The Shriver Center’s Governor’s Summer Internship Program (GSIP) and the Department of Geography and Environmental Systems’ Costa Rica Field Course were featured in The Baltimore Sun‘s September special section on education.

Collin Wojciechowski ’13, political science and media and communication studies, and Michele Wolff, Director of The Shriver Center, were quoted in an article focusing on a hands-on approach to learning politics and government. Wojciechowski, who is currently special assistant to the Deputy Chief of Staff in Governor Martin O’Malley’s office, said part of his experience that led to his job came thanks to GSIP: “It gives you a chance to directly shadow a whole range of people and specifically people who are higher levels directly,” he said.

The program introduces Maryland college students to the unique challenges and rewards of working within state government and interns work for ten weeks during the summer in state government agencies. Wolff said, “it’s really important for students to see the relevancy of what’s happening around them while they are in college,” adding, “through programs like this they see the relevancy of what’s happening outside the college experience. They see that not only does it have an impact on them, but they can have an impact on what’s around them.”

In an article focused on experiential learning, Maggie Holland, Assistant Professor of Geography and Environmental Systems, and Honors College student and environmental science major Clare McCauley were quoted about UMBC’s Costa Rica Field Course. The course provides students with service opportunities and field experience while being immersed in another culture.

“As I understand experiential learning,” Holland said, “it’s the whole toolbox. It’s about linking the classroom outward.” In describing her positive experience in the program, McCauley noted, “If I can’t plant some trees and get along with my neighbor, then all these sustainable, conservatory actions really mean nothing.”

To read complete versions of both articles, click below:
Learning politics and government hands-on
Experiential learning

An article published September 7 in The Philadelphia Tribune discusses the case of U.S. Rep. Chakka Fattah, a ten term representative from Philadelphia who is facing corruption allegations, charges and guilty pleas surrounding his family. George Derek Musgrove ’97, history, associate professor of history, is quoted in the article and discusses the case of Fattah Sr. and his son, Fattah Jr., explaining that children of Black political families often go into businesses connected to their parents’ political power.

“There is a much higher percentage of white political families that produce their wealth from non-government related private businesses than there are Black ones,” Musgrove told The Tribune. “The children of many Black political families reproduce their class position by going into business[es] that are somehow connected to their parents’ political power. This may make them more susceptible to investigators looking for influence peddling.”

Musgrove added: “These young men grow up with the privileges associated with their parents’ status and take them for granted. Their children did not necessarily have an organic connection to these communities and that can sometimes lead them to use these communities for their own gain. They tend to have the same opportunities for graft afforded their white peers but not the same political protections.”

To read the full article in The Philadelphia Tribune titled, “Fattah not the first Black political family with money troubles,” click here.

Editor’s Note: This is the second in a series of three posts from Lexi, our summer intern here in the Alumni Communications office, about her experiences as a new-to-Baltimore student.

In my last post, I described how different the driving conditions in Baltimore are from rural Delaware. Multiple lane highways, aggressive drivers, lots of honking, and mis-informed GPSes always created interesting adventures.

But did you know that in Delaware, a lot of high schools don’t require you to learn how to parallel park during driver’s ed? Well, Milford High School didn’t at least. We just had to be able to park between the lines, navigate the bumps of the backroads, and not panic when passing the chicken trucks or tractors on the highway. The horrors of parallel parking didn’t hit me until college, as I had never driven in any type of city conditions, let alone tried to park sideways in between two cars that were worth more than my entire college education.

My first “lesson” came when I had to go to a museum for an art class. There was a definite trend with my art class excursions causing me more trouble than they were worth. I had to go to the Walters Art Museum in Mount Vernon. I knew I’d only be there for about an hour, and there was no way I was going to pay for the parking garages in Baltimore, so street parking was my only option. After circling the area and managing to go down every one-way street there was in
Mount Vernon, I found a spot. It was a
parallel spot, and on the left side. I was ready.

I stopped my car, put on my blinker, and then panicked. I had never parallel parked before, let alone parked on the left side of the street. Thank goodness there wasn’t any traffic. I gently tapped my accelerator to back up, but I had turned the wheel too far. I had turned my car in a little arch in the middle of the street. I pulled up next to the compact car in front of me, and tried again. This time, I managed to get almost all the way into the spot, but didn’t turn the wheel enough, and again sat almost in the middle of the street. Third time’s the charm, right? Mirror to mirror, I backed my car into the spot, one inch at a time. But this time, I had it. I could feel it. My car glided into the spot with no problems, I straightened it out, put it in park, and screamed.

I had never been more proud of myself in my life (OK, that’s a slight exaggeration, but I was very happy). I began congratulating myself, turned up the radio, sang along a little bit to Train’s “Hey Soul Sister,” and then realized my windows were down and people were staring. Blushing and laughing, I calmly got out of the car and went to pay for my spot. I was still so excited and embarrassed that I couldn’t get money out of my wallet. But, I thought, you just parallel parked all by yourself.

When I got back to my dorm, I told one of my friends, who then laughed at me, and made me go back outside and learn how to parallel park. While he sat next to me, his roommate sat in the back, and they both took turns shouting directions at me as I tried to recreate my parking skills in the back road next to Potomac Hall. Cars drove by, we all kept yelling, people stared, and we all got frustrated. But, in the end, I had learned how to parallel park. By the time we were finished, I couldn’t help but think, When I go home for the summer, I’m going to forget how to do all of this.

-Lexi Coon