Finding My Direction: The Origin Story of Traveling Miss T.

Finding My Direction: The Origin Story of Traveling Miss T.

Natalie Teboul

I first stumbled upon the field of interpretation without even realizing it in 2014. I was twenty-two years old, only a few months out of college, and a brand new classroom teacher with The New York City Teaching Fellows. Three rounds of applications, interviews, and a lot of written exams ultimately led me to become a Math Immersion Fellow and a new teacher in the New York City Department of Education.

What confused me the most though was that I was also going to be responsible for teaching sixth-grade science at my new job. When teaching in what’s considered a “high-need neighborhood,” principals struggle to attract and retain qualified teachers. This is especially the case when it comes to math and science. So despite no formal background in either, I had become a sixth-grade math and science teacher.  In my role as a new “science teacher,” I created the activity for my students before the field trip to Blackrock Forest. Not once did I think to go to the site’s website and print a resource created by a member of their interpretive staff. In hindsight, I wish I had known about all the free resources available to me, but I didn’t. In fact, I didn't even know what interpretation was, or that there was a whole field dedicated to it. So, for the sake of all being on the same page, the National Association for Interpretation (NAI) defines “interpretation” as a way to “create connections between the interests of visitors and the meanings of a resource.”

When the day of the field trip finally arrived, my students were excited to play with scientific instruments the moment we arrived at Blackrock Forest. A team of nine teachers split the one hundred students into small groups; and we led them to hiking trails, collecting data from every lake, pond, and small puddle as we moved along the trails. The kids recorded the temperatures of water, clicked some buttons on the elevation machine that nobody really understood how to use, and scooped water into small pH tubes, shaking till it changed pink. They recorded their data in their lab packets, and they laughed when the weather started to mist.

To witness a student experience a forest for the first time was an invaluable experience. I saw first-hand what happened to my students when they left their usual environment in the city, breathing clean air, and connecting with a new place. I wonder how many of those same children have had the opportunity to visit a forest since.

At the end of the day, the different trails eventually led all the groups back to one big lake, where the buses waited to take us back to school.

“Wait!” shouted a veteran teacher, as the kids were boarding. “Kids, we gotta do one more thing before we go.” He projected his voice, “I need y’all to go pick a rock from near the water’s edge… And quickly! We gotta get back to school.”

The kids scattered in all directions before he motioned his arms to bring all the kids in close as if he was about to let them in on a big secret. They gathered in a large huddle and leaned in.

“Y'all got your rocks?”

They nodded.

“Good. Now run to the lake, and throw them in the water!”

I watched as the kids sprinted in different directions. Some lightly dropped their rocks a few feet in front of them. Others threw them like footballs and watched them splash. I overheard one student bragging about his own rock-skipping skills. (Now before you say we were not following Leave No Trace Principles, and how dare we support rock throwing, we had no idea what Leave No Trace was in 2014.) Regardless of how they were thrown, in that moment, everyone was happy. I smiled. I finally understood why we were really there, and it was not about fish, or pH levels at all. It was to learn, to experience, and to play. To think all it took was a simple ripple.

Back to blog