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An Oscars Shout-Out To Nick Ordway

It wasn’t Best Picture, Best Director, or even Best Actress in a Supporting Role.

It was “only” Best Short Film, Live Action (“The God of Love,” a romance about a lounge-singing darts champion — why not?).

But the blogosphere was alive this morning, burbling that writer/director/star Luke Matheny gave the best acceptance speech all night.

He joked that he should have gotten a haircut (his hair is huge).  He made a pitch for his special film niche, and hailed “the great state of Delaware.”

And he thanked — by name — his 1st assistant director, Nick Ordway.

Nick Ordway

Nick — a 1998 Staples alum who was very active in Staples Players — is a 2009 NYU Tisch School of the Arts graduate.

Befitting someone involved in an Oscar-winning short film, he’s had a storied career.  Nick studied literature and theatre at Princeton University, then taught English at Chiang Mai University in Thailand.

His films have played at Lincoln Center and on the web.  In addition to directing, Nick freelances as a sound recordist, and teaches film at the School of Cinema and Performing Arts.

We knew  there’d be at least one Westport-themed story from last night’s Oscars.

Any others we missed?

The Concert Crowd

A faithful “06880” reader — who, for neighborly reasons, wishes to remain anonymous — attended 2 recent school concerts.  The music was great.

The crowd’s behavior was not.

The reader wrote:

At middle school performances and then the Staples Winter Concert I noticed (really impossible to miss) that as soon as their kids are done, parents get up and leave.  By the end, when the sophomore orchestra was to play, I would wager that 60% of the audience had departed.

This is so selfish, it’s beyond me.  These kids work hard, and the music is excellent.  Even though my child was on early, we stayed to enjoy the whole show.

What can be so pressing that so many people must get up and leave, showing no respect for the effort all of the kids put in — not to mention the music teachers (for whom it must be really distressing)?

I guess it’s a reflection of the “me first” mentality that people seem to have adopted.  And what was especially bad was when the man in front made a joke about leaving, as he got up to go.

The reader is right.  But — to get myself even more worked up — I showed the email to Staples orchestra director Adele Valovich, and asked her reaction.

He may not be your kid -- but he's someone's.

“I think we’ve lost our civility,” she said, politely but firmly.  “Common courtesy — which was the norm, and which we took for granted — no longer exists in society at large.”

So, she said, “I think it’s our job as teachers to educate the next generation of concert-goers as to correct deportment.”

That includes, Adele said, “staying throughout the entire performance; not being distracted by texting, cell phones or newspapers, and not walking around in the middle of a piece.”

Who knew?

Education begins with music students, Adele said.  “In rehearsals I talk all the time about staying until everyone is finished.  But some kids say their parents make them leave.”

The orchestra leader does not want to “insult” parents.  But, she said, “we may have to establish rules of conduct.”  Through announcements before shows and emails to parents, music educators would say “we expect your children and you to stay for the entire performance.”

Is that what you want your child to see from the stage?

It’s “very discouraging to be the last group playing, and look out to see a very scattered audience,” she noted.

“As a teacher, I know how much work my students put it.  They want to be acknowledged.

The most recent concert — the one the “06880” reader watched more than half the audience flee from — was “an hour and 10 minutes,” Adele said.

“I don’t think that’s an excessive amount of time.”

Adele suggested that “every parent imagine themselves in that last group of performers.  That might change some behavior.

“I think as a society we’ve become very ‘me-oriented’ — in all situations.  We seldom put ourselves in someone else’s shoes.”

Or, it seems, our own children’s orchestra seats.

Live, From Westport — It’s STN!

In the 1960s, Staples’ WSRB was cutting-edge — one of the first student radio stations in the country.  Its range was 1 mile.

In 1972 WWPT — all 330 watts — became the 1st student-run FM station in the state.  Over the years it increased its power.  Today 90.3 can be heard throughout Fairfield County.

In 2009 the Staples Media Lab added TV.  STN — the Staples Television Network — quickly became an integral part of the school.

Think “network” is a bit grandiose?  Think again.  STN is streamed live (as is WWPT).  So while Westporters can watch Channel 78, shows are also available any place on the planet, in real time.  All you need is an internet connection.

STN’s bread-and-butter is sports.  They televise home football games, and boys and girls basketball.  (The events are simulcast on WWPT.)

STN has also done indoor track meets — perhaps the 1st time that sport has been covered on TV anywhere, at any level.

But as good as DJ Sixsmith, Eric Gallanty and the rest of the sports crew is — and they’re very, very good — STN is not exactly ESPN.

They’re much more diverse.

Eric Gallanty and DJ Sixsmith on air during a Staples football game. (Photo courtesy of Westport Patch)

The Staples TV station has broadcast Candlelight Concerts, graduations and elections.  As with sports, coverage of those events features multiple cameras, sophisticated graphics, and plenty of inside knowledge.

STN also televises live bands — who come to the studio as part of Staples’ audio production courses.  (The Media Lab’s talented instructors, Jim Honeycutt and Mike Zito, also teach TV production and radio production.)

This spring, STN hopes to televise baseball and girls lacrosse.  Next fall they’d like to add boys and girls soccer, and field hockey.

To do that — and more — they need money and equipment.

They can’t sell advertising — something about pesky FCC regulations — so they’re asking sports teams (and anyone else) for checks.

Their equipment wish list includes:

  • LCD or plasma television/display
  • SD-SDI recorder or tape deck (instant replay solution)
  • VHF and UHF radios  or walkie-talkies (RF Communications)
  • Broadcasting headsets
  • Graphic or text generators
  • MacPro or MacBook (or another omputer running some form of Apple OSX)
  • Cameras with S-Video connection

This being Westport, plenty of folks have that stuff lying around in attics or garages.  Others have access to it through work (legally, of course).

If you can help Staples Television Network with a check, a computer or anything else, email staplestelevisionnetwork@gmail; call 203-341-1379, or write the Media Lab, c/o Staples High School, 70 North Ave., Westport, CT 06880.

Then sit back, and enjoy the show.

Racing Toward — Where?

Race To Nowhere” — the much-heralded documentary — arrived in Westport last night.  It is not a feel-good film.

The audience of 600 at Bedford Middle School — mostly mothers, with a few dads and students sprinkled in — saw a depressing litany of all that ails education today.  Teaching to the test; too much homework; too many extracurriculars; too much pressure to get into the best college; cheating — it was all there.  Plus the heart-wrenching, math grade-induced suicide of a 13-year-old girl.

It’s not a perfect film.  In trying to cover everything — from high-performing suburban schools to those in inner cities; from kindergarten through high school; from the perspectives of students, parents, administrators and mental health professionals — it felt at times like rocketing from math class to Spanish to social studies.

And, paradoxically, at 85 minutes it was about 20 minutes too long.  If I were in class, I’d have been staring at the clock.

But “Road to Nowhere” is definitely worth seeing.  You may not like the parade of sad, tired, pressured kids — and they may be no more representative of their generation than the images of their demandingly conflicted parents — but all those voices, and messages, are important.

Among the main points:

  • “Everyone expects us to be super-heroes.” — A student
  • “We’re all caught up in this.  We’re all afraid our kids won’t be as successful as we were.” — A parent
  • Students today are told they have to succeed in the classroom, on the playing field, in the community.  “And among all that,” a teenager says, “we have to be unique.  And find ourselves.”
  • “Kids look great on the outside.  But underneath, they’re bleeding.” — A mental health professional
  • Recognizing the rigors of homework, an AP Biology teacher cut his homework assignments in half.  Those students did better on the all-important AP test than his previous classes.
  • “Cheating has become another course.  And the more we do it, the better we get.” — A student
  • “My AP course has become a runaway train.” — A teacher
  • “I’ll never have to speak French again!” — A student, following her AP French test
  • “We’re raising a generation of training wheel kids.  They never learn how to fall.” — A mental health professional
  • “If all you get are A’s, there’s only one way to go:  down.” — A parent
  • “It’s a lot harder being a teenager than it ever was before.”  — A parent
  • “I’m worried about my pre-teenage daughters getting into good schools.  And I write books on this stuff!” — An educator

Half the audience stayed for a discussion afterward.  Topics ranged from poor teachers to peer pressure exerted by parents.

But — as gloomy as the film is — an upbeat note was sounded by Brian Fagan.  The assistant superintendent for curriculum (“and homework,” he joked) said:

“None of these issues are unfamiliar to me as an administrator, or to Westport public schools.  Are we vulnerable to some of the criticisms in the film?  Yes — but in constructive ways.

“We do have conversations about these issues, and we’re actively working to mitigate them.  Our discussions are lengthy, and complex.  None of these problems are easily addressed, or conveniently repackaged.  But we’re definitely talking about them, and we look forward to continuing the conversation.”

(A follow-up discussion to “Race to Nowhere” is set for Monday, March 14 [7 p.m.] in the Staples cafeteria.  Like last night’s film, it is sponsored by the PTA Council.  Another showing of the film — sponsored by the Teen Awareness Group — will be held Tuesday, March 8 [7 p.m.], in the Staples auditorium.)

Richard Rodgers Honors Peter Duchan And Justin Paul

While Americans were going ga-ga over a woman in an egg, the theater world shined a spotlight on a pair of Westporters.

Justin Paul

Last weekend “Dogfight” received a Richard Rodgers Award for Musical Theater.  The studio production’s book is by Peter Duchan (book).  Music and lyrics are by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul.  Peter and Justin are Staples grads; Benj is very familiar locally, as a longtime collaborator with Justin. 

Rodgers Awards nurture talented composers and playwrights by subsidizing productions of their musicals in New York.  This year’s jury was chaired by Stephen Sondheim.

Set in 1960s San Francisco, “Dogfight” follows Eddie Birdlace, a Marine about to ship out to Vietnam.  He and his friends hold a cruel competition — a “dogfight” — during which each man brings the ugliest date he can find to a party.

Peter Duchan

According to Playbill.com, “Eddie finds Rose, a diner waitress whose idealism and compassion challenge him on his last evening before he ships out. When he returns, a broken man, to a changed America, he may finally be ready for the redemptive kindness Rose offers.”

Peter and Justin’s latest award is of interest to Westporters for another reason, beyond their hometown roots:   Richard Rodgers lived for many years on Hulls Highway, just over the Fairfield line.

Staples SLOBs

 

Staples is filled with SLOBs.

And Westport is a far better place for them.

The yuk-yuk anagram stands for Service League of Boys.  The parent-son community service club is one of the most popular organizations at school.

It’s only 3 years old, but already the SLOBs have established a great tradition:  Service Sunday.  Fathers, mothers and teenage sons work together doing construction, landscaping and painting for social service groups in town.

Last year they gave the Gillespie Center a new courtyard, finished the food pantry and painted their office.  SLOBs painted the bathrooms at Bacharach Emergency Housing, and mulched their beds.  They did a lot of landscaping for Saugatuck Apartments and Linxweiler, and also worked for seniors through the Department of Human Services.

This year they’ve added Project Return and the ABC House.

Staples SLOBs work in the Gillespie Shelter food pantry.

They pay for supplies with unique fundraisers.  For 2011 a committee of boys devised an arm wrestling event.  After school on March 11, SLOBs and friends will try to break the Guinness world record for simultaneous arm wrestlers (it’s 200).  Then SLOBs will host an arm wrestling tournament, with teams of 6 (3 males, 3 females — teachers are welcome).  By charging an entry fee, SLOBs hopes to raise up to $10,000.

Tom and David Kalb help landscape Linxweiler House.

But they still need help for Service Day (this year, May 1).  SLOBs provides the grunt work, but they need professionals to help — for example, doing bathroom renovatiions (including new vinyl flooring), and installing paving stones and removing damaged asphalt at the Gillespie Center.

Pros are also needed for power washing at 2 houses; porch renovation and replacement of rotted shingles; replacing a rotted stockade fence, and sheetrocking a small area of the food pantry.

Sure, Staples students sometimes leave the cafeteria a mess.  But this group of SLOBs is doing some pretty neat things.

(Interested in helping with Service Sunday, either by donating professional expertise or money?  Able to donate a storage shed, new grill, and/or new tools like rakes and shovels?  Contact Suzanne Kalb:  skalb@optonline.net; 203-226-4803.)


Science Fairs Thrive In Westport

In the 1950s, it was Sputnik.  In the 2010s, it’s science fairs.  Both are symbols of America losing its competitive edge.

Both President Obama and the New York Times have weighed in on the declining numbers of, and interest in, science fairs — those rites of education in which students devise experiments, create posters, and try to impress judges with their diligent work.

As so often happens, Westport is bucking the trend.

Science fairs — all of science education, really — is alive and well in a town that more often celebrates financial wizardry, artistic endeavors and sports.

A fair that began as a tiny gathering in the Staples library several years ago has mushroomed into an event that draws more than 300 student exhibitors from 4 schools, judges and guests.  Last week, science research students participated in what’s now called the Southern Connecticut Science and Engineering Fair — the gateway to an international competition.

Jackson Yang took behavioral science 1st place for his work on “The Effect of Volume of Background Music on Cognitive Task Performance.”  Yuri Lenskiy finished 1st in physical science for “Modeling an Optimal Receiver for a Binary Quantum Channel Using Information Theory.”

Other students received awards for projects like “The Effect of Over-Expression of E-Cadherin on Megakaryocyte Differentiation” (Isabel Baker); “Multicolored Quantum Dot-Based Light-Emitting Diodes Utilizing Highly Monodisperse CdSe/ZnS/Shell Nanocrystals” (Robert Mahieu) and (this one I understand) “Memory and Recollection of Goldfish” (Matt Smith).

Joseph Yang demonstrates a model of a Turing machine to Staples classmates Jack Rosenberg and Corey Werner at the 11th annual Southern Connecticut Invitational Science & Engineering Fair last weekend. (Photo: Bob Luckey / Greenwich Time)

Congressman Jim Hines addressed the student scientists.  He called America’s science and engineering standing “now deep in the pack.  We are junior varsity, and that must change.”

Staples already has a varsity, resembling the best that can be found on the soccer or football field.  A 3-year Science Research Program — led by Dr. Nick Morgan and Dr. Michele Morse — provides students with unparalleled opportunities to unearth a problem, find a mentor, hone research skills, and discover answers (or, perhaps, more questions).

Students in the rigorous course enter prestigious competitions, sponsored by the likes of Siemens and Intel.  (Staples has had international, $150,000 winners.)

There are also subject-specific contests, like those for Young Epidemiology Scholars.

After review and certification of the Science Research Program, Morgan and Morse are now adjunct professors at the University of Albany.  Their Staples students can earn up to 12 college credits through the college.

Middle school students also compete in science fairs.  A district-wide event was held last week at Coleytown.  Those students also plan to enter 2 upcoming competitions:  the Invention Convention, and the Siemens Environmental Challenge.

Dr. A.J. Scheetz, Westport science coordinator for grades 6-12, sees science fairs as part of the effort to expand STEM — science, technology, engineering and math — education throughout the district.  Other initiatives include the development of new computer programming courses at Staples, and reconfiguring the middle school science showcase.

The biggest hole, Scheetz says, is engineering.  A group of students excel in robotics — they’ve won international awards — but more can be done.  “We’d like to see experiences in engineering become normative experiences for all Westport students,” Scheetz says.

If so, perhaps one day a Staples grad will design the 21st-century version of Sputnik.

Then again, she may still be in high school when she does.

The View From Egypt

Throughout more than 2 weeks of demonstrations in Egypt, the voices of Westporters have been quiet.

We’ve watched — with the rest of the world — as citizens of the proud, ancient nation have struggled against an oppressive government, and for freedom and justice.

One Westporter has more than a passing interest in the outcome.  Taher Naggar is the son of Egyptian parents.  Taher’s father emigrated to the U.S. from Egypt in 1969; his mother came 5 years later.  Born in 1976 in Queens, Taher moved to Westport at 5.  In 1994 he graduated from Staples.

Taher Naggar

Every couple of years growing up, Taher visited Egypt.  He spent time with family members, but did not really experience the country.  Only in the past 6 years has he gotten to know the land.  That created a “stronger, richer” connection, he says.

In Westport, Taher knew only 1 other Egyptian family.  But from his first day of kindergarten at Green’s Farms Elementary School, he never felt unwelcome or out of place.  He made friendships he maintains today.

“I never sensed that I was mistreated because I looked different, had a strange name or fasted during Ramadan,” he says.  “Even during the first Gulf War, as a freshman at Staples, there were only a few comments thrown my way.”

A Jewish friend and he often joked about “our brethren, and the never-ending conflict in Israel/Palestine.”  Taher learned that America is filled with people from other parts of the world — places rife with conflict — who find themselves “tolerating, working with, even developing and maintaining friendships and relationships with people from the very countries they may have learned to hate in their homelands.  It’s an amazing phenomenon.”

Even so, telling people he is Egyptian — and Muslim — has elicited amazement, and “big eyes of wonder.”  He cautions others that while he is no expert in either area, he is happy to answer questions.

After graduating from Ohio University, Taher worked at a talent management company, a boutique ad agency and Enterprise Rent-a-Car.  Last September he started a new career, as a 7th grade math teacher in the Bronx.  He now lives back in his birthplace:  Queens.

In New York, for the 1st time he socialized with Egyptians and Arabs who were not related to him.  It was exciting to have new friends — young men and women with similar experiences as children of immigrants.  It was novel to sit with 15 or 30 peers and switch back and forth from English to Arabic.

At the same time, he felt like an outsider.  He had grown up following religious and cultural norms like not drinking alcohol.  But his new friends were like most 20-something Americans, “doing everything under the sun.”

They also seemed to have stronger ties to Egypt than Taher did.  He made a concerted effort to know the country better.  On his trips there, he tried to live like a local.

Though spared the pain of knowing anyone who died on 9/11 — and not really the target of ignorant or insensitive remarks — Taher and others like him were strongly affected by the terrorist attacks.

“As New Yorkers, we watched our city and neighbors crumble and die,” he says.  “As Americans, we lost our sense of invincibility.

“As Arab Muslims, our religion and cultures were hijacked well before those planes took off, to be used as rallying cries for the grossly misguided ideologies of a twisted minority that do not reflect reality for the majority of the Islamic and Arab worlds.”

The current uprising in Egypt is “well overdue,” Taher says.  “While I pray for the safety of my family and friends there, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed with pride and excitement.

“Over the last few years in particular, every local I’ve met in Egypt has complained about the lack of opportunity and freedom there.  Every family member I’ve spoken with echoes the same sentiments.”

Despite the fear and uncertainty, Taher says, his relatives “know that this uprising is what Egypt needs to stand up on its own feet again, and prosper and flourish.”  They look forward to a “new normal that will allow them to be fully part of the 21st century — not just living on the fringe.”

Taher has been shocked at the number of Egyptians who take to the streets, and their ability to hold their ground.  He does not think any friends or family members are actively protesting in Tahrir Square or at the Parliament building, though some may have taken to the streets with the general protesters.

He knows no one who supports Hosni Mubarak and his regime.  Doing so, Taher says, “would be akin to self-repression.”

He believes that if the demonstrators maintain their numbers and stamina, they can create the change they seek.

“I hope they are able to bring about the dawning of a new day in Egypt,” Taher says.  “I want for them and for Egypt what they want for themselves:  freedom.”

He was heartened by a friend’s Facebook post:  “Egyptian people, you have my sincerest admiration and respect.  I’ve never experienced a true sense of pride and belonging to you until now.  The world is watching you…make history!”

Taher Naggar is watching too, from thousands of miles away.  But these are his people, and it is his history that is finally in the making.

Trying To Be A Boy Scout

Leaving an office building restroom the other day, I saw something gold on the floor.  That’s weird, I said to myself.  How did my American Express card end up there?

Except it wasn’t my card.  It had someone else’s name.  And it was a business credit card, with the company’s name listed too.

The card I found looked like this, except it did not belong to C. F. Frost.

The normal procedure — normal, that is, if you’re not a crook — is to hunt down the cardholder, ask a few questions to make sure it’s theirs, and return it.  But the name on this card was absurdly generic — let’s say, “Susan Smith.”

After thinking to myself “Wow, I knew a ‘Susan Smith’ in high school,” I figured I’d contact the company.  I’d never heard of it, but it had “Entertainment” in the name, so I assumed it was a small local business.

It’s not.  It’s a large firm, based in California.  The website had no directory of executives, and an extensive search of the site didn’t help.

On to Facebook.  Of course, there are a squintillion Susan Smiths — black, white, young, old, gorgeous, not — but none from around here or with an entertainment profile.

Next up:  Google.  “Susan Smith” plus the company name brought no exact matches.  But the top link was to a Susan Smith’s LinkedIn profile.  She worked in the entertainment field, for a media firm.

I’m on LinkedIn — though I haven’t figured out why — so I sent Susan Smith a message.  “Did you lose your Amex card today?” I asked.  “If so, tell me where, what color, and what the business name is.”

But that was a long shot.  If I were Susan Smith I’d probably be freaking about my lost card.  So I called American Express, to say I’d found it, and all was well.

Easier said than done.  The recorded AmEx voice asked me to say “my” card number.  “Mine” was Susan’s — no problem.

But then I had to answer the security question:  something about my her elementary school.  I was stumped, but I got a 2nd chance:  the last 4 digits of my her Social Security number.

After passive-aggressively informing me that she could not hear my response, the voice gave me a set of options.  None, of course, resembled “speak to a customer service representative.”

So I did what I always do in such circumstances:  I yelled into the phone, “I just want to talk to a f—ing person!”

“Sorry!” she chirped.  “I did not understand that request.”

The customer service representative I spoke with was quite perky, and helpful.

Punching in several not-what-I-wanted prompts — “Membership Rewards” was one, I think — finally got me to “talk with a customer service representative.”

Sort of.  I waited on hold for a while — surprise! — until finally a helpful woman without an Indian accident — another surprise! — greeted me warmly.

I’ve long ago learned that it’s not her fault her company’s phone tree sucks.  So I explained what happened.  She told me to destroy the card, and thanked me for my help.  That was that!

But I had to convey my frustration, so I told her my story.

She apologized on behalf of American Express’s tens of thousands of employees, and said:  “Just so you know, sir, in the future you can punch ‘zero-pound-zero-pound’ any time.  That will take you straight to customer service!”

How simple!  Silly me!  Why hadn’t I thought of that?

PS:  The next morning, “Susan” emailed me back.  She’d gotten my LinkedIn message.  She was the one whose card was lost.  She thanked me profusely.

And she added that yes indeed, she was the Susan Smith who had been in my class back in the day at Staples.

Jacob Meisel Weathers The Storm

When it comes to weather forecasts, who do you believe:  the National Weather ServiceThe Weather Channel?  Jacob Meisel?

No contest.  Bet the farm — and your snow day — on the Staples sophomore.

“They’re pretty conservative, for fear of being wrong,” he says of the government agencies and private services, with their sophisticated computer models and high-tech gadgets.

“They’re big, so they can’t take risks.  I say what I see.  I can take being wrong.”

He seldom is.

Jacob has built a cult following by being forthright — and right.  Taking data from the big boys — including Canadian and European weather models — and analyzing trends, Jacob has an uncanny record of nailing snow totals with tremendous accuracy.

And for noting when a much-hyped storm will deliver only a few wimpy flakes.

Jacob Meisel crunches the latest data.

Jacob’s Connecticut Weather Blog includes breaking news, short- and medium-range forecasts, snow day predictions, and detailed explanations of how Jacob arrived at each prediction.

He’s had 20,000 hits since the December 26 storm — which, Jacob admits, he “under-forecasted.”  He thought it would go out out to sea.

But, he adds, “I reversed my forecast before the National Weather Service, the Weather Channel and Accu-Weather.”

He is not afraid to pull punches.  A recent blog post declared:

Most weather agencies have completely written this (upcoming) storm off.  I challenge (them), and say that if we see more than 2 inches of snow, then I was right to warn the public about a storm earlier than they did.  I completely see the potential with this system, especially since the CMC Canadian weather model bombs out the storm and gives us around a foot Tuesday.

Jacob started his “Weather Wiz” website as a Coleytown 8th grader, 2 years after moving to Westport.  He came from California — which, he laments, “doesn’t have a lot of weather.”

His passion was ignited watching intense lightning storms on Cape Cod.  When he realized the power of snowstorms here to affect daily life, he was hooked.

He attended a 5-day weather camp at Penn Sate — “one of the main weather universities in the country,” he notes — but is largely self-taught.  He studies other meteorologists, while taking nothing at face value.  Each model has “biases,” Jacob says, and he figures those into his own predictions.

“I love the feeling of nailing a forecast dead-on,” he says.  And he loves bad weather.

“Sunny and clear is boring,” says Jacob.  “A severe storm is exciting.”  When it hits he talks to fellow meteorologists, follows radar, and updates his blog constantly.

He’s a mini-celebrity at Staples.  “Most kids just want to know if we’ll have school or not, but I think some of them are learning about models and interactions,” he says.  Teachers are very interested too, he says.

It’s too early for Jacob to know if he’ll make meteorology a career.  He enjoys public speaking, and is active in Staples’ Debate and Junior State of America clubs.

He’s also very interested in politics.  Though, if you think about it, that’s just another field with blustery winds that frequently shift.

For now though, weather is Jacob’s primary interest.  As the “06880” interview ends, he pulls out his cellphone.

“The European model just added an update,” he says.  “Let me check it out.”