Friday, June 27, 2008

Update your links

Introducing...

Humbly I tried to learn, more humbly did I teach: Dispatches from the Land of the Puzzle Palace: An English teacher blogs in the Baltimore City Public Schools, located at http://bmoreteach.blogspot.com.

I spent a long time on the title, reading poetry, trying to find the perfect phrasing. I thought about a line from one of my favorite Langston Hughes poems, "Theme For English B," but, after re-reading it several times, nothing grabbed me that could become a title. Then, I found one of his little-known poems, called "Teacher," and, wow, it really grabbed me and throttled me. It's a very dark poem, but the opening lines sort of encapsulate me and my career, so I decided to try it on for size.

I haven't written very much there yet, but I wanted to at least give the address now, so people could start updating links. I do realize that there is a risk with trying to do the blogging over there, because I do have some nice readership and a lot of linkage, but I think this decision is for the best. If I deserve the readership I've gained, then they'll follow me.

On the bmoreteach blog, I plan on sticking almost all to school stories, with little bits of Baltimoria thrown in on occasion. It will be the site that I don't mind if students or parents find. I hope that I can eventually get back up to the 200-300 readers a day I get on this blog, there, but it will take some regular readers and that means I'm going to have to start providing some content. It being summer vacation (and a wonderful one so far!), I don't have that much, but that should change. Even in July, I'm thinking a helluva a lot about what I'm teaching next year.

The other blog that I'm keeping will be geographically anonymous. I've only got two entries there so far - one about my mundane life, one about relationship woes - and that's probably what I'll stick with there. You can email me if you're interested in having that address. I won't guarantee I'll give it to you, though.

Either way, I'm heading out of town for a week, so I won't be thinking about this at all. I'd appreciate it if you could update your links.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

A new title?

Thanks everyone for your kind messages. And, don't worry, I'm not really going into hiding, just ending and taking away this blog to start another one, one that I won't be slightly embarassed if people in my life (or even students) find. I'll post a link shortly; I already have four entries (but don't worry, not one person has found it yet, at least according to Google Analytics).

The reason for the delay is the lack of a title, and I thought I'd try to get some help here. I love that "Epiphany in Baltimore" has sort of become a brand name, at least in my mind, and even thought about keeping it, but the meaning of that title is too specific to what I was trying to do here, I think.

So, I'm left trying to think of something good. The title should reflect what I'm trying to do with the new blog, and these reasons are many-fold: I want to expose the audience to both the good and the bad about teaching in Baltimore, from the wonderful students to the bureaocratic BS and poor facilities that we work with. I want to talk about how educational policies affect classrooms. And some other things that I'm not really sure about yet. I think that this city needs a teacher blogging, though, and not the kind of blog I had here, which was 20-30% about teaching and the rest minutia about my life. There are other teacher blogs in the city, but none that regularly update.

I looked at my Educational book shelf for some inspiration: Holler If You Hear Me (I love this title), Shame of the Nation (great, but too dark and doesn't fit), My Posse Don't Do Homework (too cheesy), Educating Esme (eh). Then, I tried looking at other teacher blog titles for inspiration: Teachers Are People Too!, hipteacher, School of Blog, etc. Nothing really jogged.

I thought about doing something related to Season 4 of The Wire, titling it something like, "Beyond the Puzzle Palace" (the word that show uses for North Avenue) or "Going Out on a Limb in a System That Knows How to Use a Chainsaw" (one of my favorite lines in the series, it also seems too obscure and wordy).

I thought about playing with that phrase I love, about the soft bigotry of low expectations. President Bush used this phrase when pushing through NCLB, but he didn't coin the phrase, and the phrase is actually something I think and say from time to time. "Challenging the Soft Bigotry of Low Expectations," though... I'm not sure. Probably too wordy.

I thought about just "Baltimore Teacher," but I don't want to seem like I'm the poster child for us or anything.

I thought about something simple and fitting, like "For Love of Teaching," but I'm just not sure.

Ideas welcome. I'll be brainstorming all week.

Oddly enough, I have the other personal blog all figured out. Haven't given it out yet, though, and want to write a bit more before I do.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

The end

I have decided to end Epiphany in Baltimore.

I am not tired of blogging, but I am tired of my personal life and my professional life being mixed in unhealthy ways. In the last few months, it has become clear that this blog is being read by students and parents who know who I am, and I am uncomfortable with this blogging persona being mixed with the stories that date back to April 2000, stories of college debauchery and relationships and insecurities. My blog has become way too safe, way too influenced by possible audiences, and way too boring.

I have decided to divide my blogging into two sites. In one, I will discuss classroom practices, politics, and Baltimore. I have started it already - you can probably find it if you look, I'm not too concerned with anyone finding it and will soon link to it from here, but am saving it and hoping I find a better name. In the other, I will maintain geographic anonymity and use it like a journal, like I used to. I'll give that address out selectively. Within a week, I think I'm going to delete this entire blog; hopefully I can figure out a way to save parts of it for posterity.

That's the plan now. It is the end of an era but seems like a healthy, cleansing thing to do for the summer. Those of you who have been reading for a while know I've been thinking about it for a long time.

Check here in the next few days for that link to the new "public" blog, the one I won't mind people in my life reading.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

I hear the music in my head

My old friend Kristin had a bit of a Youtube hit a couple months ago with this song. It's a great summer song, and helped get her to start performing more, which means, of course, a chance finally to have "The Conan Song" on CD. But I digress. Here's the song. Happy summer.



I have my department bbq this afternoon, and then hopefully over to his if I can make an escape. Life is good.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Fitness contest

My friend and I have set up a fitness contest for each other this summer. We were born on the same weekend back in 1977, so this is our 31st birthday contest, or something like that. Fitness is defined as weight loss, strength, and cardiovascular fitness, and the greatest change within these three areas.

Today, we did our benchmark cardiovascular fitness test, which was a mile run. I have been running a bit lately, but mostly on the treadmill. I can run 2 ten-or-eleven-minute miles without stopping, then sputter along shifting between running and walking for the third. I am not at the point where I'm enjoying it at all, but I love how much it really feels like I worked out afterwards. Of course, I've been lifting and doing other cardio (mostly eliptical, but I suppose the three softball leagues I'm playing in counts too) as well, and am only running twice a week, really trying to ease back into it without hurting myself.

We ran on the track at school today. He is 6'3" to my 5'10", and has a longer history of running than me, so we expected him to take the running contest. And we were right. I actually decided I was going to be happy to just finish running a mile without stopping - I hadn't run outside in a while, and certainly not in 90-degree heat. It ended up, though, that the competition helped my time quite a bit. As expected, he won, but only by 30 seconds; he clocked in at 7:53 and me at 8:25. As far as I know, I've never ran an 8-minute mile, so it was nice to see that I'm within striking distance even though I'm out of shape.

Now, I hated every moment of those eight minutes and 25 seconds, and definitely could not have kept going, but I think I'm going to work on this aspect of my fitness more than the others.

We're expecting me to take the strength categories (I lift weights a lot more than he does) and perhaps the weight categories, because I have more to lose. I weighed in at 245 last Sunday, and he at 248.

It's going to be an interesting deal. I agreed to this contest while I was drunk and sort of have been trying to duck it ever since, but I think the competition will work well.

Now, if only I could get a workout partner at the gym. I think that would similarly help my intensity level there.

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Tim Russert's death leaves a big void for me on Sunday mornings, as Meet the Press is the only news program I've ever made it a point to watch. I've always enjoyed his dedication to his craft and am really disappointed not to have him around this election season. And what a big bummer for him; he obviously was invested heavily in it.

That being said, I have a friend at work who calls me Tim Russert, says I look just like him, and it's somewhat true - we both carry the extra weight, we both have big heads and wide faces, plus we both have blue collar roots and come off as pretty genuine. His extra weight made him a heart attack waiting to happen, and it did. I was expecting to watch him for the next 20 years, and instead his life was really cut short. A huge wakeup call for me.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Summer nights on the eve before the last day of school

I could be on summer vacation as I write this, but my classroom is not put back together, and I have much to do tomorrow. I'm intent on going through all of my papers and files this end-of-the-year rather than throwing everything back into the file cabinet. Organizing my classroom life is a constant goal. I'll never be a neat and highly organized teacher, but I sure wish that when I begin writing, say, my Frankenstein unit next year, that I can open up a file with all of my Frankenstein materials from the previous years and figure out what I want to do with it. This year, finding all that stuff every unit was a scramble and a half.

So, tomorrow I will not set my alarm, and head back into school and hope to finish everything I need to finish. I'd also like to take a trip to North Avenue and turn in paperwork about finishing my coursework, so I can get that salary bump without a problem next year.

Otherwise, life is good. I joined my third softball league tonight, and pitched all innings well but played fairly badly otherwise - three pop-ups at the plate, some poor handling of my position at balls hit back to me. What a frustrating and fun sport this is. It's also pretty cool to play alongside a young man who I cut as a sophomore in 2003, who was my starting first baseman in the 2004 and 2005 seasons, and is currently a Junior at Hopkins. He's somehow on this softball team as well. And he's a better hitter than me, or at least he was tonight. I'm now playing softball on Sunday mornings, Wednesday nights, and Thursday nights.

After my game, I walked across the park to check out the R.B.I. leagues playing; they're a wooden bat league for 16-18 year olds. My team captain this year, who I wrote a letter of recommendation for earlier in the day, was playing, as was my team captain from two years ago. It was great to see them, and great to sit back and enjoy a youth baseball game when I'm not coaching it. The weather was amazing and the kids played well. There's really a great baseball culture in the city, surprisingly, especially in the northeast Baltimore regions. I'm going to try to see a lot more of my kids play this summer, if I can, by biking over to Northwood and seeing some more games.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

The quick workout

One thing I'm going to try to perfect this summer is the quick workout. I've noticed that I tend to give myself way too much time to hit the gym, accounting for the drive there, the lazy trip browsing through Barnes and Noble, the sucking down of a cup of black coffee, and, eventually, the gym. Today, I had softball practice at 7, and ended up finishing my errands at around 6. Instead of heading to the softball field early to sit around and wait, or heading somewhere for a cup of coffee, I hit the gym. I got myself a quick 40-minute back and chest workout, and the urgency of the workout made it more intense than usual. I just turned on the Lupe Fiasco in my I-Pod and went. Fast. Didn't say a word to a soul and was all business.

I got about five sets on each body parts in, plus a little ab workout, then spent more than an hour practicing softball, which got my cardio in for the day. I'm now hella sore, and I'll probably supplement my chest workout with a few sets of pushups, but otherwise, I'm done, and it feels good. Quicker workouts are harder to skip and easier to make more intense. I've got to do more of them.

Monday, June 09, 2008

A Hot Classroom

So I went into school today and it was so hot in my stuffy 2nd floor classroom that my eyes started hurting. I'm not actually sure if that's the reason, but I went home to get my glasses, eschewing contacts for the day. My eyes feel fine now. It was a good reminder of how lucky we were this May, when the mild whether kept the oppressive heat at bay.

I'm hella sore. The epic softball games in the heat, plus six days at the gym last week and a shift waiting tables last night, have taken their toll. It's a good sore, though. However, I'm still not sure if I'll make it to the gym this evening; a day of rest might be a good thing.

I'm going to head back to school now. The kids are done so it's just me in my classroom, finishing grades, cleaning, and filing. I wish it was about 30 degrees cooler.

Softball on Sundays

One of my favorite things I've become involved with in the last few months is softball. I've been playing and coaching in a co-ed beer league in the city for the last seven years, but the games are 55 minutes and not nearly as competitive as I would have liked. When I was invited to play on this men's team that plays out in the Perry Hall area, I at first balked. "I don't really know anyone too well," I thought to myself, as well as, "I'm just too busy to take on anything else."

I'm sure glad I talked myself into it, though. The games are fast, competitive, and a good workout. We have to be at the fields at 8am every Sunday morning, and we play two games, ending at around 11:30 or noon every day. I've somehow carved out the position of pitcher for every game. I'm pretty good at it, and just developed a spin ball to go along with my, well, non-spin ball. I've also been hitting the ball well lately. I've gotten a lot stronger in the last year or eighteen months, and it's translated into hitting the ball harder and farther than ever before while playing softball. That doesn't stop the fact that hitting a softball is still a really frustrating exercise, though; today, I popped out to SS, as well as hit into a double-play, balancing out the three shots I hit in between.

Playing in the 95-degree heat was something else, though. I went through two Gatorades and nearly a gallon of water, and still felt pretty weak through much of it. But, damn, it sure was fun. I haven't ever had this much fun playing softball, in fact. Plus I'm making new friends and learning more about the area; today was my first visit to Gunpowder, in fact.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

Barack and Hillary

Someone commented the other day that I didn't post anything about Barack Obama winning the delegate race and clinching the Democratic nomination, and, no, I didn't. It felt anti-climactic to me, as he was the mathematical victor for a long time now, and my trepidation in the last few weeks has been about whether Hillary would do enough damage to guarantee a John McCain victory in the fall.

Watching Hillary has been a bit sad. Her clinging on to the nomination has been like a car wreck, or like a crazy person that you just can't turn away from on the street. It revealed an insulated disconnection from reality that I see in our President today, a characteristic I could never support in a leader. Couple that with her Rovian election tactics and some race-baiting by she and her husband, and I found her to be pretty reprehensible.

Yet, today, she gave a speech that blew me away. She was gracious, graceful, and gregarious, unequivocally throwing her support behind Obama while maintaining her own dignity for running a tough and historic race. And I, being one of the more forgiving souls out there, am back in the corner of a woman who has done a lot of good in her life. When she had that moment when she co-oped the Obama "Yes, we can" phrase, and held her clenched fist up high, I got a little misty-eyed.

(No, still don't want her to be President. Or Vice-President, for that matter. But a Prime Cabinet position sounds like a great idea, especially with keeping the the Lincoln Team of Rivals idea that I'm envisioning for Obama's Cabinet.)

And, so, I'm back again feeling optimistic about th epolitical landscape. 2008 has brought with it strong candidates for President on both sides, a stunning change from the last couple of elections. Finally, I have a Democratic candidate that I can unequivocally stand up behind, and, finally, we have a Republican candidate who - if, dare I say it, he wins - is, seemingly, a moral and heroic human being in a lot of ways. But the Democrats feel like they're coming together, and I am confident they'll win. The VP sweepstakes are going to be real interesting this time around, as well.

Thursday, June 05, 2008

Closing out the year

Except for a handful, the students are done with their exams. I've sat through 34 fifteen-minute presentations in the last three days. They're pretty grueling, but I do my best to give every kid my 100% attention. We do them in groups of 6-8, and I assign other students questions, and we work together to get every up to the 15-minute max. The IB wants the presentations to be 12-15 minutes, with questions, and I can honestly say that every single kid got there, though a few we had to help along more than others on the question route. I had a couple of kids go 20, but was proud today that the kid I was most worried about going over on the time limit held himself to 17.

I try to figure out how to combat the boring-ness of them, though. I think that, next year, I will require a visual aid despite IB not needing one. That will help the students stay on point, and the audience hang in there a bit more. Seems obvious, but I stick so closely to the rubric that I've never required it before. I think that next year, I will.

I have requested my same courses for next year - IB English III and MYP English I. This year, it was nice having just one group of Juniors in a lot of ways; having only 36 papers to grade of these tough Junior essays instead of 75 like last year helped turnaround quite a bit. On the other hand, sharing the course with someone means compromise, which I'm not always good at, and it also means that my other prep becomes four sections. I decided that this is kind of boring, and am thinking about requesting, against contract, three preps next year - three of 9th, one of 10th, and one of 11th IB. I also like the idea of following a few of my 9th grade students into the 10th grade; I think the AP would probably be okay with me giving her a list of a few kids and her trying to get them into my class. This idea is kind of crazy, but I think it will help my grading. Knowing that not one stack of essays is over 100, and that every time I assign an essay I can stagger by classes into manageable loads... I just sort of got the epiphany that it will help. It was extremely difficult to even start a stack of 135 freshmen essays this year. And because I know the English 2 curriculum well, it wouldn't be difficult to add it as a prep. Plus, it's a prep that no one else wants because it's an HSA course, so I would probably be doing a favor.

I just got this idea today. I think I'm going to talk to the department head tomorrow. We don't really get much say in what we want to teach, but I think it might work out.

In the meantime, I'll be working in my classroom for the next few days, getting everything packed up and cleaned up. They make us take everything out of our rooms every year, though I'm going to try to keep my way-high-up posters up this year, the ones I had to put up with a ladder. Otherwise, cleaning everything is something I really like every year. This year, I'm determined to organize my files. I barely went into my file cabinet this year, and whenever I did, I could never find anything, so I already have taken them all out, and they're set up around the room in a gigantic mess, and I'll be spending the next couple of days organizing them. I've even got a couple of 9th grade helpers, who apparently like to do this sort of thing, coming back to help me.

The last week of the year is the best week of the year, after, of course, the first week. The upheaval of the previous school year, leading to the inevitable fresh start of the new school year, is one of the greatest joys of teaching. Being able to reinvent yourself, to do it all again - but right this time - is something that I think teaching has on every other profession. It's one of the only one that really allows you to have a fresh start every year, no matter what. I love it.

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

The Piston are eliminated and the Tigers are breaking my heart on a daily basis. At least we have the Red Wings!

"Psst, (Epiph), go stand by your dad," my mom whispered to me. I was 12, and we were about to leave the funeral home and go into the procession to bury my grandpa. My dad was standing alone at his dad's casket, looking down at him. The room was mostly empty and most had headed out to their cars.

My dad held in his hand a Red Wings cap. He put his arms around me and I watched as he nuzzled the cap under my grandpa's arm. "When I think about him down there in ten years, or twenty years, I'm going to think about that Red Wings cap we put in there," he said. He waited until after the service, lest any of Grandpa's old world Polish friends would think it inappropriate.

Tonight, dad called me and told me that Grandpa must be rolling around in his grave, because the Red Wings had just won the Stanley Cup! Strange expression he chose, I admit. Still, I was glad I was watching the game, too, and we could share in the moment. And, wow, what a game - Osgood made an incredible save with less than a second to go, and the Penguins' last ditch effort to score scooted just ahead of the goal line. A real nail-biter.

It was good to think of Grandpa again. He lived a cool life, being born in Poland in 1911 and fighting in World War II until his batallion was captured by the Nazi forces. He was a POW in a Nazi War camp until the end of the war, when he, at age 38, he met and married a 24-year old German war widow with a child. They immigrated a couple years later, moving to Detroit, where Grandpa and Grandma raised three boys while Grandpa worked as a barber for 40 years and Grandma as a cashier and beautician. He always had a smile on his face, and he certainly would right now, as well.

I guess I'll stop jogging at night.

From this week's Murder Ink.

11:20 a.m. Josephine House, a 63-year-old African-American woman, lived in the 1700 block of North Port Street, just a block away from where Spriggs and Allen were killed. House, her boyfriend, and her adult son were out in her backyard Monday night drinking. Her son went upstairs to bed around midnight. House and her boyfriend, Michael Falls, a 47-year-old African-American man, stayed up and continued drinking. The next morning, House's son woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. It was Falls asking to speak to House. The son went downstairs to get her and found his mother dead. There were no obvious signs of trauma, but an autopsy revealed that she had been strangled. Police questioned Falls, who allegedly confessed to killing House. He was charged with her murder on May 29. This is the fourth murder in Broadway East this year. Only Belair-Edison has had more murders.

Do I really live in the area of the city with the most murders?

Presentations and letters in the last week

The Junior final exam is a 15-minute Oral Presentation on a Literary Aspect of the student's choice. We do them in groups of 8, with each group lasting about two hours. They're spread across the week, 35 of them, and, wow, those days get really, really long. Today, I did around 13 of them (a group of 7 and a group of 6), and it's just really hard to hold your concentration for four hours when listening to students talk (sometimes on and on and on) about books (sometimes well, sometimes not so well). I saw a couple of really good ones today, and had about four really good ones yesterday, at least.

I also spent the week writing personal letters to each of my 135 ninth graders. It's a task I haven't taken on since about the 3rd year of my career, back when I felt like I was a better teacher than I am now - it's so much easier to be a better student when you have less students. The letters started off really good but, obviously, ended up sounding repetitive by around the 106th one. I did my best, though. There were jus tthings I needed to tell these kids before they left me for the summer. No two are exactly alike, but the same themes run through many of them. Still, I'm happy I got them all done, and the kids seemed to appreciate them; I put them on "fancy" dollar-store stationary and sent them home, making them promise not to open them up until they left my classroom. This year's crop of ninth graders was a good one, and this is certainly one of those classes that has made its mark on me.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Re-assignment in the city schools

Last week, Sara Neufeld, Education Reporter for The Baltimore Sun, reported on the issue of magnet schools not being able to re-assign students anymore. This is an issue near and dear to me, and I was really happy to see it reported.

Ensuing discussion on the InsideEd blog was interesting as well; it's an issue that deserves much discussion because it speaks to huge issues in education, issues that go beyond magnet schools, but also to school choice and even vouchers. And, as it turns out, we really don't know what Dr. Alonso feels about these issues, particularly about magnet schools.

First off, my first reaction to the article was that nothing has really changed. In my years in the system, magnet schools have always had to show intervention strategies before re-assigning students to their neighborhood schools. These intervention strategies included quarterly progress reports, report cards sent home to parents, parental contact logs by teachers, and teachers offering coach class. Once a student failed three or more courses, however, with all these intervention strategies in place, he or she could be re-assigned to a neighborhood year after the school year is finished.

What Dr. Alonso is saying in the article does not seem much different than what these schools have done for years. However, he came into the system after a few years of instability, in both the magnet schools and in the BCPSS overall. He entered the system with long lists of students to be re-assigned from all the magnet schools, without knowing what the intervention strategies had been before they were re-assigned. These intervention records were apparently kept poorly from these magnet schools, and Dr. Alonso, understandably perhaps, issued the decree that intervention strategies must be in place before reassignment occurs. But I think it's important to know that it's really not much different than has been done for at least the last decade or so; intervention strategies have always been in place (at least for the last ten years).

With that being said, what Dr. Alonso is saying to Ms. Neufeld is different than what the folks working in the schools are hearing. On the teacher level, we have heard from sources all around that re-assignment will no longer be happening. Period. A memo just yesterday confirmed this: "As per Dr. Alonso: No reassignment will be occuring. None." I am not sure where the communication breakdown occurs, but it is part of the huge rumor system that the BCPSS has (it includes constant rumors that Dr. Alonso is courting job offers from around the country and isn't expected to be here long, that he fires people on the spot, etc), particularly about the Alonso administration. I think it's probably because there are still a number of formerly secure folks who are still fearful for their jobs. In either case, someone needs to look into the fact why Dr. Alonso is telling the press that reassignments can still occur with intervention, yet the story has totally changed by the time it gets to the teachers; who is changing the story?

Anyhow, I don't have much of a problem with Dr. Alonso's words to the Sun:

"That's (large numbers of students being re-assigned) unacceptable," Alonso said in an interview. "It represents a lack of accountability on the part of the school given the fact that they begin with students who by definition are the most academically able students in the city. ... My expectation is that they succeed with them, that they put in place not only extraordinary educational programs but also the interventions that are necessary."

But herein lies the key. Dr. Alonso's words here are reasonable, but looking closer, you notice that the phrase "interventions that are necessary" is vague and scary. In my experience, "interventions that are necessary" are things like a twilight credit-recovery program that is nearly a complete joke. It's making the minimum grade a student can receive a 50, even though failing is a 60 - this means that a student can earn a 15% (or, heck, a 0, because they never show up) every quarter, but get a 50 every quarter, and can pull up their yearlong grade by acheiving a 70 in the last quarter. It's giving kids way too many chances to continue to lie, or to walk the hall for all their academic lives, or to skip class all the time, because suspension has nearly been elmiinated as an interention tool.

I'm all about giving kids lots of chances. Throughout my career, I have written letters on behalf of students who have been re-assigned; "Bobby" is one of these success stories. But, every year, there are a few students who have (a) failed every course; (b) stopped attending school; or (c) presented huge discipline issues that hindered every other student's education. Yes, trying to re-assign nearly 100 students is obviously a problem. But the magnet schools would be greatly improved if only 20 or so students left.

So, the big question is, who makes the final decision about who is transferred? Why are schools getting the messages that transfers cannot occur? In my experience, a transfer can be a very good thing for students; it gives them a fresh start and can motivate them to work harder and make it back to the school. (A current graduate failed every course in her 9th grade year because she skipped all the time, and was re-assigned. She worked her way back, returned for her Junior year and graduated as a strong student just last week.)

It's also a big issue simply the possibility of re-assignment can be a big motivation factor for students. If students see so-and-so, who skipped most classes in the basement and got zeroes and in-school suspension all year, return to the school, they will see that there is no accountability at all.

I agree there needs to be something that is centralized, but I'm not satisfied with the vague message about re-assignment that Dr. Alonso has presented, nor have I heard enough about what he feels the function of a magnet school should be. One can see from the falling (and falling-off the list altogether) Newsweek rankings that the city's magnet schools have hit some rough times in recent years - what is Dr. Alonso going to do about this? It's partly a function of increasing class size (again, my load has increased from 75 students at once to 160-175; my average class size from 25 to 33-35), plus partly the function of a growing influence of gangs and other poor influences on school climate? To make the entire system better, you have to make all the schools better, and not bring the best ones down in the process.

It's important to know this: students in these magnet schools are at-risk students. They sometimes have family support, and sometimes have a better idea of how to be a student than students in other schools, but they have just as much potential to be brought down by unsavory elements around them as other students. It's important to know that this isn't just about teachers whining about having too many students in classes or too many 'bad kids'. It's about making sure the most at-risk students are not continually brought down by students who get chance after chance but continue to be a jerk and a troublemaker. I've seen it happen, over and over again, and it's sad. These magnet schools should be a refuge where high expectations and standards are held, and the kids are not babied. After all, they're not going to be babied in the real world. Teaching kids responsibility is a good thing, not a bad thing, and I wish I was hearing that from Dr. Alonso.

Data from the last four years reveals that most students complete four years in these schools, and most of those who do not have left the system altogether. Therefore, the schools lose about 10% of students for reasons other than moving out of the system. These 10% could have dropped out, they could have decided the commute was too tough, their parents could have pulled them, etc. I don't see what the problem is. The programs are working for the vast majority of students.

Gregory Kane lit into the debate as well, and he's totally right. I worry about the lack of accountability we're putting on the young people in this situation. It's so frustrating to try to teach responsibility all the time, and to have it superceded by those above you. It feels like it's happening here. I hope I'm wrong. I guess we'll see next year, and see if, say, students Jenita Adams* (who spent a whole semester walking the halls and skipping class, and later turned in her mother's ultrasound scan as her own, feigning pregnancy as the reason) and Antoine Hill* (who never came to school and thus failed everything) are back next year. They've been assigned tutors and mentors; they have had parent conferences requested; they have failed on every progress report and report card. Are these interventions enough? We'll see.

* Not their real names, of course.

1st day of finals

The first day of finals. It felt good.

The weekend was sort of a ridiculous one... out fairly late on Friday, up quite early to get to graduation on Saturday, out afterwards for several hours, then napping for several hours after that before waking up and finishing my final exam in the wee hours of Saturday night. Then, up very early (7am) for softball on Sunday morning, then out late (waiting tables) Sunday night before returning and staying up until around 2 finishing my student letters.

In other words, I was pretty exhausted, and my schedule was all messed up. Still, I needed to get in early to run off the copies of my exams. My colleague and I agreed to race each otehr to school today to see who would get the copier first. She arrived at 7:03, and I arrived at 7:07, so she won, fair and square. It was all for naught, however, as running the 40 copies of the 9th grade exam was painless and took all of five minutes. But you never know...

I was able to finish all my letters to my 9th graders in 1st period, but ran out of time at around the letter P in my 2nd period. I told them to pick them up tomorrow. I had several conflicts during the 2nd period exam, including one girl who, after one question, said, "I don't care about this damn test!" and walked out after picking a fight with me. My theory is that she knew she was going to fail, so she made it easier on herself. Which is a bummer, because she probably wouldn't have. I've recycled my parent contact information already, but will try to follow up tomorrow. I've had several conflicts with this girl all year, but the 4th quarter has gone very smoothly.

Sunday, June 01, 2008

It's final exam day

If any of my colleagues try to bogart the copier before me tomorrow, I will cut them.

I'm going to try to get to school when the doors open.

I've slept about seven hours total this weekend and am not nearly done writing letters to all my 9th graders yet. I will really miss these little buggers, and hope they do well tomorrow on the final so they can show me they learned a little sumthin' sumthin' this year.