Space Travel
THE CHALLENGER
A TEACHER IN SPACE
It Was A BIG Deal!
Challenger crew from left to right: (front row) Michael J. Smith, Dick Scobee, Ronald McNair; (back row) Ellison Onizuka, Christa McAuliffe, Gregory Jarvis, and Judith Resnik
"I touch the future. I teach." ~ Christa McAuliffe
Space exploration continued to “skyrocket” so to speak.
Though what I’m about to write about did not happen in my childhood, I feel it
worthy to add here as it impacted me a great deal in my early days of teaching.
I remember it clearly as if it were happening right now. Derek and I had moved
back to Austin in 1983, and in 1984 President Reagan announced the Teacher In
Space Program to increase interest in the Space Shuttle Program. They began
searching for the first civilian, an educator, to fly into space. Christa
McAuliffe was selected out of the more than 11,000 applicants and space
awareness among schools all across America was heightened. All of us awaited anxiously
as Christa began training and preparing to communicate with students from
space. January 28, 1986, is a day welded into my memory forever. It was an
exciting day to reach the school house that morning, knowing that a TEACHER as
a civilian was being launched to teach lessons from space. We quickly began to
readjust our schedules, many of us agreeing to combine ranks and view the
launch on television together in the library. Then the unthinkable happened.
The shuttle broke apart 73 seconds into flight. The shock and horror swept over
the building. Shortly, the passing period came and we were trying to comprehend
what had just happened and how we were going to readjust our schedule. I went
to my classroom to meet my students, and as they entered so did my principal,
Mary Bull. What happened now for me seemed like a ‘bullish’ act because she
arrived with her pad to do my yearly evaluation which in and of itself is
stressful for a teacher. My mind was SWIRLING. As a young teacher, I went into
a survival mode of my own. It was a hellish nightmare, as I did what instinct
would tell me to do and that was to have the students open their spelling books
and proceed, or try to proceed, with a normal lesson on this horrific day. It
seemed to me that she was smiling on the inside in a devilish way, watching me
scramble to pull it together. Not only was I grieving from the tragedy, now I
was pressured in the largest sense as a teacher to press on. It nearly made me
ill, physically and emotionally. That year, I had 8th period off and
I couldn’t wait to make an early exit from the building, feeling like I was
struggling to breathe. When I made it home, I laid down on the couch, covered
myself in a blanket to watch the coverage now unfolding on the television. I
don’t remember much else…but I couldn’t help but feel that I had been
personally challenged and attacked on this day of great tragedy, more
especially in the educational world.
On January 28, 2016, several teachers who competed alongside
McAuliffe for a seat on the Challenger traveled to Cape Canaveral, Florida, for
a 30th anniversary remembrance service, along with her widower, Steven, and
son, Scott. After remarking that 30 years had passed, Steven said
"Challenger will always be an event that occurred just recently…”
I agree!