What’s been happening:

As a kid who grew up in southern Lancaster County; who attended a one-room school house which had been operating since 1812; who shared the same teacher with 40 students for his first 8 years; and who learned to share food, clothing and other scarce resources with others during the Great Depression, admission to Penn State was challenging to say the least. Once at Penn State, I found a community not unlike home in its caring for others. I can recall walking across campus in my first semester and having President Ralph Dorn Hetzel stop to ask how things were going and how he could assist. The deans, the faculty, the staff, and townspeople were all of the same mind. Fifty years later I smiled with pleasure when I saw in The Penn Stater that a young lady had been assisted by a stranger as she moved into her dorm. When she asked her helper who he was, he said, "I'm the new president. Just call me Graham". Caring for others had not changed. President Hetzel would have been pleased. More recently - my daughters tell me that at my age it's okay to refer to 15 years as recently - I have found fulfillment in working with the College of Education. I sincerely appreciate Dean Monk and his colleagues for allowing me to be part of their fine mission. God gave me the desire to do for others. What I learned in my years at Penn State and later, drove my desires to become realities, opened a gateway towards living wisely and fulfilling dreams far beyond the vale of our nearby Mt. Nittany.