Scott Terrell
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Fall 2025 will mark year 14 working as an adjunct professor with the journalism department at Western. In fall 2011, I nervously walked into that first-ever teaching job in CF 202, wondering if I’d be able to clearly present the material for J305. Wondering if the 18 pairs of eyes looking to the front of class would slowly close, their owners drifting off towards thoughts of “get me outta here.” Fortunately for me, the students were engaged and interested, and willing to work. And I’m still here.
This year has been busy. I take multiple trips to Grove City, Pennsylvania, to visit my mother by way of Pittsburgh International. Thanks to a regularly scheduled nonstop flight on Alaska Airlines from SeaTac, it’s not a huge travel issue.
Marilyn in the cab of my pickup truck in August. // Photo by Scott Terrell My oldest son, Andrew, his wife, Christina, and their daughter, Marilyn (our granddaughter named after my mom), spent the summer at our house in Bow. We celebrated Marilyn’s first birthday together in July. In June, they accompanied my wife and I for a visit to Pennsylvania to celebrate my mother’s 95th birthday. Andrew moved his family to Los Angeles in October, so Karen and I paid them a visit in December, after fall quarter but before Christmas. We all know what happened the following month. Fortunately, they had just moved to an area, Venice (two blocks from the beach), that was about six miles south of the Paradise fire.
Our youngest son, Alexander, who carries for the U.S. postal Service, and his wife, Kyla, bought a house in Sedro-Woolley. It’s small, but has a yard in a quiet, established neighborhood. On the weekend following Valentines Day, I planted a couple of apple trees in their backyard.
I have a lot to be thankful for: my family, the opportunity to hike in our Pacific Northwest, lots of rain, backyard fruit, and a teaching job at Western.