Sunday, May 10, 2015
Eventually, after a divorce, I did attend the UH Communication Disorders program. The clinic and offices were located in a small wooden frame building known as The Woods. It took up one side of the building; the other housed a hamburger joint with better food than the main cafeteria. The campus wasn't much different from what Ihad seen eight years earlier. The communication disorders program was small but easily as good as the one at UT Austin. I enjoyed the camaraderie of the students, the thrill of learning new things, and rejoiced the UH now was known for "something." We had an outstanding basketball team--Hakeem Olijawon and Clyde Drexler were the stars. The team, affectionately known to students as Phi Slama Jama made the NCAA finals.
Later, when I became a board member, and then president, of Communication Disorders Alumni Association, I could see changes. There were new building, including an Alumni Center, new sculpture on the campus, a nice dining room in the Student Center run by the students in the hotel management program, and some scientific research that was nationally recognized.
I hadn't been on campus much in the past few years but yesterday I attended a Hot Topics workshop given by the now Communication Sciences and Disorders program, and I was amazed at the changes. New buildings, a new stadium,
The department, which had about six professors when I was a student, now has 14 full time academic and clinical professors and it's still growing. The admission process is far more selective, admitting only 19% of applicants (although I'm pretty sure I could still get in). The average GPA in courses in their major is 3.92 and the overall GPA is 3.7. 100% of the graduate students pass the national exam for speech pathology and audiology on their first try. There are externships, specialty tracks, even the only speech pathology assistant program in the state. The COMD alumni program, which fizzled out a year or so after I finished my presidency, has resurrected itself and is moving ahead enthusiastically.
I left the workshop with a feeling of pride and excitement. I can't wait to see where COMD and UH go next.
Posted by thelmaz at 4:11 PM
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important
Posted by thelmaz at 5:52 PM
Sunday, May 3, 2015
The main character is an assassin (hit man) for a crime boss who wants his wife killed. How will our hero do it? Will he do it? I was moderately concerned about the outcome. I give this a B.
Another book club choice. We read Russell's The Sparrow and I thought this would be another interesting story. Nothing like the science fiction Sparrow, this is a Holocaust story that takes place in a small town in Italy, It kept me engrossed throughout.
Posted by thelmaz at 4:10 PM
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Before he died, my husband asked that I save it to his son, Bryan, Now that I'm getting ready to move (later than expected--they postponed the move-in date, much to my annoyance) it is the right time for Bryan to have it. He came in from Bastrop by himself. I expected at least two or three helpers but he strode into the garage and announced he could move it himself. It took several hours but darned if he didn't manage.
I'm feeling nostalgic. I will miss the old safe. It's been part of my life for so long and I'm very protective of old things.. Not that I've spent much time with it, but it's always been there, an object from my childhood that has hung around. But it wouldn't fit in my new 2-bedroom apartment; it would stick out like a sore thumb. So now it's off to the next generation, and fortunately Bryan didn't break his back moving it into his truck. I know he'll take good care of it. He likes old things, too.
Posted by thelmaz at 9:00 PM
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Last week I had lunch at a friend's house and admired the lovely orchid on her window sill. "They're so delicate, they must be hard to grow," I said. "Not at all," she answered. "I just put four ice cubs in the soil every Friday. That's it."
Posted by thelmaz at 6:57 PM