Posts Tagged ‘outreach educator’

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November 7, 2012

Post by Nicole Rife

I love visiting our Outreach Educators. Caitlin is at Erie Intermediate today in Ashtabula, OH and has a great group of high school volunteers and parents helping today. Some of the students helped yesterday at Superior Elementary and enjoyed their volunteer time so much that they asked to make a new club. If you look closely, you will see “COSI Club” on a few shirts; they made them last night. How awesome is that? We love our volunteers and love it when they get as excited as us to teach kids. It’s going to be a great day of learning in Ashtabula!

We love COSI On Wheels volunteers!

We love COSI On Wheels volunteers!

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Little Labsters

November 2, 2012

Post by Becca Kelly

These kindergarten students from Garfield Elementary School in Mentor, Ohio, came dressed for the occasion. The students arrived to their hands-on session as “little scientists” in lab coats with “thinking faces” at the ready.

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Sweet Ts!

November 1, 2012

Post by Beth Tuttle

These kiddos have amazing Investigating Energy shirts that are their school shirts for the whole year! Each grade had their own color too. I felt so welcomed at this school and the kids were so excited to show me their shirts and were very enthusiastic about their COSI visit.

Sweet Ts!

Sweet Ts!

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Earning Their Spots!

August 29, 2012

Post by Chelsie Webster

The four new C.O.W.s are earning their spots in COW College! From left to right, Chelsie Webster, Caitlin Yahr, Mat Stuckey, Beth Tuttle :)

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COW College Convoy

August 24, 2012

Photo by Nicole Rife

COSI On Wheels trucks lined up in front of COSI means just one thing: time for COW College!

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Three Years

August 16, 2012

Three years.

Three years I’ve been a part of COSI On Wheels.

Each year, as Joe Butler pointed out, I’ve taught more kids in a week then some teachers will see in their entire lifetime. Now it is time to move on. I will miss so much about COSI…the second family I’ve gained for one. The stories for another, we always have the best stories. So before I sign off this blog, I’ll sling one more for ya.

My Last Week As a COW
Post by Kyle Jepson

Monday goes like any other. We have our meetings, we assign events. I don’t chime in since I’ll be gone by Friday. By the end of the week I’ve got the following to do: Turn in my last expense report, go to the Ross County Fair, finish the Chemistry hands-on binders I’ve been working on, and turn in the following: my keys, parking pass, credit card, COSI shirts, and badge. The team heads to lunch and I choose to get breakfast at Grand Day Café.

We spend most of the lunch riffing on the idea of Bane from The Dark Knight Rises being played by Jar-Jar Binks (“Mesa Gotham’s reckoning!”). Once we return, I finish up binders and injure myself (more on that later). The rest of Monday is pretty uneventful save the fact that Kurt (our fearless director) and I are wearing the same pants.

I always knew he had great style.

I finish out the day by turning in my final expense report and credit card.

Then the COWs and I head to Woodlands for a goodbye happy hour.

(If you don’t get the above joke, we can never be friends.)

Tuesday! I begin to clean out my desk. Over the past three years I have accumulated a lot of junk. Fun junk, but junk nonetheless. I try to harden my heart as I throw out random Reddit pictures we’ve printed out, completed To Do lists, and sort through the random tea, oatmeal, and cup o’ noodles I’ve stashed in my emergency lunch fund. I find that I still somehow have a lot of junk but sentiment keeps me from tossing it.

Tuesday comes and goes. That night I go and see Anamanaguchi with my roommate and we watch the Olympics while we wait for the band to go on.

Wednesday and Thursday I am attending my last event ever with Ms. Rebecca Kelly, the Ross County Fair. On the way down Becca takes a picture of most likely the last time I’ll drive a truck.

(No worries. We were at a red light.)

We sing Foxy Shazam loud and out of key but we don’t care. Our time together is precious. The Ross County Fair goes smoothly as always.

After the fair my mom comes to pick us up in her soccer van. Then we get watch ‘Written By a Kid’ on YouTube and go to Jerry’s Pizza for dinner. I couldn’t do my last event ever and not eat pizza and it doesn’t hurt that this pizza rocks.

The second day of the fair is the same. Time flies by.

We’re done. We pack up. We leave. We are sweaty.

That night I sit in my room and play The Office in the background as I write goodbye notes to my friends and co-workers. I get a little weepy. I try to write these notes directly from the heart and desperately attempt to avoid cliché. I probably fail.

Friday…

I arrive at my normal time, sans coffee. Coffee will be provided at my going-away breakfast. As I sit and try to ignore the bagels till 9am I clean out the remainder of my desk. The breakfast is enjoyable. I force everyone to sign a poster so I can hang it up at my new desk.

After my going away party we head to Philips Coney Island for one last lunch together. I am a classy lady as usual.

Katie, Becca, and I take our obligatory photos in front of COSI.

Becca and Katie leave. I can barely look at them because I know I will start crying if I do.

Back upstairs I go through my e-mail and attempt to save any gems from forever deletion.

I fold up my poster that everyone signed from this morning then head down to the safety office to turn in my keys. As I take my color coded key rings off I am met with a sticky green sludge that quite similarly resembles slime from It’s Simply Chemistry. It gets lodged all under my nails and on my fingers and I have to throw the color coders away. I apologize to the man who takes my keys from me.

I make one more round of the office to say goodbye. I send out a goodbye email that is extremely hard to write and keep getting up for water but really it’s so I can compose myself. I turn off my computer for the last time, gather my things and leave. I walk through the hallways, the hallways I have walked for the last five or so years and I find myself barely able to breathe as I get into my car.

Am I making the right call here? I know I am. It’s time for new memories, new adventures. Lucky for me I will always have reminders of my times here, namely, the bruises and scars I’ve accumulated. Even now as I type this from my couch at home, my eyes are drawn to the latest injury I sustained from COSI On Wheels. It is small and benign, it will go away quicker than I’ll realize, for now though it is a new little memory of my last week here. It’s a lamination splinter; tiny, black and hard from dried blood. It’s painful as all get out but this stupid injury seems quite apropos to my current feelings. How can something so seemingly small hurt so much?

I don’t have that answer. But for now it will be a tiny memory I can hang onto until I feel better. And yes, for some weird reason I do feel better knowing I still have a tiny part of COSI with me.

I still have this:

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COSI On Wheels Arrives; Students Dance for Joy!

March 29, 2012

Post by Kyle Jepson

The Location: Montrose Elementary School in Charleston, West Virginia.
The COSI On Wheels Program: Incredible Human Machine.
The Result: Students dancing like there’s no tomorrow.

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Cold As Ice

April 26, 2011

Post by Jonathan Barnes

Last week I had the distinct privilege of going to the longest local name in the state of Ohio, Washington Courthouse. It might not be the actual longest name in Ohio, but it felt like it as I was writing it down in my daily COSI truck log.

However, I digress.

Last Tuesday marked a particularly rainy, cold, and humid day for the residents of the WC and I was appropriately cold and/or wet whenever I went outside. Usually this isn’t much of a problem for an Outreach Educator, as we spend most of our time inside a school’s gym or cafeteria, edutaining the masses yearning to breathe in the science goodness which we magnanimously distribute.

The “Launch Into Space” program is a bit different, however, as it requires the Educator to get a thermos full of liquid nitrogen before the beginning of the day’s assembly.

For those not in the know, liquid nitrogen is incredibly cold… ridiculously cold, in fact. It’s 320 degrees below zero Fahrenheit. For those who remember James Cameron’s one, true masterpiece, “Terminator 2”, you might remember liquid nitrogen as the stuff that froze the dreaded T-1000, prompting zee Governator to speak the iconic phrase, “Hasta la vista, baby.”

So, it goes without much more elaboration that liquid nitrogen is pretty cold. Last Tuesday presented a unique set of atmospheric circumstances that befuddled me for the first time. As I attempted to fill the thermos with the liquid nitrogen, I noticed that the valve was a bit hard to turn. Now this was the beginning of my travel week and the truck had been sitting in our Bat-Cave-like COSI truck lot all weekend, so I didn’t think much of it. After about a minute, the thermos was full and I went to close the valve again.

…but budge, it did not.

Try as I might, I could not turn off the nitrogen. The confluence of a cold, humid day with the hyper-cold nitrogen had caused the valve to freeze OPEN. After struggling for a few minutes, I decided it was time for desperate measures. I charged back into the gymnasium, grabbed my gloves and propane blow torch and marched back out to the truck, which appeared to be vomiting a cloud from the cargo hold.

I approached the tank and, with one last reserve of my herculean nerd-rage strength, grabbed the valve with both hands and got it to budge… a quarter inch. Another twenty seconds of struggle produced another quarter inch of progress. After what seemed like an eternity, the tank valve was close, the day was saved… and my nitrogen tank was empty.

To make matters better, it was so humid in the gym that my nitrogen cup actually froze to my glove… much to the delight of all of the second graders at Cherry Hill Primary.

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Mmm…Bacon (it brings people together)

September 7, 2010

Jonathan BarnesPost by Jonathan Barnes

This past week, I was one of the team members who brought COSI On Wheels’ Science Spot to the Montgomery County Fair in Dayton. During this particular event, we brought ten of our kiosks and one very special activity: Daisy, our “milkable” fiberglass cow.

On Friday, I was helping a group of students milk Daisy when I struck up a conversation… nee’ argument with the most adorable little girl who was probably close to eight.

We were discussing livestock and she brought up the subject of pigs.

“I think pigs are cute,” she said.

“I used to raise pigs, and I think they can get big and smelly,” I replied.

“But they’re cute!”

“Big and smelly!”

“Cute!”

“Big and smelly!”

And we went on for a few seconds before I attempted to end our cute disagreement by saying, “At least we can agree that they’re tasty; especially bacon.”

To which she replied: “I’m Jewish and shouldn’t eat them…but we do sometimes.”

This once again proves my theory that bacon is the most powerful force on earth.

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Our Day at “Ready, Set, Grow!” in New Albany, OH on July 7.

July 8, 2010

Post by Nicholas Steinbrecher

To a childcare center I went
With my Space show in tow,
Young minds to teach,
With science I sow.

But no tables were seen,
And so searched did we,
Until 10 mini tables we had,
Of all shapes that could be.

But the delight of the day,
Was the Madgeburg Hemisphere.
Like horses the kids pulled,
Egged on by the crowd cheer.

But air pressure won the challenge,
All 14.7 pounds per square inch.
To separate the sphere,
Add air and it’s a cinch.

And so air pressure was learned,
and its effects were shown.
The importance of space suits,
Are now well known.

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