Back to School after
all of these years
By Laura Tiedge, Rye Y Senior Director of Healthy Living
"The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a
fire to be kindled." – Plutarch
Sixteen years after earning my Bachelor’s
degree from SUNY Stony Brook, I returned to academia, enrolling in the University
of Pittsburgh’s Graduate School of Public and International Affairs.
In 2000, the year I decided to pursue a
Masters degree in International Political Economy, I was 39 years old and
raising two children with my husband. Then, in 2001, life took another
twist. I was not quite finished with my
first full year of a two-year program when we left Pittsburgh for Westchester
County. My pursuit of a postgraduate
degree was put on hold as I focused on settling our family into brand new schools
and community.
Eventually, I found a fulfilling career
with the YMCA, and it was beginning to feel like my dream of a Master’s Degree
(and ultimately a Ph.D.) was slipping away.
And then I found out about the Executive Masters Degree program through
Springfield College in Massachusetts. Designed for senior YMCA executives,
the program would allow me to take graduate level classes in organizational
management and leadership, write my thesis, and design an action-research
project that would ultimately impact my local YMCA and the communities we serve.
The terrific thing about this two-year
program is that it compresses a semester’s worth of work into a two-week
residency at one of ten Springfield College campuses across the United
States. The students are “on campus” for
4 weeks (or 160 classroom hours) a year instead of completing the same number
of hours over the traditional 24 weeks. We are also expected to complete intensive
pre and post residency assignments. The
difficult thing about this program is that it compresses a semester’s worth of
work into a two-week residency, with intensive pre and post residency
assignments…. I think you get the
picture!
In March of 2012, I arrived at
Springfield’s Tampa, Florida campus for my first residency.
About six weeks prior to the
residency, my textbooks and the syllabi for the first four classes appeared on
my doorstep. As I opened the box, the
feeling I had was reminiscent of that first day of school when all of your
books were waiting on your clean desk in your new classroom with the freshly
polished floors. I was so excited –
until I started reading the syllabi. The
pre-class assignments were extensive and involved writing several 6-8 page
papers before we even started the first class.
It was time to quickly get into student-mode after a very long hiatus!
As an adult learner with a
full-time job, a household to maintain and a desire to keep up some level of a
fitness routine, adjusting to student life was a challenge. I had to add “homework time” on my calendar
just as I did with my workouts. I
dissected each class’ pre-assignments and completed a task analysis so I could
get all the work done by the deadlines. Even
so, I was still faced with one of the biggest challenges – having enough time
to set aside for studying and writing.
I tried to carve out 1-2 hours
each weeknight after our typical late dinner time to read the many pre-assigned
chapters, or conduct basic research queries.
I saved writing for the weekends when I felt fresher and had larger
blocks of time available.
I established a study space in the
dining room, and went shopping for school supplies, which brought back memories
of September days spent with my excited kids at Staples or Office Depot with their
list of required supplies. And then I
sat at the dining room table and stared at the screen of my notebook
computer. I actually enjoy writing, but
finding my “flow” proved to be a struggle.
During those six weeks of pre-work,
I slowly regained an academic focus, but it was a lonely and isolated
time. I had no idea who I was doing this
work for, as I had not yet met the professors, and I knew nothing of my future
classmates – there was no one to bounce ideas off of or seek advice from. On top of that, there was no time to simply
hang out with my husband and kids. What
had I been thinking? How could I
possibly go back to school after all these years?!
I persevered through the long
nights of reading and writing and got the work done, despite the teasing of my
college-age son. Then, it was time for
final preparations at work before I left for my two-week immersion into the
classroom. It was happening – I was a graduate student once again!
I arrived in Tampa on March 11th
and quickly settled into my hotel room – my home for the next two weeks. I unpacked, created a study space and
organized my life. That evening, I met my new classmates in the hotel lobby
where we formed carpools to a welcoming dinner for Cohort VII of Springfield
College’s Executive Masters Program.
Everyone was clearly unsure what to expect, which helped bond us to each
other.
Monday, March 12th
marked the first day of class and the official kick-off of this journey toward
achieving my goal of a Masters degree.
Within the first hour of class, it was clear that Cohort VII is a unique
group of people from all over the USA, all at different stages of their careers
with the YMCA. It was also clear that our
group was fast becoming a team of friends that would support each other through
every challenge ahead.
Our time together quickly fell
into a familiar rhythm -- morning exercise, for some, then breakfast together
prior to class. A full morning of
learning followed by lunch and, for me, a short powerwalk to restore my
energy. Class continued until 5:00 pm
and then it was a short walk back to the hotel where some studied, others
exercised, and occasionally all of us enjoyed the hotel’s Happy Hour before
dinner. After that, it was hours of reading
and writing before going to bed and starting over again the next day.
With each moment we spent together
it was clear that the members of Cohort VII were transforming, both individually
and collectively. Our minds were being
filled with knowledge, but more importantly, a spark was being lit within each
of us. It was exhilarating (and
exhausting).
Before long, our two weeks
together were over and we returned home to our families, jobs, and a pile of post-class
assignments. For another six weeks, we
were immersed in final assignments for each of the four classes. There was research to conduct and many
lengthy papers to write, but unlike the prior six weeks of pre-work, I did not
feel lonely or isolated. I now had the support of my professors and my fellow
cohort members – my friends!
Today Fed Ex delivered another box
of textbooks to my front door for my second two-week residency this
September. I am once again filled with
the same “back to school” excitement that most students experience this time of
year. I know that the coming weeks of
pre-work will be intense, but I am confident that my rediscovered inner-student
will find a way through the workload ahead, with a little help from my friends!