A History Degree and a Career in Registrar Work: an Unexpected Match

No kid wants to be a Registrar when they grow up. I didn’t. I suppose that is because I didn’t even know what a Registrar was until I was in college. I suspect the case to be the same for many others. And even then, the Registrar was just the office who coordinated schedules and processed transcripts, right? Well yes, and much more. I’ll get to that later.

In the 10th grade, I had the most wonderful AP European history teacher. I fell in love with history. I just knew I wanted to be like that teacher I had in high school. I had every intention of molding the minds of high-schoolers with analysis of primary source documents and lively discussion over my favorite historical periods. Even today, I’m drawn to articles on European history or historical fiction novels, and don’t even get me started on following the British Royal family on Instagram.

My career at Emmanuel started as an undergrad as a history and secondary education major. The college history classroom was one of my favorite places and I wanted to recreate that experience for grades 9-12 and hoped to one day be a professor myself. My love of history only deepened at Emmanuel.

I fell into the world of higher ed when I realized my chosen career of history teacher, after 4 years of study at Emmanuel and one year of teaching post-graduation, was not for me. An email from a former professor asking if I needed textbooks, prompted a confession that I wouldn’t be teaching the next year and I sought advice as to what to do with my history degree. And so, I ended up back at Emmanuel in the Office of the Registrar as a Registrar Services Representative. Today, eleven years later, I am the Registrar at Emmanuel College. I’ve found my career. While probably not initially apparent, a degree in history gave me the skills I needed to advance and succeed within the Registrar’s Office.

The Registrar, as explained by Kimra Schipporeit, is a historical position in and of itself, dating back to at least 1446 in Oxford, England. (12) Of course we facilitate registration and process transcripts and provide enrollment verifications to defer your student loans and get discounts on car insurance, but we also provide historical data and enrollment information to departments to inform course offerings, demand for new programming or other decision making on campus, maintain and update the student academic record including grades, major declarations, academic exceptions, build the academic curricula into the student information system, review degree requirements and clear students for graduation, evaluate transfer credit, enforce academic policy and we actually have a big role in the commencement ceremony!

Registrars must be detailed oriented. We are the “custodian of the student academic record” and maintain historical records of transcripts (even going back to our first class starting in 1919!), college policy, curriculum adjustments, academic exceptions, graduation records, and ensure students are on track for graduation. We prepare meticulous lists for various departments on campus for honor societies, course offerings and provide information for federally mandated reporting. Details and accuracy matter. If historians can be stereotyped for obsessing over details, I think we can lump registrars into that category too. Maybe with the exception of the library, we are the academic historians of the college.

Registrars know the details…but also understand the big picture. The Registrar’s Office is, I would argue, an unsung hero in higher ed. We are the hub of the College, the “heart” if you will, according to, University Registrar Emeritus Dennis L. Geyer. (27) We are one of the few departments whose day to day responsibilities involve working intimately with Academic Affairs and Faculty, Academic Advising, Admissions, Residence Life, Student Financial Services, Study Abroad and International Programs and Student Affairs. Because of these relationships, registrars need to be able to view both the macro and the micro..and how they intersect and impact one another. Being so connected, we are able to anticipate how actions, policies, or procedures impact other stakeholders and factor this into our own practice or decision making, when others who do not have connections may not be able to make these same assessments. A degree in history helps you understand interconnectivity and knowing what and how the details executed impact the big picture.

Registrars are research minded. In our efforts to improve our own efficiencies and experiences for students or assist the College in decision-making, the Registrar’s Office is often tasked with researching policies and practices at other institutions. The work we do helps to inform policies and procedures that impact curricula or the student experience. The skills one develops in writing history papers and researching secondary sources, primary source documents, and peer reviewed journals, are useful in many professions, including mine.
Registrars need to be excellent communicators. We communicate with many departments on campus, including faculty, as well as with students and often their families. My preparation as a history major taught me to write comprehensively, anticipate future questions, and use data and evidence to support my position. In writing this way, a registrar can provide the College with information they need for decision making, or for a student to clearly understand college policy and requirements needed to graduate on time, or the rationale for developing a new policy or process on campus. Often I need to write diplomatically, explaining policy or process, and in a such a way as to temper any feelings of dissatisfaction a student may have had when they first approach us. Words (and the way they are communicated and supported) matter.

In 2014, I earned my Master of Science in Management from Emmanuel College (see how great this place is, I can’t leave!). While I would have loved to have received a graduate degree in history, I took advantage of the options available to me at Emmanuel, and in an area that I was also starting to gain a passion- management and process improvement. Surprisingly, I found that the skills that I had acquired earning my undergraduate history degree, prepared me for graduate school and I think set me apart from some of my peers with other backgrounds. My research skills, ability to properly cite sources, and to understand the cause and effect, were easily transferable in defending positions I had taken for projects on process improvement, leading teams, organizational development and strategic planning and management. The skills then that I acquired in graduate school directly impacted my professional advancement within the College.

I think it’s easy for someone who doesn’t love history to ask what you are going to do with a history degree…especially if you are unsure if you want to be a historian, or a teacher, or go to law school. But studying history gives you so much. I may not be discussing the Renaissance with 14 year olds or grading 5 paragraph essays, but I put my history skills I learned here at Emmanuel to use every day, while I wait for the next “Maggie Hope” historical WWII spy fiction novel to drop in February 2020, and still get to do some of the things I loved about teaching without actually teaching-but that might be a different post for the Education Department…

Works Cited:
Geyer, Dennis. “Managing the Registrar’s Office.” Registrar’s Basic Guide, by American Association of Collegiate Registrars and Admissions Officers. 2018. pp. 27-32.
Schipporeit, Kimra. “The Role of the Registrar.” Registrar’s Basic Guide, by American Association of Collegiate Registrars and Admissions Officers. 2018. pp. 3-8.

Llamas, Cuy and Peruvian Identity, Oh My!

After the new year I joined my fellow peers in travelling to Peru as part of the course on the Politics of Race and Ethnicity in Latin America. The class focused on a few South American countries, including Peru, and explored the effect that Spanish colonization and Catholicism has on today’s social structure and politics. Professor Vamvakas believed that travelling to Peru, and examining the fragile social structures first hand would be the most effective wayto fully grasp the scope of the situation. He was right. Traveling to Peru has reshaped my view of Latin America and the source of its social challenges. Like the United States, they are still battling their own racist tendencies.Unknown

Peru is a diverse, beautiful, and vibrant country with delicious food, gorgeous views, and a history that is unlike any other. Before the arrival of the Spanish, the illustrious Inca Empire dominated the Andes and Coast. The Incas were an advanced civilization with a complex cosmology and precise linguistic forms of expression and record keeping. They possessed the knowledge to build grand structures that survived Spanish colonization, mother nature, and modern tourists.

Machu Picchu is breathtaking. 8,000 feet above sea level, you can either hike to the site, which takes about 4 hours or you can take a 20-minute bus ride to the very base of the complex. The hike to the very top takes another 20 minutes. The mountain overlooks the Urubamba river that weaves through the mountains and connects with the Amazon through a tributary system. Driving up the mountain, ascending into the clouds, the river below resembles a snake. Fear starts to creep in. The fear of the bus tipping turns a 20-minute bus ride into a 20-hour flight! Thankfully, we survived.

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Once you reach the top of the mountain, the first thing you see are llamas. They live atop the mountain and graze all day. Llamas originally were used for clothing, transportation, and sacrifice. Today their purpose is purely entertainment. It is easy to imagine, almost 500 years ago, this place milling around with people, exchanging household items and fruit. Despite being destroyed by mother nature, most of the walls are standing intact. These structures have survived inumerable rainstorms and floods, thanks to the Andeans’ advanced building methods. Machu Picchu is one of the last tangible artifacts from the Inca era.

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Before we travelled to Cusco, and climbed Machu Picchu, we attended a lecture in Lima by Professor Juan Carlos Callirgos who commented on the confused Peruvian identity and how it negatively affects children and alters their self identity. Callirgos connected this confusion to the arrival of the Spanish and the imposition of values, religion and language onto the Andean people. The Spanish worked to rid Peru of any semblance of the Inca culture because it was seen (in the eyes of the Spanish) as ‘sinful.’ He argued the Spanish weaved classism and racism into Peruvian society by favoring lighter, less native Peruvians and encouraging the discrimination of darker, more indigenous Peruvians. Over time, Callirgos argued, these ideas were ingrained in Peruvian society; it prevented poor Peruvians from moving out of poverty and achieving the same success as their lighter, distant relatives.

One of the first tours we did in Cusco was of the Cusco Cathedral, which is one of the most beautiful cathedrals I’d ever seen. Inside were paintings by local townspeople of different biblical figures and events. One painting recreated of the Last Supper with cuy (Guinea Pig), Peru’s national dish, as the main course.There were beautifully crafted statues made from gold, silver and other precious metals to pay tribute to Jesus Christ and God. After our group toured the Cathedral, we exited on a different side of the building for a new perspective of the square. On the right side of the building is an Irish pub gifted the name “Paddy’s Irish Pub”. Inside was a typical Irish pub, a wooden bar with stools, booths for larger parties with Guinness on tap. The most unique and Peruvian aspect to the pub were the Juliette balconies and bistro chairs. I think it was the owners’ attempt to make this Irish pub seem more Peruvian and attract locals as well as tourists.

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Paddy’s Irish Pub sheds light on how Europe reshaped Peru. The Andeans participated in drinking events during religious ceremonies but it was never used as a way to socialize the way the Irish (and many Europeans) see drinking. But these pubs introduced casual drinking into Peruvian society. The pub is no doubt enjoyed by both tourists and Peruvians but the mere fact that an Irish pub is near Cusco’s central plaza- the center of the Inca Empire- sheds light on a new and globalized layer to Peru’s identity. There are few  relatively remaining artifacts from the Inca era, Machu Picchu being the most famous.

 

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History Major, 2020

My Internship at the Lowell National Historic Site – Emily Tessier ’19

 

UntitledLike most college students, I ended Sophomore year wondering what my years as an upperclassman would look like. I was a Secondary Education and History major who wasn’t sold on being a teacher. When I thought of my possible career paths, all I could envision was a giant question mark hovering over my head like the stars that hovered around the heads of cartoon characters. I liked kids, but I loved museums and was interested in what a career in a history museum would look like. That summer, I decided to apply to museum internships near my house, and I remembered going on a field trip to the Boott Cotton Mills museum back in Elementary School. I sent them an introductory email, and they decided to take me on as an intern for the summer. Turns out, the museum was part of a National Park down the street from me that I did not even know was there. I spent that summer interning at Lowell National Historic Park and sending that email was the best professional decision I have ever made.

Prior to my internship, I knew almost nothing about national parks. When I thought of national parks, I pictured Teddy Roosevelt riding a bison through the Grand Canyon wearing some funky hat. But the reality of working in a National Park is so much better than that. Actually, no, Teddy Roosevelt riding a bison will always be the coolest thing, but working as a National Park Ranger is the second coolest.

My official title was, “Family Programming and Interpretation Intern”, which essentially just meant that I worked in the Interpretation division of the park and focused on Family Programming. During my internship, I designed and implemented educational crafts and activities that centered around the main themes of the park. Unlike formal education in schools, the informal educational experiences that I was crafting allowed families to learn together and create lasting memories without fear of getting a bad grade or getting in trouble. During one particular program, we partnered with the New England Quilt Museum to create quilt-themed educational crafts. One of the crafts that I designed was a contact and tissue paper butterfly. Though it seems silly, the child learned simple symmetry with her mother through the butterfly craft. I left work that day beaming with pride because I had been able to create this memory for the family.

At the end of my internship, my supervisor helped me to craft my resume to apply for a full-time job for the following summer. The hiring process within the federal government is so much more difficult than the private sector so it took a lot of time to carefully fine-tune my resume and cover letter for the application. But all my work paid off when I was offered the job.

Last summer was my first summer as a full-time Park Ranger at Lowell and it was one of the best experiences of my life. Along with family programming, I staffed museum sites, gave interpretive talks to visitors, and eventually gave boat tours to paying customers. In between the daily responsibilities of the job, I was encouraged to research and learn as much as I could so I could teach visitors as much as possible and develop my own programming and interpretive material. That research and passion for my job carried onto and inspired my Senior Seminar project.

Following my graduation this May, I will return to Lowell National Historic Park for another season as a Park Ranger with aspirations of a career in the National Park Service. I am so thankful for all of the opportunities that the Park Service has given me thus far, and I cannot wait to see where it takes me.

My Summer in Rome – Olivia Richard ’19

IMG_0064When faced with the prospect of travelling Europe alone doing research, it is very easy to become overwhelmed and apprehensive. This past semester I received a scholarship from Emmanuel College to conduct independent research in Italy for my senior thesis. In the past, I have only travelled anywhere with my family so I had never travelled anywhere on my own in any respect. So going to a new country, alone, where I don’t speak the language, is very daunting. To prepare for this trip I binged DuoLingo like nobody’s business, but there is nothing that can prepare you for actually being in an environment with a new language. Everything I thought I knew I immediately forgot. Thankfully, I was not alone at first. My professor who was visiting Rome was able to take me through the next 48 hours and helped me get settled for the coming weeks. One of the things I was most unsure of was the phone situation. International data is ridiculously expensive, so the best option was to purchase an Italian phone plan. This is the best idea ever that has saved my life over and over again. Being alone was less terrifying when I had someone I knew with me who was also used to life in Rome. After she left, I was really on my own. From there on out, I had to figure things out by myself. I have been able to get along by memorizing things and places as well as a few key phrases. For instance, while I cannot string together a single coherent sentence in Italian still, I can still go to the supermarket and successfully purchase what I needed for the next couple of days. Adapting to a completely foreign culture was difficult for sure, and I don’t think that there is anything that can prepare someone for an entirely foreign environment. The only true way of understanding another culture is to become completely immersed in it and to see the way others live their day to day lives.

The research that brought me to Italy in the first place was focused around women artists of the Italian Renaissance. Think for a moment. Name two, no, one female artist during that time. It’s nearly impossible. When I took a class about gender and art at Emmanuel College, I was struck by the fact that women have been pushed aside in the art world even during the most influential of times. I became determined to find women and to bring their stories to light. This has been a difficult process, since women have been kept away from notoriety. Last semester I received a scholarship that allowed me to study just this and to see for myself how few women have made it through the centuries into the art we know today. Some of my most memorable stops were the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, the Palazzo Pitti in Florence as well, and of course, the Vatican Museums. It was amazing to experience works of art that have been passed down through the centuries from family to family, pope to noble, until I saw them for myself. What was the most remarkable was how few places held artwork by women. Some of the galleries that held modern art had more variety, but still very few women were featured. It’s one thing to talk about the lack of women in the art world, but it’s an entirely different thing to see this stark difference for myself.

My time abroad was something that will stay with me forever. I was alone for a month in a foreign country and I learned to adapt to my surroundings. I embraced being alone, and that helped me focus on my research and myself. I learned so much about what I came there to research, but I also learned that I can handle 36 hour flight delays, delays on the Italian Metro, the internet being used up and not being unlimited, how to cook and care for myself, and how to be alone. This has been a life changing experience for me in so many ways. I am a stronger person because of my time there, and I want to use that to show others not only that being alone is an enlightening experience, but that women have endured much worse, and their legacy lives on.

Colonial Williamsburg = Disappointment by Dr. Jeffrey Fortin

img_3240This summer my family decided to go on a week-long vacation to Kingsmill Resort in Williamsburg, Virginia.  It was the perfect spot to vacation, surrounded by incredible golf courses, water parks, kayaking, Busch Gardens, and Colonial Williamsburg.  We had a fantastic vacation, save for the few hours we spent at the world renown Colonial Williamsburg living history museum.

We arrived at the visitor’s center with the expectation that we’d soon be immersed in what some consider to be the best living history museum in the nation.  And it started well as we walked from the visitor’s center along a paved path that had stone inserts counting backward in time from present to the 18th century (the period in which the museum recreates), noting that any time before a given date people lacked telephones, or cars, or whatever important invention or human achievement occurred in the past 250-years.  It was a wonderful way to “lead” a visitor back in time and prepare them for the somewhat foreign world they were about to step into.

The experience then turned slightly disappointing.  Between the visitor’s center and the main downtown living history neighborhood, one encounters a small farm.  Signs point out what buildings were used for, including slave cabins, and what kinds of crops were grown, etc.  All typical for a living history museum.  Except…except…except…there were no people.  None.  Not a one.  Supreme opportunity missed here to bring to life an 18th-century farm.  Look, I’m not saying there should be slaves working in the field or a slaveholder punishing his ‘property.”  Not at all.  But how fantastic would it be to have reenactors there to talk with guests about life on a small farm?  Instead, it was an abandoned farm that did little to pique my kids’ interest.

Onward we walk, wondering what the “city” part of the museum would be like.  Well, it’s beautiful and exactly like the promotions promised: red brick colonial structures everywhere, vintage colonial Virginia! Yet, it wasn’t vintage at all. We looked up in awe as we walked into the Governor’s Mansion.  That awe was soon blown apart when we began our guided tour.  Nothing of substance was taught.  In fact, the tour guide only spoke of white, Anglo settlers in Virginia and not once about slaves or Native Americans (only in passing) and the extent of our learning about women in Colonial Williamsburg came when the tour guide taught all of the women in our group to curtsey.  Yes, curtsey. My wife looked horrified as she had to curtsey in front of me.

And no mention of Lord Dunmore’s Proclamation.  Lots of facts about Lord Dunmore and his family and an erroneous statement as to why he was eventually run out of town during the American Revolution, but nothing about his Proclamation, one of the most important moments in the Revolutionary Era!

Ok, ok, it can’t all be like this. We walked on, expecting to be immersed in Colonial Williamsburg and surrounded by living history experts and reenactors.  Nope.  Most of the structures, come to find out, were replicas built in the 20th-century and almost every building that was open to visitors also sold trinkets and gifts.  The commercialization of the place was truly unbelievable.  It truly felt like Disney World or nearby Busch Gardens in terms of its tacky commercialization.  Every reenactor we tried to talk to spoke to us about the weather, about current events, etc.  No one was discussing history.  Even the Native American reenactors spoke with a few guys for 20-minutes about modern guns — not modern guns compared to colonial guns — modern guns, like they were at a gun show!

Thankfully, as we decided 2-hours was far too long to have already spent there, we headed for the exit and happened upon the Peyton Randolph House on our way out.  This place was excellent!  Our guide, Edwin, spoke little of the Randolphs and instead led us on a tour of the house as one of their slaves would have experienced it.  It was a long, hot, and humid tour, but I learned more about slavery in Virginia than I have in a long time — and I study slavery! He brought to life elements of slavery that often do not come alive in history books.  He is a truly gifted storyteller and historian.

Upon reflection, perhaps I expected too much from Colonial Williamsburg.  I expected the experience one gets at Plimouth Plantation, where reenactors do not break character and will only engage with visitors as though it is still the 17th-century.  I once had a reenactor explain the Universe to me from his 17th-century perspective.  It was incredible and it helped me to understand that worldview so much better. That is what a true living history museum should be like, not some commercialized, watered-down version of our past.  Then again, I guess I wasn’t expecting too much from Colonial Williamsburg.  It is essential that anyone or any institution purporting to protect our past and educate the public do the best they can to provide a comprehensive, multi-dimensional story that doesn’t provide the Fox News version of the American Story.  Take my advice and stay away from Collonial Williamsburg.  Head to Jamestown instead.

A Yankee Living Below the Mason-Dixon Line ~ Haley Lynch, Class of 2018

In late May, I headed towards the exit of Orlando International Airport bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and already covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Wheeling two oversized suitcases that were respectively filled to the brim with twenty-two years worth of clothing, shoes, and other essential items, I was already out of breath before the doors swung open. Once they did, I was struck by the hair-curling humidity of Florida in the summertime. Having more luggage than limbs, I painstakingly fumbled all five of my bags across the uneven concrete walkway of the airport’s pick-up area.

Profusely sweating through the ripped patches in my denim jeans (a necessity for the unseasonable cold in Manchester, New Hampshire but definitely not for central Florida), I watched my aunt slowly inch her car up towards the curb. If I have learned one thing during my brief stint in the south, it is that nothing moves fast. Or moves at all. To put this into perspective, Amazon Prime, who normally has your package on your doorstep within two days, takes three days to deliver. Welcome to life below the Mason-Dixie Line y’all.

As a newly minted college graduate, I arrived in Florida with high spirits, even higher hopes, and a thirst for adventure and new beginnings. This fresh start took the form of law school. Before I packed my bags from the comfort of my childhood home in Massachusetts, I enrolled at Barry University School of Law in Orlando, FL as a 1L (first-year law student). Why would any self-respecting born and bred Bostonian under the age of sixty-five choose to relocate to Heaven’s waiting room? Well, the sunshine and year-round warm weather, along with the close proximity to my extended family and my boyfriend, all lured me to the Sunshine State. I enjoyed many pleasant experiences amongst my own millennial generation (yes, younger people do live there) during my countless visits in the years prior and I grew fond of the relaxed atmosphere.

Orlando was not my top choice for residency after post-grad, neither was it my second or third, but since I was broke and a horrible test taker it was one of the few places I gained admission with a decent enough scholarship to put me into debt for the next fifty years instead of the alternative one hundred. So here I am- unemployed and stuck in limbo a little over one thousand miles away from home.

Whether it’s that Yankee pride or northern naivety, I expected the culture in central Florida to be hick bordering on Confederate, and less, well, diverse. Don’t get me wrong, I still do my fair share of rolling my eyes at MAGA baseball hats and reminding my relatives that the Civil Rights Act of 1964 was important for a reason, but that occurs in my hometown as well. (My parents do live just south of the border of those “live free or die” New Hampshire folks though.)

As a history major who grew up in the land of the Pilgrims and the tea-partying Patriots, I was surprised to be assaulted by so much culture and history that occurred well before Paul Revere shouted profanities about the British militia to a town full of sleeping colonists. My education about the southern states, particularly Florida, was confined merely to the Civil War and snippets about Ponce de Leon and his Fountain of Youth in the fifth grade. Sorry my fellow Yankees, but after visiting Saint Augustine, a beautiful historic town on Florida’s Atlantic coast, I believe that this is a disservice to young elementary students in the northeast.

In the oldest city in the United States, which beats the Massachusetts Bay Colony by about two hundred years, I was actually schooled by the south. From touring old military forts and haciendas to walking through pirate museums and Spanish-style avenues, I learned more about Florida’s history in the two days I visited than I had in over sixteen years of education in the north.

Although I’m still getting accustomed to homesickness, the southern drawl, and traffic-lined industrial roads in a city that lacks public transportation and decent drivers, I think I can learn to become a Floridian. Many northerners still gape at me like I have three heads and question my sanity when I tell them that I relocated to Florida for higher education but it isn’t as bad as they believe. In short, I’m here to say that the land below the Mason-Dixie Line isn’t just a home for racists and retirees after all.

The New Blog of the Emmanuel College History Department

Welcome to our new blog!  On this site you will find entries by faculty, students, and alumni of Emmanuel College’s History Department, providing a glimpse into the life of the History Department community, the College, and our city of Boston.  Check back often to see what’s new and read about all of the innovative activities going on in the History Department.

Below is an architect’s rendering of our new 16-story dorm that is almost completed.  With the rise of the new Julie Hall, comes a new year of excitement at Emmanuel!

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