came home. The clever wall mounted devices that turn a room from dark to brightness were suddenly nothing more than heavy duty plastic clickers. As late afternoon transitioned to evening, the house was quiet. The laundry was certainly less agitated as it took its time soaking. The hum of the computers’ fans went silent. We watched the pinkish sky filter through the trees which were in turn showing off their golden foliage. But with the dimming light came concerns about the increasing chill. Heavy winter blankets and quilts were pulled from closets. A new high efficiency gas furnace is nothing without electricity to give juice to its control panels. While the water was still flowing and before the nearby water tower drained, I stocked our home with water. Once again, I counted my blessings to be a home brewer.
Unlike the August storm, heat and hot water were a priority. In my all-grain brewing package was a wonderful insulating pouch that has proven its ability to keep 6 gallons of water quite hot for many hours. So one brew bucket was filled with piping hot tap water with the knowledge that hot top water would be at a premium in just a few hours. This was supplemented by three, six-gallon containers of non-heated water for other sanitary uses. Next was the concern about lights. In addition to candles, I found my camping headlamp and a crank radio that gives some light, too. The gas stove wouldn’t light on its own but a handy grill lighter allowed my partner to boil water for spaghetti and heat a jar of sauce. No meatballs alas because we had to keep the refrigerator and freezer sealed against thawing over the coming days.
Others who lost power several days before ours gave way have been at work. It allows them to access the web, use a shower, and sit in a chair without wearing coat, gloves and hat. None have actually spent the night in their office as far as I know but who could fault anyone for contemplating such a thing. After all, going to work is in some ways a blessed convenience, even for simple things has having a toilet seat to rest on that isn’t icy cold. And having considerable light at one’s command is another glorious phenomenon along with on demand music, beverages heated to near boiling in a couple of minutes, and ambient warmth. This is all to say that I realized just how much I was taking all of this (and more!) for granted. For those 65 minutes between when the electricity left and when it returned, I renewed my admiration for the miracle of modern conveniences.
Tuesday, November 1
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Many thanks for taking the important step: you have chosen to receive email alerts each time a new blog entry is published. As you may be aware, our productivity has been a little irregular as of late. At this moment, it appears nearly two and half months have passed since the previous posting. While some might suffer guilt for not writing over the time frame, our production team is pleased to report progress on other fronts during that time. These include:
- Our sources indicate that over this brief timespan, nearly 15,728,924 new human souls have been added to the planetwide tally. While we are not about to take credit (nor blame) for this increase, this is a trivial piece of information. Whether 15.7 million births is an outside limit for time between blog entries is an open question. There is the assumption that this escalating rate at which people hump and squirt babies out of their private parts will only increase in frequency. Frankly, we don’t have the energy to do the math so if this intrigues you, have at it.
- The second edition of our textbook has just been released. Our company sent us a half dozen examination copies and we have received a report from Chicago that a colleague’s bookstore has assured her there will be a supply available for her students in early 2012. Interestingly, one can order a used copy for 20¢ less than the listed price for a new copy. I wonder if used versions will extend their price difference by an additional 10¢ per day as time marches on. Quite amazingly, a request posted this summer asked us to send a free instructor copy to an adjunct instructor – with the plea to also autograph the book. Audacious!
- Two highly botched graduate level education courses have been unraveling. The first is loosely based on the material embedded in the above-mentioned text. But with a ragged start (i.e., just one class meeting in September) we have yet to establish any momentum. Five students were missing this past week because of food poisoning, feeling ill, traveling back from ROTC training, another stranded by the snowstorm – and the fifth for reasons that are still unknown. The other course is a weekly seminar associated with student teaching. There is a hodge-podge of reading materials (including an educational graphic novel) and a loosely structured set of requirements: open-ended reflections and lesson plan outlines. The reason this week’s class will not go badly is because that regional campus has now been closed for the remainder of this week due to power problems and downed trees.
It is feasible that few of these things would have been accomplished has there been more attention given to this blog. If we are able to kick-start the writing machine, it may well be that fewer books will be written, fewer children will be born, and a smaller fraction of graduates will sustain class meetings where the professor is so distracted that they aren’t sure he knows where he is. Time will tell. If this all sounds interesting, then the subscription service will suit you well. If you want to unsubscribe, you’ll have to figure that out on your own.
Thursday, August 18
unfinished business
On the BBC program The Graham Norton Show during Series 8, Episode 4 (broadcast in November 2010) the actor who plays Harry Potter sings a song about chemistry. In this show, what element came just before and what element came just after when he sings the name of the element whose chemical symbol is Sn?
Inside the envelope (see sample here) they received a fictionalized email from their host teacher. I would remiss if I didn't acknowledge the extraordinary design and assembly work by my co-teacher. Her passion for marine biology is matched by her enthusiasm for crafts. A week ago, she showed a video of a commercial that several of her friends had forwarded because it reminded them of Jenna. The class saw the similarities. Sure enough, by the end of the day, the classroom tables, floors, and even our faces were enhanced by glitter ("So much glitter!"). Why was their glitter? Because one challenge was to create a door hanger that would be a visual reminder of some aspect of science teaching that the novice wanted to keep in mind (e.g., wait time). Hot glue, colored markers, and glitter. Big jars of it.
In addition to the crafts, the teams were also required to generate a Lesson Plan outline that attended to the structure we had emphasized since the first day of class. Beyond addressing each component, that Lesson Plan had to be ambitious, collaborative, and public. A nice thing about our program is that everyone has a laptop and they could have done this work on a google doc or through some other collaborative electronic media. However, the closet from which glitter and glue sticks emerge also contained buckets of sidewalk chalk. Thus, each group had to generate their Lesson Plan in the parking lot.
I tend to believe I have a pretty good imagination. This was much more impressive than even I had the right to expect.
Sunday, July 31
teaching science reality show
I suspect future teachers come to their preparation program with preconceived notions about teaching-as-performance. What else would explain why a middle school candidate, when told to do a lesson on magnets, included in her plan a video of a frog suspended in a magnetic field. Luckily, even via email, I was successful with having my former student recognize the folly of her plan. And in sharing this story, my crepe-munching companion suggested that I should train them to prepare lessons as if they were on the Amazing Race. If you aren't familiar, the signature moment is when the competitors tear open an envelope to learn their next challenge. What if instead of rushing off to eat live octopus or find objects in a rat-filled building, the competitors had to develop a winning lesson plan?!
Many of my teaching strategies are designed to help manage my own petty frustrations. For example, I thought it unfair that a student could earn all the points in a class to earn an A and have poor attendance. Rather than become perturbed, I created a policy whereby I would calculate a final grade based upon the lower of two percentages: points earned or attendance rate. No-shows didn't trouble me at all because it had the potential for influence their GPA. I also felt as if that policy reduced absences. Fast forward to 2011 where I'm irritable that all the best instructional strategies we discuss and rehearse are put in a box and shoved under the bed once a teaching interview arises. This summer, I have been emphasized the Grand Unified Lesson Plan (GULP) as the lesson framework:
In an effort to reinforce this framework and the associated expectation, on a whim I proposed that this was much like "Iron Chef." You know in advance that you have to prepare a multi-course meal. You must have the necessary preparatory and plating skills along with some creativity. It isn't until the secret ingredient is revealed ("Frozen PEAS!!") that you are able to channel your skills and expertise toward a product. Several students nominated this analogy as valuable in their weekly electronic reflections. And so the trap has been set for the last class session.Step 0. Identify topic and Translate into Big Idea
Step 1. Pre-assess Every Student
Step 2. Engage: Build Public Representation
Step 3. Explore: Small group activity
Step 4. Explain: Combing Findings with Teacher Input
Step 5. Access Scientific Information: Quick Read
Step 6. Extend: Application Discussion
Step 7. Evaluate: Closure / Exit Slips
On that morning, students will be divided into four person teams representing a cross-section of science certification areas. After a few preliminary bits of foolishness (e.g., "what element is sung immediately before and which is sung immediately after the element whose symbol is Sn?") the troops will receive the topic that is to be the focus of their lesson plan. They are to create an entire GULP format lesson based upon this supplied term. They are to also employ accommodations for English language learners and make sensible use of an educational technology. Actually, we may have to scratch the latter because it feels unrealistic. But in many ways it simulates what should transpire in the days and hours leading up to delivering a sample lesson to a roomful of strangers. Furthermore, it forces the participants to engage in debates about instructional design. Ideally, it will also induce them to engage in the spirit of collaboration that we believe is so central to the profession yet rarely demonstrated -- let alone practiced.
And that is our plan for now. Otherwise, I'm working on concepts that would be useful whether a person has allegiance to biology, chemistry or physics and have some evidence of a variety of student misconceptions. Currently, those topics are Oxygen, Energy Transformations and Conservation of Mass. Admittedly, it's not as clever as turning sheep fuzz into footwear. But at least I won't have to imagine how it all comes together.
Saturday, July 30
WTR: WTF in ATL?
By examining student answer sheets, officials can identify unusual response patterns. One metric they use is WTR: the number of erasures changing a Wrong answer to the Right choice. The first indication that cheating might be taking place was when some schools in Atlanta had an average of 14 WTRs on a 40 question multiple choice test. A startling statistic but circumstantial — except that after an investigation of schools with high WTRs in 2009 showed a dramatic drop in erasures for 2010. Sadly, those were accompanied by plummeting scores in some schools. A subsequent investigation (think: "mixed methods") involved interviews of hundreds of people. Many, many individuals confessed to cheating. Sometimes a teacher would tell individual students to change their answers. In certain schools, the principal made it clear that changing student responses was a desirable strategy. There were also reports of “changing parties” in which groups of adults systematically corrected mistakes.
As expected, many see this as evidence that standardized tests are inherently evil and the pressure to raise scores provoke such behaviors. If this is true then the solution would be to simply stop using standardized tests. Somehow I can’t believe that this is sufficient. After all, at some level adults were aware that their dishonest actions were harmful to children. Many who would have received educational intervention services because of low performance were not identified. And yet they and their parents were never alerted to their academic struggles. What puzzles and intrigues me is more than how widespread the problem is but rather that it is proving to be systemic. Evidence is mounting that coercion and intimidation trickled all the way down from the then-superintendent's office and to individual classrooms throughout Atlanta.
A common refrain about reform is the difficulties of making change systemic. The Atlanta situation proves otherwise albeit in an insidious way. Rather than praise the superintendent for influencing an amazing number of people to do things they might not have otherwise done, one wonders whether there is any hope for a similar transformation that is more honorable. Could we realistically imagine energy being invested throughout a large school system that would produce genuine learning gains rather than artificially inflated scores? Or is this an example where a simple solution took hold and spread whereas the more honest approach is so fraught with difficulties that it is naive to expect anything different? I would like to believe that there are leadership lessons to be learned from Atlanta that that would resonate across a school system but by drawing upon the goodness in educators and parents rather than draw out the scheming and self-interested aspects of far too many people.
2011/07/22/opinion/22letters-art.html
Friday, July 29
parlay view
The two-week China adoption trek (already five years ago!) was so tightly managed that I never even contemplated trying to acquire any Mandarin. In my role as support staff (aka "the Manny") I would only ever be on the receiving end of messages. It was clearly brazen when I traveled to Colombia with nary a sentence nor even a phrase book. We were confident our host and hostess would translate anytime it was necessary. The flaw in this plan revealed itself when our flight departing from Colombia was cancelled. Nothing like being frustrated and anxious AND mute. My upcoming trip to France promises to offer some linguistic challenges since Lyon is best known for its gastronomy and the associated displeasure with those who attempt to speak only in English.
Beyond plans to tote a French phrase book, I bought an introductory language CD that contains eight, thirty minute lessons. I had to re-listen to Lesson 1 four times before I could follow the introductory conversation. In general, I can mimic phrases with close to the right intonation. However, the stereotype of the nasally Frenchman struck me as far too comical for me to authentically copy. In Spanish while the r’s are rolled, in French there is a preponderance of throat-clearing. My goal was to produce sensible words in a French restaurant, not a sample of slime from far back in my mouth. So I was conflicted: how to sound French without making myself laugh at my own voice.
Having mastered the exchange in Lesson 1, I girded myself for Lesson 2. It turned out to be basically a review and only introduced a couple extra word variations. This was a great distraction since at the time I was driving on an essentially deserted stretch of interstate. I was bored, it was blazing hot outside, and there was no shame in talking to my digitized tutor. In trying to speak loud enough to hear myself over the air conditioner fan, I began to find my voice. Simultaneously, I was realizing there was not a lot of French I was going to master over the next month. The combination of my loud voice and the recognition that I wasn’t on pace to become conversant turned into an increasingly pitiful call-and-response:
CD: Say: “I don’t understand.”As the volume grew, I was startled by the urgency in my voice. What might have been amusing in my pronunciation was overwhelmed by the earnestness. I believe you would have felt badly for me even if you could not understand my words. The meaning was clear and I felt it to my core. I imagined being at the train station ticket counter, money and schedule in hand, unable to make a purchase to get from Paris to Lyon. I continued repeating the phrase, beating my fist and becoming louder and more plaintive. I envisioned myself rising from my table at a nice bistro, first addressing the waiter and then appealing to the other patrons to take pity on me. Hungry, thirsty, tired, far from home: I don’t understand French!
Me: Je ne comprends pas. Je ne comprends pas!
CD: Say: “I don’t understand French.”
Me: Je ne comprends pas le français. Je ne comprends pas le français! Je ne comprends pas le français!
Thursday, July 7
meeting the new principal
We walked across the street and into a classic bodega, the kind most of us have only experienced by watching movies. Just inside the door was the counter on the right, framed by plexiglass. Two local kids were laboring over the candy choices displayed on either side of the cashier’s window and below. Surprisingly there were also fresh vegetables and locally baked bread available to purchase. My friend had been here before and knew where the plain M&Ms and Sour Patch sticks could be found. Understandably, she wants to become known in the neighborhood. While I would have been content to simply observe the confectionery conversations, Stacy asked the taller boy what grade he was in: “Eighth” he answered brightly. His buddy was going into sixth. When Stacy uncovered that they were going to the “new” school across the street, she offered her hand and introduced herself as their principal.
The delight on the boys' faces as they left the store to get on their bikes was something to witness. It was more than the glow of having met a celebrity. Their faces suggested an unexpected eagerness about the next school year. The regular neighborhood school they had attended just a month earlier was being transformed over the summer. It was going to be a new place. And now they had met the lady who was going to be running the place. Excitement, anticipation and hope. Stacy has an incredible amount of work to do between now and the first day of school. Over sandwiches she and a couple of her team members were trying to figure out how to rotate three grade levels through a tiny cafeteria. And then there is the matter of who will supervise the children as they eat. But even with the countless tasks required to physically whip the place into shape, I envy Stacy and am proud that she also noticed the glow that her handshake pumped into her future students. Things are going to be different, things are going to be better, and if I am wise then I’ll find ways to contribute and reap benefits.
Sunday, June 12
boxes
Some stuff has to be kept. Now I could probably scan in the old photos of me with Cleveland kids, or with four nieces and nephews on my lap (now all high school graduates) and even before that, photos of my adult Boy Scouts in Illinois. And since some pictures were a little stuck together, it would make good sense for me to spend a day converting those to an electronic format. Otherwise, when I'm in the retirement home, I'll have no way to recall what color kerchiefs the men in uniform wore nor how cute and innocent the third graders were at the time. I also found a small moose antler and a jester's hat in gold, green and purple … a great deal of junk. Even random pages from an old Far Side calendar. If I don't decide what gets trashed, those dispositions will be determined by some other force, either human or mildew.
None of these feel like cares and woes. But it is strange to find bits that remind me of experiences I might have otherwise never recalled. I'm not sure whether those reminiscences are valuable. Truly, it's more of a curiosity to stumble across, for example, the list of words distributed during a conference Buzzword Bingo game. Again, nothing profound or revealing. At best, it confirms I was here and maybe indicates that I can appropriate the eulogy offered by Frank Turner: "But on the day I die I’ll say: “At least I fucking tried!”, and that’s the only eulogy I need."
Wednesday, May 18
innocence lost during interviews
I made use of the recommended Seidman interview protocol. First, I asked them to describe their experiences with diverse populations, in school and work, prior to entering the program. I then shared with them their responses to the surveys and we looked to see where their views had changed the most. I also invited them to describe any “critical incidents” (what they renamed as “whoa” or “wow” moments). I had expected and hoped that they would describe a pivotal course reading, classroom debate, or even a confrontation during their field experiences that shook them and shaped their views. While some of that did emerge, there were other revelations and disclosures that caught me off-guard.
One physics student told me that he graduated from the smallest high school in our state and experienced almost no diversity at that time. He recalled, as he was at a private New England school, how he would occasionally see the one black student (a woman) on campus and being struck by her presence. In contrast, his student teaching experience was in the largest high school in the state. He spoke with such respect and admiration for his students that it was hard not to be moved. He was reverential but also quite clear that his direct interactions with individual students shattered any stereotypes he might have had about urban youth. Not everything was ideal and he reported his revlusion when another teacher spoke disparagingly of "those Spic students." Despite that individual, this novice teacher could not have been more complimentary about the students.
Another graduate described growing up in the rural south. She met her future spouse over the web and during a courting phone call, he revealed that he was Jewish. She had no sense about the potential significance beyond this being a religious background. A third revealed that he student taught in his former high school and that he was witnessing a substantial demographic shift, a shift to which not all faculty were responding an in admirable fashion. Another (also physics) was deeply influenced by the notion of hegemony and found Paulo Freire to give him intellectual tools that he desperately needed to make sense of his chosen profession.
Two interviewees were especially striking. Both persons were unknown to me before the interview and yet were sufficiently willing to share their views that we exceeded their one-hour scheduled times with me. The first tearfully described a conflict in a multicultural course where her classmates expressed dismay by her racist comments about Middle Eastern Muslims. They were troubled by her claims that members of that population operate within a culture where human life is undervalued and where violence is an almost expected trait. Truly, her comments sound harsh. My understanding is that the course instructor struggled to manage the explosion of words on that day. But she was tearful during my interview, I believe because she felt so strongly and was not being fully understood. She also explained that she lived in Israel for over two years (as an adult), has gained Israeli citizenship, maintains close contact with folks there, and returns as often as she can. All of this to say that her "racist" comments arose from direct experience. She knows people who have died from attacks. Her views of diversity, while not uniformly accepting, are so much better informed than mine.
The other striking interview was a student who also was raised in a homogenous and privileged setting but was placed in another tough urban high school setting. As with the first student, she developed immense admiration for her students and came to understand why they behaved as they did. But this was accompanied by an ever-growing horror about how adults in the school interacted with the students. The worst offender was her host teacher for reasons I'll reveal some other time. She spoke so glowingly about her students and was so sincere in her efforts to accommodate their language difference and home backgrounds that I asked if those factors were influencing her job search strategies. I was knocked speechless when she said she had decided to not be a teacher but was pursuing a receptionist position in NYC. Her passion for her subject matter (esp. poetry) and her delight with passing that appreciation along to urban students failed to alert me to just how awful the things were that she witnessed. It came down to her host teacher who was devious and manipulative -- yet powerful and well-regarded within her school. That person drove this ambitious and dedicated individual away from the profession.
Beyond their willingness to share, there was a startling intimacy that thrilled and frightened me. The stories they told were incredibly evocative and stirring. I became lost in what they were sharing and stopped being a researcher and instead became a witness. I am by how vividly they could relate their experiences and emotions. In addition, they felt free to do so. In turn, i believe I had a physiological response, a combination of the empathy I felt for them in their uncomfortable circumstances as well as a drive to use what influence I have to make things right. But when the stories ended, I came back to the realization that it was just the two of us, separated from everyone else but now simply in a small meeting room. The incident was over despite how powerful it had all been just moments before. And then the interview reached its end. I thanked them for sharing, invited them to select a water bottle, and they shook my hand as they left. I appreciated what they had to say and was pleased that I had been able to create a space for them to feel comfortable talking about their views. But still, the intensity of this encounter startled me and I wonder what to do with the confusion of sensations. I have since discovered that others have written about similar feelings but with much more difficult topics (e.g., survivors of violence or responding to death of someone close). I knew there was something valuable regarding diversity that could emerge from individual interviews. I just had no warning of the immense intensity that would accompany the story-telling.