My Rock Star Moment
I have had very few occasions to feel like a rock star in my life. I did a little community theater in my youth, which is maybe the polar opposite of being a rock star, but still affords a bit of adulation, if only from relatives and senior citizens. When I dropped off my application to volunteer at International Institute, however, I had a bona fide Rock Star Moment. Pam, the receptionist, was expecting me because I had called ahead. She had told me there was an immediate opening for a classroom assistant in an ESOL (English for Speakers of Other Languages) class on Mondays and Wednesdays, starting in just a few weeks, so I wanted to get my paperwork in and complete the background check as soon as possible. The summer was going to be my opportunity to generate material for the upcoming, and much-dreaded, Thesis Hours of fall semester. Interacting with lots of immigrants at the Institute seemed the perfect activity to spark page after page of interesting content. I fel...