Early in April I received the notification that I had received the Fulbright award. My seventh grade students were about 30 minutes into some standardized test when I got the news. My loud gasps shook them out of their testing stupor, but luckily they were able to recover once I calmed down a bit. Not really knowing how to put such a momentous occasion in writing, I emailed my husband a picture of Lou Zealand, the boomerang fish-throwing muppet, and hoped that he would get the idea. I remained in some state of shock for weeks. Although I really wanted the award, there was always a part of me that didn’t think I was fancy enough for a Fulbright. It’s in a Paul Simon song, for crying out loud.
I got over the shock and grew more excited about this chance to learn how public education, teacher training, and teacher mentoring work in New Zealand.