Memory: Metro State may have saved my life!
I was a successful Paramedic Field Instructor when my husband suddenly was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He died 13 months later and my mother 9 months after that; I had no idea what I would do next. I lost my certifications caring for them and was not in a place emotionally to tend to the sick. I felt lost and alone. I knew that I needed to finish my Bachelor's degree, which I had started online, but needed human contact. I was intimidated by the class sizes of the universities in the area.
I started at Metro the following September. I was completely enveloped with acceptance even though I was way over the age of the traditional student. I felt comfortable and confident and graduated in May 2005.
I don't know where I would be without Metro.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Rosie Walker
Memory: A Roadrunner we recently lost
This story may seem sad, because its about a Roadrunner we
recently lost, Sue Lovato. Although I do tear up thinking of her, all I
can really remember is her smile. I think of how many students she
helped in the math Department, the STEPS program and in the
Independent Degree Program. The thing I will remember most was
her "adopting" the students in the STEPS program who had no
family. When they received awards or graduated, she would attend
their ceremonies. I know they will miss her greatly, as do I.
This story may seem sad, because its about a Roadrunner we
recently lost, Sue Lovato. Although I do tear up thinking of her, all I
can really remember is her smile. I think of how many students she
helped in the math Department, the STEPS program and in the
Independent Degree Program. The thing I will remember most was
her "adopting" the students in the STEPS program who had no
family. When they received awards or graduated, she would attend
their ceremonies. I know they will miss her greatly, as do I.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Barbara Hughes, 99 - Behavioral Science Program Coordinator
Memory: Always a great day to be a roadrunner!
I was an undergrad student in Speech Communication when I took ANT 101 Intro to Cultural Anthropology in the late 90's. I was so turned on by anthropology, that I changed my major to behavioral science with a concentration in anthropology. I went on to a Master of Social Science at UCD. That one class, taught by an adjunct professor, turned my entire life around. I started in 2006 as Affiliate Faculty, teaching anthropology for Metro and sociology for CCD. I am now the Behavioral Science Program Coordinator for Metro, advising students in the same major that I completed in 1999. I have attended conferences, published articles, worked a Maya site in Belize, and met many terrific people, all of which started with that one class. For me, it's always a great day to be a Roadrunner!
I was an undergrad student in Speech Communication when I took ANT 101 Intro to Cultural Anthropology in the late 90's. I was so turned on by anthropology, that I changed my major to behavioral science with a concentration in anthropology. I went on to a Master of Social Science at UCD. That one class, taught by an adjunct professor, turned my entire life around. I started in 2006 as Affiliate Faculty, teaching anthropology for Metro and sociology for CCD. I am now the Behavioral Science Program Coordinator for Metro, advising students in the same major that I completed in 1999. I have attended conferences, published articles, worked a Maya site in Belize, and met many terrific people, all of which started with that one class. For me, it's always a great day to be a Roadrunner!
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Gordon Burt - Alumnus
Memory: Fast Times at Metro State...
It was the spring of 1970, my first Quarter at Metro State
College.
Crazy times, with the upstart college hosting it's first early
Urban Mix: kids just out of local high-schools, returning
Vietnam vets and assorted urban hippies, pre-yuppies, working
people, and the rest...indeed, not that different from today's
Roadrunner mix.
I didn't even know where the term "Roadrunner" originated, yet
we truly were earning our nickname...
We had 10 minutes to run between classes, and for some of the
budget-oriented, also move our Vegas and Valiants to new 2
hour parking spots. After all, the lots were an outrageous $3-4
a day!
So, after a long day of running between music classes at the
Cherokee Building (l11th and Cherokee) and the English and
German classes near Colfax and Glenarm. The Music majors had
gathered for our favorite 3.2 beverage, at the Cherokee Bar,
(Today it's a more upscale Cherokee Bar and Grill.)
All of a sudden, one our regulars reappeared from some of those
frequent trips down the hall, (remember 3.2 beer?), IN THE
BUFF-- hey, wrong school bub. At least he was running--in
true Roadrunner style (and thankfully for those doing trendy
things, it was a warm spring!)
Yes, we could really move in those Nike state-of-the-art "waffle"
bottom running shoes...just watch out for those road apples.
Yes The early 70's saw the streaking fad in it's full glory.
Luckily, we decided to stick with the more conventional
Roadrunner moniker.
It was the spring of 1970, my first Quarter at Metro State
College.
Crazy times, with the upstart college hosting it's first early
Urban Mix: kids just out of local high-schools, returning
Vietnam vets and assorted urban hippies, pre-yuppies, working
people, and the rest...indeed, not that different from today's
Roadrunner mix.
I didn't even know where the term "Roadrunner" originated, yet
we truly were earning our nickname...
We had 10 minutes to run between classes, and for some of the
budget-oriented, also move our Vegas and Valiants to new 2
hour parking spots. After all, the lots were an outrageous $3-4
a day!
So, after a long day of running between music classes at the
Cherokee Building (l11th and Cherokee) and the English and
German classes near Colfax and Glenarm. The Music majors had
gathered for our favorite 3.2 beverage, at the Cherokee Bar,
(Today it's a more upscale Cherokee Bar and Grill.)
All of a sudden, one our regulars reappeared from some of those
frequent trips down the hall, (remember 3.2 beer?), IN THE
BUFF-- hey, wrong school bub. At least he was running--in
true Roadrunner style (and thankfully for those doing trendy
things, it was a warm spring!)
Yes, we could really move in those Nike state-of-the-art "waffle"
bottom running shoes...just watch out for those road apples.
Yes The early 70's saw the streaking fad in it's full glory.
Luckily, we decided to stick with the more conventional
Roadrunner moniker.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Joe Megeath, Professor Emeritus
Memory: The Magnetism of Metro
During a summer lunch break in 1969, I trekked down to Metropolitan State College and found Dr. Irvine Forkner, Business Division Chair. The balding, mustachioed man behind the desk had eyes which carried the sparkle of enthusiastic curiosity about the world. After the obligatory pleasantries I summarized my educational degrees and business background with Ford and Gates and explained my interest in teaching a part time class at night.
That was the last time the term ‘part time’ was ever used in that hour-long conversation. He concluded by offering me a full time position and I knew I would accept the offer.
The next day when I dialed Forkner's office. I was told , “Dr. Forkner left yesterday afternoon. He will be back in six weeks.”
On a mere whim I had stumbled into this hard-to-find, stranger's office without an appointment and been offered a life changing job. A feeling of serendipity overwhelmed me.
Metropolitan State College was the love of my working career. I classify myself as a Metroholic.
Joe D. Megeath
Professor Emeritus
During a summer lunch break in 1969, I trekked down to Metropolitan State College and found Dr. Irvine Forkner, Business Division Chair. The balding, mustachioed man behind the desk had eyes which carried the sparkle of enthusiastic curiosity about the world. After the obligatory pleasantries I summarized my educational degrees and business background with Ford and Gates and explained my interest in teaching a part time class at night.
That was the last time the term ‘part time’ was ever used in that hour-long conversation. He concluded by offering me a full time position and I knew I would accept the offer.
The next day when I dialed Forkner's office. I was told , “Dr. Forkner left yesterday afternoon. He will be back in six weeks.”
On a mere whim I had stumbled into this hard-to-find, stranger's office without an appointment and been offered a life changing job. A feeling of serendipity overwhelmed me.
Metropolitan State College was the love of my working career. I classify myself as a Metroholic.
Joe D. Megeath
Professor Emeritus
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Erin Brogan - Current Student
The office i work at on campus was apart of the Metro State Homecoming Decorating Completion 2009...we turned our office into a "homecoming dance". one of my favorite memories from Metro State is working hard with my office to decorate...which in turn caused us to win the 1st place in the decorating contest (a pizza pa...rty)....this picture below is of me and my friend (we both headed up the decorating committee) and a Rowdy cardboard cut-out we hand made in the office...we ALL worked VERY hard to make that life size Rowdy come alive and he still in our office today.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Manea von Griffyn - Current Student
I had never heard of postsecret.com until Metro Student Activities hosted Frank Warren, who started this social experiment of anonymous secrets on postcards. I was very taken
by the idea & rushed home to see more of them. I found one that was pink with white polka dots & had black lettering saying: Instead of cutting my wrists I made this postcard. It haunted me & as a result I wrote a poem called "Cut." A young girl of 17
wrote on my poetry website that because of my poem she no longer cut on herself. I cried. Because Metro hosted this event & inspired my poem, a young woman found hope & strength to stop hurting herself. I have had other Metro students who have tearfully thanked me for this poem. I can think of no greater story than this to give credit to Metro's history!
Namaste'
Manea
by the idea & rushed home to see more of them. I found one that was pink with white polka dots & had black lettering saying: Instead of cutting my wrists I made this postcard. It haunted me & as a result I wrote a poem called "Cut." A young girl of 17
wrote on my poetry website that because of my poem she no longer cut on herself. I cried. Because Metro hosted this event & inspired my poem, a young woman found hope & strength to stop hurting herself. I have had other Metro students who have tearfully thanked me for this poem. I can think of no greater story than this to give credit to Metro's history!
Namaste'
Manea
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