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A new view of life in the middle ages

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I can hardly believe it, but by the time you read this column, I’ll be married to a middle-aged man.

Zak, my dear husband who was barely legal when we met — and used to be two grades younger (as he likes to remind me) than I am (but only 19 months younger, as I like to remind him) — turned 40 on April 5.

Or “30-ten,” as my sister has recently taken to saying.

While I entered my 40s kicking and screaming and comforting myself with ridiculous made up mantras like “40 is the new 30,” Zak seems to be taking it all in stride … at least so far.

Maybe it’s because he looks pretty young.

It’s a running joke in our house that people who don’t know him usually address him as “Sir,” or more commonly, “Dude.” Perhaps it’s because of his 80s rock star haircut, but the “Dude” dispatch is not infrequently followed by an invitation to either purchase or sell some kind of illegal substance.

When we honeymooned in Bali, a group of village woman started the rumor that he was the then long-locked Michael Bolton, who was appearing that week in Denpasar. Then, at a sushi place in Los Angeles, weird Al Yankovich’s date once mistook the two of them. And once in a while he still inspires chorus’s of Peter Frampton’s “Baby, I Love Your Way.”

Maybe he doesn’t look so young after all (and maybe he should actually learn to play the electric guitar I got him for his 20-tenth birthday).

If it’s not the fact that he looks young, then perhaps Zak’s blase reaction to aging is because he’s so in touch with his inner child.

When our son’s teacher made an offhand comment about his fraternal relationship with his father, I wasn’t sure how to react. Should I be happy that my only child has a close playmate, or annoyed that my oldest son is turning 40 and still living at home?

For the most part, my five-year-old and my 40-year-old boys play really well together. They both love computer games, Foster’s Freeze chocolate dip cones, science fiction/fantasy stories, jumping on the furniture and fart jokes.

And the tall one can drive. How cool is that?

Unlike most people over 30, my husband still clings to the notion that listening to KJEE and wearing shorts year-round still gives him some modicum of coolness.

Could Zak’s enviable boatloads of self-esteem be the reason behind his good humor this week?

I’ve got a theory about men, women and self-esteem. While a woman’s self-esteem can ebb and flow depending on what their hair does, what their scale reads and how guilty they feel about what they did or didn’t eat for breakfast, a man can look in the mirror once or twice during high school and if they liked what they saw, that image is permanently embedded in their psyches, despite all evidence to the contrary.

Apparently Zak thought he was pretty cool in high school, and has seen no reason to change that opinion in the past two decades.

Good for him.

The fact that he still has the same group of friends — and they actually all still like each other — probably helps. Maybe 16 and 40 aren’t so far apart after all.

If being cool at 16 meant doing a mock-strip tease in your campaign for student body president, then being cool at 40 means doing a mock-strip tease to get your son in the shower.

If being cool at 16 meant cracking up your friends by quoting Jeff Spicoli lines from Fast Times at Ridgemont High, then being cool at 40 means doing a spot-on Spongebob Squarepants impression.

If being cool at 16 meant constantly carrying around a package of condoms that you hope to someday use, then being cool at 40 means constantly carrying around a package of Band-aids that you hope you never have to use.

If being cool at 16 meant goofing around in the bleachers at the football games, then being cool at 40 means goofing around in the bleachers at T-Ball games, and not forgetting the snacks.

And if being cool at 16 meant pretending not to notice when your girlfriend had a few zits, then being cool at 40 means pretending not to notice when your wife has a few wrinkles. It’s also refraining from comment when she gains a few pounds, is in a bad mood, wants to go out with her girlfriends, burns your dinner or puts tampons, chocolate and Diet Coke on your grocery shopping list.

I can hardly believe I’m married to such a cool guy.

Originally published in South Coast Beacon on April 7, 2005.

Local private schools expand enrollment and facilities

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While the public schools continue to struggle with declining enrollment and budgetary crises, some local private schools — like San Roque and El Montecito — are expanding, adding more grades and additional real estate to their offerings.

San Roque School expands to high school

San Roque School will offer a full course of classes for 9th and 10th grade students at its new campus at 2300 Garden St. beginning in the fall. Dubbed as one of the first progressive high schools in the area, San Roque plans to expand its offerings at the new campus through 12th grade by the time the 10th grade class gets there, said Headmaster Mike Hagan.

“There are a lot of educators out there that are very frustrated by a confining system that is based on politics and adult agendas and not necessarily on research and solid theory about how children or people engage with learning,” said Hagen, emphasizing the child-originated, teacher-framed curriculum philosophy which drives all of the programs at San Roque,

“This … is a really unique opportunity to have to only be accountable to what is best for children,” he said. “When we leave here, every decision we make is how does this benefit children? How does this help facilitate their emotional, their intellectual development? … And behind every decision, whether it’s the height of a sink that has water that is going to be filtered in it, so it’s safe, to the choice of personnel and materials that will help children stay excited about learning.”

At San Roque, rigorous academics are incorporated into real life experiences. For example, in a recent production of Into the Woods, students trained for the performance with theatrical actors and vocal coaches and had a small professional orchestra accompany the performance.

“If we give that idea to children that we’ll always give them the best help that we can, then they feel real important and they do their really best work,” said music director Donna Massello-Chiacos.

“They feel like professionals, they are actors. They’re not learning, about drama. They are actually participating so that they learn about the work of professionals and how professionals go about it and then they engage in that work,” said Hagen.

El Montecito School begins offering junior high

Building one grade at time, El Montecito School is adding a 7th grade to its upper school campus at 632 E. Canon Perdido St. in the fall. The plan is to go up to 8th grade, said Headmaster Jeannine Morgan.

Parents and students don’t want to leave, said Morgan. “We feel like we’re a big family. … Because we’re a Christian school we can build character and we can do things other people can’t do. … Our little motto is, ‘Where Character Meets Wisdom,’ and we have the privilege of really being able to do it in a unique way because we can really respond to absolutes, you know, what’s right and what’s wrong.”

The preschool program, which began in 1958, is critical to the whole school’s success, Morgan said. “Our key is not only that character meets wisdom but we also want to teach kids how to love learning and the younger you get them the easier that is to do. It’s a fantastic foundation for whenever they leave, wherever they go.”

The older kids love to interact with the young ones, and Morgan said they facilitate that whenever possible. For example, “last year the 6th graders … earned a reward from their teacher and they asked if they could come spend time in the preschool. … They played games with them and they read stories with them … they just love being with them. … This year’s 6th graders are writing creative stories and when they are done with their stories they’re going to bring them and they are going to share them in the preschool classrooms.”

Ideally, she would like to combine the lower school (now housed at 1455 East Valley Road in Montecito) and the upper school into one campus. They’ve been actively looking for a site, but real estate is expensive and hard to come by and Morgan wants to make sure that any expansion is done with sensitivity.

“We’re carefully taken steps of growth to make sure that its not going to jeopardize any other part of the program that we have. What the key for us is that we don’t lose what we have in any growth step. We want to continue with who we are and what we have, with anything that we do.”

For more information about El Montecito School, call 969.1482 or visit www.elmontecito.org. For more information about San Roque School, call 697.3717 ext. 128.

Originally published in South Coast Beacon on April 7, 2005.

Rape Crisis Center’s Wall of Witness Debuts

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Courtesy Santa Barbara Rape Crisis Center.

Eloquently illustrating the potential of art to heal, empower and assist with social change, Santa Barbara Rape Crisis Center unveiled the Wall of Witness on April 4 in an opening reception to mark the beginning of Sexual Assault Awareness Month.

A mural and collection of artwork and poetry contributed by the community and exploring the theme of “Believe Me: Celebrating the Courage and Resilience of Sexual Assault Survivors,” the Wall of Witness concept was created by local Artist Brandon Stontag, who called it “an opportunity for me to contribute to the valiant efforts of SBRCC.”

He continued, “I think it is a great idea to use art as a vehicle for
educating and increasing awareness. It is my hope that the mural will be inspirational, comforting and healing.”

“I am in awe of what is here visually,” said Congresswoman Lois Capps, an honorary board member of SBRCC who plans to reintroduce legislation to develop a process for health professionals to screen for evidence of sexual assault.

Poets Sojourner Kincaid Rolle and Theo Burnes, and artist Judi Weisbart spoke movingly about their contributions.

“This wall speaks so many words of such incredible worth,” said Weisbart. “Abuse is something that as humankind we must erase from this planet.”

KRUZ radio personality Bonnie Campbell, who is training to be an SBRCC advocate, was the emcee for the event. Other speakers included SBRCC board president Sylvia Hendlin and executive director Elsa Granados, who concluded the event by encouraging the audience — and make a commitment by a show of hands — to talk to others in the community about sexual assault.

“We want this message to permeate the community,” she said.

The Wall of Witness will travel to various Sexual Assault Awareness Month events and supporting venues, including:

– April 5-9: La Casa de la Raza, 601 E. Montecito St.

– April 9: Believe Me Dance-Off, Alano Club, 235 E. Cota St., 8 p.m., $10

– April 10-16: The Coffee Grinder, 910 Linden Ave., Carpinteria

– April 14: UCSB Take Back the Night March and Rally, Anisq Oyo Park, 5:30 p.m.

– April 17-23: Santa Barbara City College Library, 721 Cliff Drive

– April 23: Benefit Dance, La Casa de la Raza, 601 E. Montecito St., 7 p.m. — 1 a.m., $25

– April 27: Denim Day Rally, Santa Barbara City College Library, 721 Cliff Drive

– April 25-29: Dos Pueblos High School. 7266 Alameda Ave., Goleta

Originally published in South Coast Beacon on April 7, 2005.

Chick-flick checklist a chemistry lesson

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How does your co-star rate on romance?

The Ultimate Guide to Chick FlicksHere’s a big fat clue for men everywhere — women like chick flicks. They make us happy. We get all mushy and soft lipped and prone to romantic suggestions — or, as my husband likes to put it, “easy”– when the girl ends up with the right guy on screen.

So why is it that we have to drag men kicking and screaming to go see a chick flick? My friend Kim Adelman, who recently authored The Ultimate Guide to Chick Flicks, theorizes that it starts when they’re teenagers.

“Male teenagers, in particular, seem to have an infallible radar detector warning them away from a film that their mother might enjoy, while female teenagers, (who we all know are smarter, more mature, and have much better taste in movies) innately sense that anything with ‘wedding’ or ‘princess’ in the title is worthy of their patronage.”

Then there are real life romances, which of course, are destined to be compared to the movies. Since Kim took the trouble to outline the ten basic steps in a movie romance, I decided to see how they stack up against my real life.

Step One: Create a Sympathetic Heroine

I’m a sympathetic heroine, right? I mean I know I get a bit cranky sometimes, but I think I’m pretty likeable. And I wear glasses, which help hide some of my movie star glamour and make me look smarter, and uh, help me see.

Step Two: Offer up a Love-Worthy Hero

Like many movie heart throbs, my husband was deeply flawed when we met, and has only improved slightly over the past 16 years. But I’m a glutton for funny — even if it’s sometimes an inappropriate kind of funny — and he still makes me laugh.

Plus, I still have faith that he’s a cad truly worthy of redemption.

Step Three: Don’t Forget the Best Friend

Zak and I met at a wedding, and along with the white lace and promises, there was a whole lot of vodka consumed. Like all romantic heroines, I woke up the next morning still wearing my perfect makeup … and immediately hashed over my hangover with my best friend, Jacqueline. I was sure that this thing with Zak would just be a fling.

My sister still thinks it is.

Step Four: Something’s Wrong with the Heroine’s Life

Like many a chick flick chick, I felt incomplete because I had not yet achieved my destiny. I had just broken up with my college boyfriend and hadn’t yet figured out what I wanted to do with my career. I was, in the words of the trailer, “at a crossroads in my life when our paths crossed.”

Step Five: They Meet

See step three.

Step Six: Toss in Impediments to the Romance

This is the tricky part in contemporary romances. Those huge impediments that used to keep people apart — arranged marriages, class issues, religious wars — don’t really exist for the most part, so there have to be some other challenges. Zak and I had geography to battle. He lived in LA and I lived in Santa Barbara. I’d like to see Romeo and Juliet overcome that.

Step Seven: They Dance

We tangoed, we waltzed, we shook our cabooses and we did the Watoosee. While most guys merely tolerate dancing to appease the women in their lives (kind of like going to chick flicks), Zak actually likes to dance and does a good, albeit silly, job of it.

Plus, a lot of our friends were getting married that summer, so we had many opportunities to drink too much and then partake in what Kim calls, “a cinematic illustration that the heroine and hero are destined for each other.”

Step Eight: Pack in as Many Memorable Moments as Possible

Stolen flowers from my landlady’s yard, Pustafix Bubble O’s and poetry for my birthday, battling Friday night LA traffic to come see me, and Monday morning sleepiness to get back to work — these are the things that true romance is made of.

Step Nine: The Hero Employs the Three Magic Words

“Chick flicks serve up on a beautifully garnished platter another thing we desperately wish real men would do as willingly as their fictional counterparts: say ‘I love you,’ said Kim. Of course movie heroes have the benefit of screenwriters to help them out, but my husband actually is a screenwriter, so you’d think he’d have come up with something incredibly memorable.

Not so much.

Zak’s three magic words, which were long overdue by the time he got around to them, turned into about 13, with all of the “um, um, um’s, uh, uh and urghs.

It’s the thought that counts, right?

Step Ten: Achieve the Ultimate Happy Ending

In movies it’s usually the wedding scene that symbolizes that the courtship story line has concluded satisfactorily, but those of us who’ve been married for a while know that tying the knot is just the beginning.

True love is really all about letting your wife pick the movie.

Originally published in South Coast Beacon on March 31, 2005.

Bea Hamlin: Teaching a lifetime of learning

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Picture a career full of hugs, finger paint and playing dress-up. Then imagine the rewards of teaching high school students about the wonders of child development. Finally, visualize the privilege of being able to educate adults to be better parents.

As director of the San Marcos Parent-Child Workshop, Bea Hamlin has had the multiple pleasures of that job since 1969.

Hamlin, who will retire at the end of the school year, recently reflected on her years at the cooperative preschool, the only one of its kind to serve as a working laboratory for high school students studying child development.

“It’s not a job for sissies,” laughed Hamlin, who started with the program in 1967 as a parent, with her daughter, Julia, attending the preschool.

One of the most rewarding things has been watching her students grow up.

“It’s amazing. People end up in all kind of fields and in sports,” she said, citing Dos Pueblos swimmers Rachel Rys and Michael Bowen and coach Danelle Little, all of whom she taught in preschool.

The co-op parents have also stayed active.

“They have been … the yeast for lots of good things in the community,” she said.

“If they’re that involved, then they’re probably going to be involved for a long time.”

Co-op parents — who are enrolled in a Wednesday night adult education class that Hamlin teaches at Santa Barbara City College, and also teach at the preschool one day a week — are known as great volunteers in the community.

“We train them early,” she said.

And she must have trained them well. Former parents, preschoolers and high schoolers alike had nothing but praise for “Teacher Bea,” as she’s known on campus.

“Teacher Bea encourages us all to grow and learn, to spread our wings and dance, fly, wander, stop here, investigate there and thoroughly love this process of life with small butterflies,” was one of the tributes honoring Hamlin at a recent school fund-raiser.

“Bea Hamlin is so delightful personally — a warm and wonderful woman who has dedicated herself to helping parents understand, appreciate and raise their children within a happy family to become self-fulfilled and confident adults,” said Anne Cameron, SBCC director of educational programs, and Hamlin’s supervisor.

“I simply adore her.”

Lea Blackburn, director of SBCC’s Kinko’s Early Learning Center, will become the new San Marcos director in the fall, Cameron said.

Q&A with Bea Hamlin

What was the hardest lesson YOU’VE HAD TO learn? Trial by fire when I first started. I had just come from being a parent in the group and assumed the directorship, and I think that having people’s impression of me changing from parent to teacher was very difficult.

NAME one crazy moment: The day someone brought a goat for show-and-tell. We had two baby goats, and I didn’t realize they were going to eat everything in sight. … I can still see that — the day the goats visited.

What would the title of your autobiography be? Are We There Yet?

RECALL one treasured memory: The way all the parents supported me after my house burned down in the Painted Cave Fire … It was such an amazing thing.

NAME three of your heroes: Marion Wright Edelman of the Children’s Defense Fund, Mr. Rogers … for his gentle ways, and Yo Yo Ma.

Originally published in South Coast Beacon on March 30, 2005.

Co-ops keep costs low, but you’ll have to work for it

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U.S. Air National Guard photo by SMSgt. David H. Lipp/Released, courtesy Wikipedia Commons.

U.S. Air National Guard photo by SMSgt. David H. Lipp/Released, courtesy Wikipedia Commons.

“There’s nothing like the parent co-ops to really educate parents and to support parents,” said Diane Gonzalez, assistant director of San Marcos Parent-Child Workshop, one of four cooperative preschools on the South Coast.

All four parent-child workshop programs — Lou Grant, Starr King, the Oaks and San Marcos — are part of Santa Barbara City College’s continuing education program. Each serves as a parent education program with a preschool program for 2- to-5 year-olds as a laboratory.

“It’s a great environment,” said Gonzalez, who was also a parent at Starr King. “I really found it such a supportive environment and so important to my parenting. … It’s what got me into child care and working with children, but also with parents, I found it such an incredibly supportive experience, and I don’t think I would have been the parent I was if I hadn’t been to co-ops.”

Costs are low — ranging from about $25 to $125 a month, depending on the school and how many days a week a child attends — but parental participation requirements are high. Parents must participate in the workshops at least one day a week and attend a weekly evening class in child growth and development and parenting skills.

“It’s not the kind of program that meets everybody’s needs,” said Bea Hamlin, director of the San Marcos Parent-Child Workshop, and a former co-op parent.

“I don’t think any school exists that 100 percent meets everybody’s needs. No matter how much you like it; it just doesn’t work that way.”

But for the families that can make it work, co-ops provide great parent education, as well as the foundation for many lifelong friendships.

“We’re really a family here,” said Gonzalez. “We work together and then we fund raise and we eat together.

“It really does become a very close-knit group of people, more than you’re going to find at a regular school.”

Originally published in South Coast Beacon on March 30, 2005.

San Marcos nursing students go on rounds

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San Marcos High student nurses were still beaming from their recent trip to Boston for the National Youth Leadership Forum on Nursing. There they had the chance to meet like-minded students from all over the country, job-shadow nurses at several Boston hospitals, and hear from medical experts about the different aspects of a nursing career.

“It was … a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity,” said senior Katie Coy, who has been accepted to the nursing program at Azusa Pacific University.

“Fun,” “educational,” “awesome” and “even better than expected” were some of the reviews given by the six seniors who attended the conference. All of them are third-year students in the school’s Health Academy, now enrolled in the C.N.A. (Certified Nursing Assistant program) class in cooperation with Santa Barbara City College.

What’s not to be excited about?

Gloria M. Ochoa observed the electrophysiology lab, Brenda Rubio worked in a transplant unit, and Coy and Rachel Myers got to experience the cardiac unit. Courtney Giers learned how to draw blood and Maria Gutierrez even got to see a baby being born.

All of the girls left their experience even more convinced that they want to be nurses.

“I want more,” said Ochoa. “Usually I expect hospitals to be cold places, where you get done what you need to be done and you’re out of there. But that’s not how it is, actually. It’s warm, they’re friendly, and they all work together. It’s like a family.”

The girls will soon get to experience that nursing camaraderie again. After completing internships at Samarkand, in April they will start new internships, at Santa Barbara Cottage Hospital.

“We’re thrilled to have the kids here working,” said Pat Doherty, director of volunteer services. “They have a week or two in a variety of areas within in the hospital for them to observe, learn about the different areas and be mentored by the staff.”

Doherty noted that several students who went through the San Marcos program three years ago are now student nurses at the hospital and studying at SBCC.

In addition to their trip, the students said meeting other teens made them realize how unique the San Marcos program is.

“I didn’t hear of anything like the Health Academy,” Giers said.

Originally published in South Coast Beacon on March 24, 2005.

A room of my own

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Photo courtesy Cinders in the Dark on Vimeo.

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Last week I finally got the answer to the age-old mystery pondered by mothers everywhere: My son has been potty-trained for three years, when do I finally get to use the bathroom by myself?

The answer: When you go on a trip without him.

Last week I tagged along with my friend Cheryl Crabtree, a travel writer (and mom of two boys) who was updating the Central Coast section for Fodor’s Travel Guides. I was ostensibly working on a few travel stories for the Beacon, but mostly I was enjoying having someone else cook my meals (in restaurants with cloth napkins and no kids menus), make my bed (with 600 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets) and drive me around (OK, so Cheryl’s Camry is only slightly more glamorous than my Tercel, but at least she was behind the wheel). Most of all, I was luxuriating in my personal bathroom space.

Guilty thoughts flitted by as I lay soaking in a lavender-scented spa tub at the Ventana Inn & Spa in Big Sur, which is surely one of the most beautiful places on the planet.

I took a sip of my wine and a bite of a perfect strawberry, and watched the stars twinkle over the Pacific Ocean and thought: Here I am, starring in one of the most romantic scenes of my entire life, and my husband is hundreds of miles away, probably eating a Big Mac.

I should feel guilty he’s not here to enjoy this. No really, I should. Guilty. Wracked with it. Hmm.

But what were the odds of my husband being able to relax and enjoy an $800 hotel room?

Even though it was free, I knew he’d be stressing out about Koss breaking something. And if our son weren’t with us, we’d both be stressing out about whether he was okay without us.

All in all I’m much better equipped to enjoy this luxurious bathtub all by myself, I rationalized. He doesn’t even like massages, the rubber-boned freak. This would be wasted on him. Really, I’m doing him a favor.

Oh! Does that strawberry have chocolate on it!

After my bath I tried out the Jacuzzi on my own private patio. Again, it was heaven. Once upon another life, I had a Jacuzzi in my backyard, but it was hard to keep the leaves out, and with the ambient lights of the city, I could never see stars like the ones in Big Sur.

I spotted the Big Dipper, and thought about how excited Koss would be to see it. Santa brought him a telescope, but it’s hard to see stars from our backyard when it’s raining all the time.

Cheryl and I worked hard the next day, and I was exhausted when we finally arrived at the brand new Carlton Hotel, in downtown Atascadero of all places. When you walk in the door you feel like you’re in a first class Boston hotel, or maybe Washington, D.C. Very posiphisticated.

I couldn’t wait to take a bath.

At home, not a week goes by when I don’t come home from work, kick off my shoes and fantasize about a long, hot bath.

We barely have a shower in our teeny tiny rental house, and besides, I can’t even get through the first chorus of “Walking on Sunshine” without Koss having something incredibly important to tell me about his Pokemon cards.

The Carlton has another incredible, oversized spa tub. Between that and the chocolate strawberries, I was in heaven.

“This is the life,” Cheryl and I sigh, as we clink wine glasses and relax, uninterrupted by our real lives.

If I could just freeze time for that first hour of the day when I get home from work, I thought, not for the first time. Just to have an hour a day all to myself, preferably in a spa tub with my masseuse, Juan, no Brad. That would be perfect.

It’s not that I don’t love my son … and I really love that he still wants to be with me all of the time. But who knew when we finally potty-trained him that wouldn’t be the end of it. We’ve been working on privacy training ever since.

My third spa tub — at the Avila Village Inn in Avila Beach — was also heavenly, but the novelty was starting to wear thin. It was awfully quiet in my hotel room, and it sounded like I missed a really fun “attack of the Leprechauns” on Koss’s kindergarten classroom.

It’s hard for me to believe that for all the times I’d craved this peace and quiet and solitude, it only took a few days for me to crave the chaos of home and family. I laughed at what a wimp I’d turned into!

Then I thought about what a kick Koss would get out of the fireplace that goes on with just a flick of a switch and how much fun he would have ordering room service. I call him one more time, just to say goodnight.

I vow to remember his sweet little voice on the phone, the next time he bursts into my shower, seemingly just to annoy me.

I can hardly wait.

Originally published in South Coast Beacon on March 24, 2005.

Plotting a course of poise, pageantry

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Courtesy Pixabay.com.

Melinda Radsliff sets sights on Miss Teen title

The opportunity to win a share of $20,000 in scholarships and prizes was a temptation. And the fact there was no talent competition or requirement to strut in a swimsuit made it much more palatable for 19-year-old Santa Barbara City College student Melinda Radsliff to participate in the 2005 Miss Teen Santa Barbara pageant competition on March 13.

Radsliff first learned of the pageant when she got a letter in the mail that someone had referred her. She figured it was worth checking out the orientation.

“I filled out an application, kind of as a whim,” said Radsliff, who then learned she had been accepted and that the pageant would provide a training class, which is unusual.

“They kind of went through what day was going to be like,” she said.

The ages of the contestants range from 10 to 19, with Radsliff competing in the Miss Teen Division.

“The girls all seemed really excited about it,” said Radsliff, who was active in the city of Santa Barbara’s Youth Council and ADAP (Alcohol and Drug Abuse Prevention Coalition) while attending La Cuesta Continuation High School and her first year of SBCC. Since she got too old for those activities, she has joined the women’s auxiliary group at her church and is considering applying for SBCC’s student senate.

In order to qualify for the pageant, Radsliff participated in an interview session conducted by Patty Neidert, Santa Barbara pageant coordinator. While there are casual wear and formal wear modeling competitions, personality and interviewing skills are weighted heavily, which was attractive to Radsliff.

“Personality is the number one aspect that each contestant is judged on during all phases of competition,” she said.

The pageant winner will become Miss Teen Santa Barbara, and will represent Santa Barbara and the surrounding communities at the Cities Of America National Competition in Orlando, Fla. More than $60,000 in prizes and awards will be presented at the national competition while each winner enjoys an expense-paid trip of five nights and six days in Orlando.

Montecito Landscape sponsored Radsliff’s pageant expenses.

Originally published in South Coast Beacon on March 24, 2005.

Let them eat literature

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“Where are the books about the CIA? I want to learn about them because I think I might make a good spy when I get older.”

“Let me show you how to find them yourself.”

I was nine years old, and that was my first conversation with Sherry Thompson. I had just transferred to Harding School, and she was the librarian.

She led me over to the card catalog (for you kids in the audience, like Yu-Gi-Oh cards, only with less information on attack points, and more information on how to find a book) and showed me how it worked.

Not only did I learn about the CIA, the FBI and British Intelligence that day, I finally solved the mystery of who that Sarah Bernhardt lady was that my grandma was always comparing me to.

All of those cliches about libraries opening doors came true in that magical place. I was hooked.

It wasn’t about falling in love with reading; I had caught that bug years before. My mom was a teacher, for heaven’s sake, I certainly didn’t need a librarian to encourage me to read.

But Mrs. Thompson introduced me to research, and I dove right in with vigor, the beginning of a new life-long love.

Learning how to find information, to answer questions all by myself, gave me such a sense of sovereignty over my world. Learning to explore the world of information was just as important to me as learning how to flirt with boys or learning how to swim. I felt like I had harnessed the powers of Wonder Woman, Nancy Drew and Batgirl (a librarian in disguise). I could solve just about any mystery in the world by wielding my magical powers over the Dewey decimal system. What could be better than that?

Mrs. Thompson became my concierge into the world of information, instilling in me the eternal joys of a motivated mind. She was always encouraging me to try to find out the answers by myself, but keeping an eye on my progress –and always right there when I needed help. For me she was the perfect kind of teacher.

I thought a lot about her last week when I watched the school board vote to reassign all the librarians to classrooms and let the clerks take over. All of those mental doors she helped me open that probably would have remained closed without her.

Sure, a clerk could have found me a book on the CIA, or an encyclopedia entry about the FBI, but I doubt they would have shown me how to find it myself. And I certainly doubt they would have noticed my preference for fiction and promised me a lunch at the Yacht Club if I could read every biography in the school library.

To this day, that was still the best burger I’ve ever had.

Mrs. Thompson was the first person I ever knew that died. I was 13 and knew enough to do some research about cancer, thanks to her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll still be looking out for you,” she told me.

I didn’t believe her then, but now I do.

And I know what she thought about that school board meeting.

Yes, the public schools are in a budget crisis, but asking a school, “an institution of learning,” to do without a trained librarian seems absurd to me, like asking someone whether they’d rather have an arm cut off or a leg. Cutting off our kids from such an important resource seems just as horrendous, especially in a place like Santa Barbara, where the measly $250,000 it will save the school district next year wouldn’t even buy a driveway for a tract house on the Mesa.

American Libraries columnist Will Manley calculated almost a decade ago that if librarians were paid at market rates, they would have annual salaries well over $200,000. For those of you who refuse to pay retail, this is the bargain of a lifetime.

Surely this community can come up with a way to save the library program. Reassignment notices have already gone out to the librarians, so now’s the time to sink or swim.

“In the nonstop Tsunami of global information, librarians provide us with floaties and teach us how to swim,” wrote Linton Weeks in the Washington Post.

Doesn’t every kid in Santa Barbara deserve to learn to swim?

Originally published in South Coast Beacon on March 17, 2005.