Monthly Archives: December 2011

Waiting for Superman: The Human Cost of Bad Education

Holidays, travel, blah blah blah… I’m back. I missed you. We’re getting ready to go back to work, and kids are gearing up to return to school. But when these kids get dropped off, where are they going, really? Where do they spend most of their days?

So I’ve been meaning to watch this movie for a while. I knew our public school system was in peril, and I knew that schools were keeping bad teachers because of union contracts, but I didn’t know just how bad bad was.

If you haven’t seem this film or aren’t an educator, let me tell you: it’s beyond bad. Overwhelmingly shameful, staggeringly inept, purposefully broken, this system is in ruins and has little chances of turning around.

Here are some statistics from the film:

Of the 30 most developed countries on the planet, American students rank 25th in math and 21st in science… that’s out of 30.

But when these same students were asked how they felt they performed in math and science, American students ranked number one in confidence.

And reading skills aren’t any better… just twenty to thirty percent of American public school students are reading at their grade levels.

So we look to the teachers. What’s going on?

In Illinois,

one is 57 doctors will lose their medical license for being a “bad physician”

one in 97 lawyers will lose their law license for being a “bad lawyer”

but only one in 2500 teachers will lose their job if they are deemed a “bad teacher”*

Public school teachers enjoy the same tenure that college professors earn, only at the university level a professor must be on a tenure track for years, contributing to her field of study through teaching, research, and active participation. Public school teachers must simply show up for work for two years… and they have guaranteed jobs for life. Teachers don’t have to teach, they simply have to show up.

Now reform has been attempted. What about performance-based salary increases for excellent teachers? What about removing tenure in favor of incentivizing? The teachers’ unions won’t even discuss the matter, and given their multi-million dollar contributions to political parties, they won’t be asked to anytime soon.

So this antiquated, ruinous public policy continues to push ill-prepared students through “dropout factory” schools, and sure enough, these kids don’t make it to graduation.

A high school dropout is eight times more likely to end up in prison.

By the year 2020, 123 million jobs will be available, but require a college degree. America will only produce about 20 million qualified candidates.

So it’s no wonder companies are going overseas to recruit engineers and scientists.

It’s a complicated problem. Often parents are unaccountable, and drop their kids off at school, rolling the dice, because really, they have no choice. Private school is not an option, and with disengaged public school teachers providing less than the full amount of required education for those kids to move forward, students are pushed through and cannot test up to their levels. Frustrated and uninspired, those kids check out.

7000 students drop out every day.

As a teacher for a college preparatory company I’m in an interesting position because I get kids from both public and private schools. And there’s a difference in how these kids perform. I hate to say it out loud. A couple of personal  and general observations… this isn’t true for every single student but:

  • Private school students are more likely to participate in class. They ask more questions. They have a greater tendency to show me what they can do… they push harder.
  • Public school students are more likely to “hide” from me. They’d rather try to push through half-efforts or misunderstood assignments in the hopes that I’ll simply accept the work they’ve produced.
  • When a private school kid doesn’t understand, they ask for clarification.
  • When a public school kid doesn’t understand, they say nothing and hope I don’t notice.
  • Private school kids tend to read more for fun. As a result, these students comprehend assigned reading in a more profound way, and have better diction and syntax in their writing.

Having students of drastically varying levels is challenging for any teacher, and I’m not talking about a single underperforming student, or a”star” achiever. I’m talking about a gaping chasm in attitude towards school and cognitive development between public and private school kids.

So what is the solution? Charter schools are a start. These new public schools are not governed by the same rules as traditional public school, and have given the system dire resuscitation. They are funded through both public and private means but are held to standards as set forth in their charters. These schools are accountable, they hire engaging teachers, and consistently work hard to ensure that every student is keeping up, not simply being passed on. Charter schools are working, but because they are still a relatively nascent development, the space available is limited. So parents scramble and again, roll the dice, entering their children in charter lotteries for one of the very few and coveted spots. A heartbreaking moment in the film, to literally watch a child’s future path be determined by a bingo ball.

Want to fix the economy? Our kids need to be educated to contribute. Want to decrease crime? Our kids need to feel successful every day in school. Want to keep America employed?

Watch this film now. Today.

* The statistics in the film have been widely disputed. Some sources claim they’re inaccurate and that the film scapegoats teachers. I’m not suggesting that all public school teachers are milking tenure, but the numbers (and the film) as a whole prove a point: public school tenure can be abused and while adults are protecting their jobs they are damaging kids every day.

About these ads

Leave a Comment

Filed under Arts and Letters, The English Department

The SF “Dash-eel” Hammett Tour

“When you’re slapped, you’ll take it and like it.”

Sam Spade “The Maltese Falcon”

If you have a free afternoon, ten bucks, and any interest in San Francisco literary history, go on Don Herron’s super-informative Dashiell (pronounced Dash-eel, not Dash-shell) Hammett walkabout. I know, geeky. But seriously. Go. Don was especially cool and super up on his mystery fiction, giving proper props to Hammett as the second most influential mystery writer in America. Because we all know who came first. When he asked if anyone knew, me and a pasty, slightly crazed Goth guy shot our hands in the air yelping “Oh oh oh!!!  Poe! It was Poe. POE!” When Don cautiously acknowledged that we were correct, we shared a knowing smirk and made fun of the east coast tourists who said Chandler. Ha! Losers…

Anyway, I decided to go for several reasons… among them:

1) I couldn’t write and needed to get out of the house.

2) Next to “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” (“Can I call you Fred, dahling?”) and “Shawshank”, it’s one of my all-time favorite movies.

3) I wrote a paper about misogyny and gender play on Hammett’s The Maltese Falcon and love the book more than the film, which is saying something.

Now this is tour isn’t for slouches. It’s four hours long and you walk several miles (mostly in the Tenderloin) but you are rewarded with amazing bits of SF historical insight.

Like 620 Eddy Street… a very pretty building in the Tenderloin where Hammett lived with his wife and daughters… he paid about 45.00 a month for rent. He also rented a room down the street (it’s a playground now) when his tuberculosis acted up.

Then he lived up the street on Post… in the top floor, right corner apartment. That’s where he wrote about the black bird… this is walking distance from my apartment. Cool no? No?! That’s what I thought. Hell yes it’s cool. Unfortunately this apartment was taken by a wealthy fellow who has since restored it and no longer lets people visit it. Boo.

Top right corner…

Now the coolest part was when we got to the plaque on Bush Street, across from Dashiell Hammett Place, know where I’m talking about? Near Tunnel Top and the Green Door Massage Parlour?

Well, as it turns out, the Green Door wasn’t there back in 1941… that whole building wasn’t there… and you can see where the moldings change and the cement is new. Before, it was a steep ditch where Brigid O’Shaugnessey shot Archer in the film. And the plaque gets you close to the spot, but if you go down the alley, you get right to the spot where Bogart raced down at 2a.m. after getting the call Archer was murdered. Standing there, with Don and Goth Boy and the dumb Chandler tourists, I just kept thinking… I wonder if Bogart was a diva on set. His freak outs would have happened right about… here. I then realized the group was watching me laugh out loud to myself so I made an excuse and awkwardly departed.

Just kidding. Not really.

But… considering he wasn’t deemed leading man material at this point in his career, it’s unlikely. He was still coming up in his career and hardly a star before “Maltese”. In fact, he’s considered the actor, whilst donning sport-dork white shorts and tennies, responsible for coining the phrase “Tennis anyone?” As a part-time, hack actor, I find solace in knowing that Bogart had to play small time dork parts before hitting his iconic status with this film.

Mr. Animal Magnetism. Tennis anyone? Gotta start somewhere…

Leave a Comment

Filed under Arts and Letters, Fun Stuff, Writers on Writing

The Philosophy Store

How funny it is, and tragic, the way most people invision the worth of a degree in the humanities. I remember when I graduated from Cal and the commencement speaker suggested that getting an English degree was like “planting an existential question mark on your forehead.” He was a writer in Los Angeles, a successful one at that, and though excited by the day, I remember being irked by that remark. I remembered this moment after reading an interesting article by English professor Mark Bauerlein on the cost of literary research.  Dr. Bauerlein even did a financial analysis on academic literary output, and while I agree with his argument to a point, it left me with that same irksome feeling.

For so long now, non-humanistic studies have been the focus of the academy. Universities put up state-of-the-art MBA facilities and add flat panels to their science wings, while the English and History folks huddle together in drafty, aged classrooms. I get it, resources go where the money is at. I suspect one of the reasons literary folks are often wary of new technology is because it’s the industry associated with the marginalization of literary studies. Why would an academic embrace something that pushes out her craft, symbolically, economically, even socially? And Dr. Bauerlein is right in that English departments can’t afford to bury their heads and pretend this negative cash bleed isn’t happening. But I wonder if we just aren’t getting the message out; maybe we need to create a marketing movement for the humanities? I don’t pretend to have the answer, but saying something about the value of English matters, I think.

One of my brilliant instructors turned our class onto a beautifully-written article by Mark Slouka on the ways in which humanities gets a bad rap, and how that devalued reputation has become the lynchpin for the sinking American educational system. Slouka discusses how “our [American] orthodoxy is economic” and without a cost-benefit analysis that makes sense, the intangible product of clear thinking becomes a luxury for which our citizens are no longer willing to throw down. Many, if not most Americans think like Slouka’s mother-in law, who when hearing her future son-in-law was earning a Ph.D in literature, queried: “A doctor of philosophy,” she said. “What’re you going to do, open a philosophy store?”

Like the English folks have been saying, I suspect along with the rest of the humanities crew, the value is not in product but in process. Slouka says it best:

The case for the humanities is not hard to make, though it can be difficult—to such an extent have we been marginalized, so long have we acceded to that marginalization—not to sound either defensive or naive. The humanities, done right, are the crucible within which our evolving notions of what it means to be fully human are put to the test; they teach us, incrementally, endlessly, not what to do but how to be. Their method is confrontational, their domain unlimited, their “product” not truth but the reasoned search for truth, their “success” something very much like Frost’s momentary stay against confusion.

They are thus, inescapably, political. Why? Because they complicate our vision, pull our most cherished notions out by the roots, flay our pieties. Because they grow uncertainty. Because they expand the reach of our understanding (and therefore our compassion), even as they force us to draw and redraw the borders of tolerance. Because out of all this work of self-building might emerge an individual capable of humility in the face of complexity; an individual formed through questioning and therefore unlikely to cede that right; an individual resistant to coercion, to manipulation and demagoguery in all their forms. The humanities, in short, are a superb delivery mechanism for what we might call democratic values. There is no better that I am aware of.

The value of clear thought, of cogent reasoning, of critical thinking is in a dire state if we cannot see the value of an education in English. It’s a critical underpinning for the educated, and its absence creates consequences far more devastating than typos. In The Demon-Haunted World, non-English major and cosmologist Carl Sagan closes his opus with the following:

If we can’t think for ourselves, if we’re unwilling to question authority, then we’re just putty in the hands of those in power. But if the citizens are educated and form their own opinions, then those in power work for us. In every country, we should be teaching our children the scientific method and the reasons for a Bill of Rights. With it comes a certain decency, humility and community spirit. In the demon-haunted world that we inhabit by virtue of being human, this may be all that stands between us and the enveloping darkness.

 

 

 

 

Leave a Comment

Filed under Arts and Letters, The English Department, Writers on Writing

My Kind of Holiday Decor… the Charlie Brown Incarceration Tree

If you’re a holiday cynic and enjoy crafting, you’ll love this post from The Art of Doing Stuff…  Karen is a felted riddle, wrapped in a macrame enigma, wrapped in awesome sauce. Not only are her craft posts interesting and helpful but she’s super funny too. I heart her and her cool blog… 

 

 

 

Leave a Comment

Filed under Fun Stuff

Gifts for Bibliophiles That Won’t Get Returned

So you have to find a gift for a book nerd but you don’t know what kind of books they might like? Let me clear up some common bookworm misconceptions:

1) Not all bookworms like Shakespeare. Technically he was a playwright, and not all actors like Shakespeare either. Yes he’s a big shot in literary history and required reading for anyone getting an English degree, but that doesn’t mean we’re all a titter about either of those points. So don’t think this is your easy way out, because that copy of “Midsummer’s” will end up on eBay faster than you can say “anon”…

2) We’re not all tech idiots. Now it’s true, most of us are, and many of us are even a bit proud of our neo-Luddite status, but there is a small constituency that is attempting to grasp the world of social media and all of it’s codalicious nuance. Neo-Luddites tend not to worry about such things, as we’re far too preoccupied with Derridean ethics and elbow patches.

3) We like bookish things, not just books themselves. Here comes the gift idea part of this post. Ready? Here it goes…

These are freaking cute! Anyone into vintage stuff, art, or books would love to get one of these journals

For the tech-saavy bookworm… a great little app for reading when you don’t have WIFI or 3g…

Forget bookworm for a second… Any Office Space fan would appreciate this

For the traveling worm… yes I know. I’ve resisted getting one myself (it feels like I’m cheating on my books!) but I do see how this little gadget makes a ton of sense when on the road.

And for the bookworm who has everything (or a serious E.A. Poe fetish) a rare volume is always most appreciated.

If you have a novel gift idea for book lovers please don’t hoard it… do share. :)

2 Comments

Filed under Arts and Letters, Fun Stuff

Romantic Sword-Berry Fertility Protector: The Rundown on Mistletoe

So if you ended up at tree lot this weekend, despite my compelling and articulate plea as to why it makes little sense,  I understand. I ended up going with friends, who bought a lovely tree at a charitable lot from an organization I love to support. My partner, Martin,* objects not to tree slaughter or holiday consumption, but rather to the arbitrary price points he’s set in his head that determine whether he’ll partake in a given holiday tradition. Here’s a clip of the dialogue at the aforementioned tree lot:

Him: “$80.00 is too much for a tree. We’re going to Home Depot.”

Me: “Why get a tree at all? We’re traveling, and it’ll only be up for a month. Let’s just appreciate other people’s trees.”

Him: “No. I like the pine smell. We’re getting a tree for twenty bucks.”

So, after coaxing me with an Arizmendi Bakery breakfast, we went. And just like he plotted, he found a tree, with a stand, for $25.00. And aside from being disproportionately wide in relation to its height, I’ll give it to him: the tree is pretty. I’ve named it “Fat-Prickly Bastard.”I think it’s cute.

Anyway, getting to my point. While at the Delancey lot, our friends also picked up mistletoe, which again, led me to google out its significance. Turns out mistletoe was sort of the duct tape of the pre-Christian world.

The word “Mistletoe” dates back to the 13th century, and is thought to be derived from the Norse word for sword, (“Mistilteinn”) and has long since been a symbol for manhood, fertility and romance. Other sources suggest that the word is derived from the Anglo-Saxon words, “mistel” (dung) and “tan” (twig), Old English “misteltann” after bird droppings on a branch. But even before that, in the 8th century, the Vikings thought mistletoe could raise the dead (I couldn’t find any results to back this claim…). The Celts used mistletoe for animal fertility but it served other uses too: poison remedy, medicine, hunter’s aid. Folks hung the branches in their houses all year long to protect against lightening and fire, and would replace it every Christmas. The connection between medicine, bird poop, and kissing seems a little blurry, but American author Washington Irving wrote about the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe back in 1820: “The mistletoe is still hung up in farm-houses and kitchens at Christmas, and the young men have the privilege of kissing the girls under it, plucking each time a berry from the bush. When the berries are all plucked the privilege ceases.”

This hodgepodge botanical doesn’t have a clear line of provenance, at least according to the twenty minutes of arduous research I did for this post. And though many of mistletoe’s uses have faded into history, it’s interesting how the tradition remained for it to serve as a potentially creepy way to kiss someone you might not otherwise have access.

* Not his real name. He’s not shy, mind you, just paranoid.

Leave a Comment

Filed under Fun Stuff

The 56 best/worst similes

My friend and fellow writer Steve shared the most inspiring/hysterical collection of student writing I have seen in quite some time. Number seven is personal favorite:

“The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.”

 

From the blog, House of Figs. Enjoy!

The 56 best/worst similes.

Leave a Comment

Filed under Uncategorized