Coach Bill / Dad, Entrepreneur Special Educator, American Political Scientist, Writer, Musician.

You can't put a limit on anything. The more you dream, the farther you get. -Michael Phelps The growth mindset is a central piece to Michael Phelp's mastery attainment as a swimmer. This mindset is as old as time and has also been called the ‘champion mindset.’ A term I interchange with the growth mindset, which is to focus on the process, instead of focusing on a desired end result only. The end is not justified by the means, and how we go about attaining our victories is more valuable than attaining the victory itself.  Mr. Phelps has been an Olympian since the year 2000, starting in Sydney, then Athens in 2004, and Beijing in 2008, followed by London in 2012 and Rio de Janeiro in 2016. In each of these competitions win or lose, Phelps focused on the process, rather than the end result. In Sydney, Phelps finished strong but did not get a medal. This did not deter him. By using practice strategies and effective coaching to help himself be better ,Michael Phelps h...

updated 2/11/16 Metacognition, in layman’ s terms signifies how we approach the world through our thinking, to think about our thinking in order to review and edit our thought process so that we can gauge, change, maintain or seek to improve our course of action. Many of the students I work with do not place great value on social norms. Invariably, some of their traits and characteristics get ‘taken on by me.’ This is what happens when you are with someone for so long. Do we take on a bit of each other due to empathy? Are we like open books that we can write or code on each other a bit here and a bit there?  Processing (digesting code).  #theFieldGeneral, who is on the #autism spectrum is processing digested code on a a constant basis. We do it similarly, but ‘faster’  using a completely different cranial physical makeup. That is to say,  our brain is physically made slightly different because of the way we use it to think. The train tra...

Every morning, rain or shine, Dad would make wake me up with his awesome trumpet as if I was in the armed forces with him. He would also play ‘Taps’ every evening to put me to sleep along with his ukelele. In the morning, it was always like 5:22 am. He’d walk me to the shower where I would proceed to fall asleep standing up on the towel rack. At 5:28 he would come back in and motion for me to take my shower. Afterwards, all bright eyed and bushy tailed with lot’s of chirpiness coming from him we would do something called ‘calisthenics’ for the longest 20 minutes ever as I was subjected to the news channel, followed by a 5 mile run. Depending on where we lived, sometimes the run started uphill. It was loads of fun. Halfway through each run we would sprint, usually uphill also and then we would stop to pray and give thanks to God.  Who stops in the middle of their run to pray? But we did. Year after year. I prayed in my own words as a young boy named Billy, not as a Bill. My D...