Saturday, April 12, 2008

Credit Recovery

Lacking Credits, Some Students Learn a Shortcut

SO there was this piece in the NY Times about “credit recovery.” Basically what it entails is: our students who screwed up get to make up a credit by attending THREE, 3-hour sessions over spring break. They have to do a series of essays and whatnot, but in terms of “seat time” they will be in school for only 9 hours over spring break.

I had to hand out these sheets to all of the failures in my class. It galled me that I was essentially handing out what could amount to a free pass to these children. I seethed more and more with each paper I handed out, I was fuming. Especially when one particularly annoying child yelped in glee at being able to make up a credit in 3 days.

Then this article came out. It seemed like the NY Times was just reading my mind.
I forwarded it to several teachers and I actually saw a print out of it in the office. It has obviously angered more than just me. One of the teachers I talked to was also angered, but she confided in me that she was working that 9 hours… so she didn’t know what to feel.

My boss explained that he doubted the bulk of these kids would actually do what they need to. If they are going to screw up that much, he said, they’d screw this up as well.

The other aspect is, the school has to show they did all they could to provide alternatives for said screw-ups. If they (we) fail these kids and don’t do “everything within our power” to get them to make up work, then in a bizarre way, we are liable. I know people who teach seniors this year, and the administration is ON THEM about making sure these parents know these kids are failing and not going to graduate. Its bizarre, these children have no responsibilities.

One answer to this is the problem of “millennials.” 60 Minutes ran a piece on them, and my goodness… I was floored.

The "Millennials" Are Coming
Morley Safer On The New Generation Of American Workers


“They were raised by doting parents who told them they are special, played in little leagues with no winners or losers, or all winners. They are laden with trophies just for participating and they think your business-as-usual ethic is for the birds. And if you persist in the belief you can, take your job and shove it.”


Now I’m not saying ALL millennials are like this, but every child I work with was born after 1990… and it seems like the majority of these kids who give me the hardest time do so with the attitude that they are the center of the universe. When they want to talk, they don't care what or who they disrupt. Their "self-centeredness" is beyond measure. And I don't want to assign any kind of sweeping judgment on every millennial, but I am sure we all know people who are just like this.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

The Rubber Room

So there’s this documentary being produced about the rubber room. the rubber room isn't really a rubber room..... its more like a conference room... but it’s the place where teachers go when they are accused of any kind of impropriety. so in this room these teachers sit for months and sometimes years and do NOTHING. they bring books, laptops and whatever to occupy their time. but they sit their... collecting their paycheck.

The Rubber Room documentary

Now I’m not quite sure how i feel about all that, because on the one hand, you can't hurl an accusation at a professional and take away their livelihood... but at the same time its such a waste and not even money. (actually, the amount is relatively little compared to the total budget of NYC schools... but as Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner quote Peter Sandman in their book Freakonomics, it is the 'outrage factor.' He says, “Risks that you control are much less a source of outrage than risks that are out of your control.” The rubber room and its “waste” of $25 million per year has people outraged because it is DEFINITELY out of their control and it seems like its so much, when in essence its less than 1% of the total budget - actually it is .25% - ONE QUARTER of a percent of the annual operating budget.

Oh, and might one of those teachers interviewed be one of my co-workers. Yes indeedy.

And the krumping kid in the beginning of the trailer... a former student.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Updater

Wow... its been forever since I’ve written. I planned on writing a number of updates since I finished Summer School. Obviously that didn’t happen... when mid-August hit, my life as I knew it ended (until November/December.) Football owns my body and soul.

Now don’t get me wrong... I am loving coaching football. These kids are great and I am so proud of them.

See, last year, our team was in a sort of “scrub” division. We played the cupcakes and in a sense we too were cupcakes. A new coach took over (I’m the assistant) and turned the program around. Since last year we have a new head coach and we are now in the higher division. And to top that off, we are now 6 and 1. Last year we were 7 and 3 in the cupcake division! To be in the harder division and to have such a good record is unbelievable and you can see why I am so proud to be a part of this team.

The weird thing is that if you spend 10 minutes with these kids, all of a sudden you want to contribute to their success. Poor ghetto kids from the Bronx, etc. etc. etc.

Not to mention, people see the change in our school. The spirit of the school in general is on the rise. We had a homecoming game in late September. At the game was the band, the JROTC... and for the first time, cheerleaders... Not to mention, we had record attendance. The official from the School Athletic League, who stopped by for the game was so impressed, the notion of resurfacing our field was casually thrown out by said official. Nothing set in stone, but it was mentioned.

The other good thing that I am very proud of is we got our concession stand up and running. These are things you say, “Every high school football game should have a concession stand.” Again, this is my school we’re talking about and we are trying to make it as much of a “regular” school as we can.



I FRIGGING LOVE THIS PHOTO. The grace of our boys is just amazing. The astounding thing is that a good number of them have never played football in their lives. They come to my school, decide they want to play more than just street ball (of course they all want to be wide receivers... all want to be superstars... even the big boys) and when we start whipping them into shape, it's unbelievable what we find underneath. I hate to sound cliché, but we find they are truly diamonds in the rough.


SUMMER SCHOOL

Man summer school sucked. If you think going to summer school sucks, try teaching it. Every day is like the first day. Two classes which were TWO AND A HALF HOURS EACH! I had, at any given time, like 70 kids on my roster. My room holds 34. When you say, “You know, there are 70 kids on my roster...” You are met with, “Do they all show up?” No, but FORTY at a time would. It was madness. I had a kid show up for the first time to my class the LAST DAY OF SUMMER SCHOOL. What was he thinking? Why bother?

The reason I taught summer school? The money. It was 3 weeks of work, and a tidy sum. Except I had to wait til late August for the money. And it was devastated by taxes.

In essence it was blood-money. I totally whored myself out, so now my curiosity about what it’s like to be a whore has been satiated. With one exception... at least whores get paid up-front.

PARENT TEACHER NIGHT

Again, I’m writing this from my desk at Parent Teacher Night. Not many parents tonight, three so far, and of course, all good kids. What do you say to these parents? Well, you have a great kid... glad to have him/her in class. I always start off fooling around telling them how horrible their kid is in class. They know I’m kidding of course, the 90+ on their kid’s report card says otherwise.

I just finished speaking to a parent and this is one that stings. In my 10th grade English class, and you know my opinion on 10th graders... not human... and one kid who I genuinely like, he got a 65 in my class because he can act like a jackass. And this kid’s poor dad is just lost. It’s one thing when you have parents who just do not care, but when you have a parent who DOES care, it’s very sad.

This year I’m not only teaching English... I’m also teaching 3 media classes. That is what I love. Teaching the kids to edit digital video on the super-duper Macs we have in our recently renovated TV studio. It’s a great class because the kids want to be there. I don’t think I’ve ever had that before.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Trouble in the DOE

There was a recent item in the New York Times...

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August 1, 2007
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A Teacher Grows Disillusioned After a ‘Fail’ Becomes a ‘Pass’

Several weeks into his first year of teaching math at the High School of Arts and Technology in Manhattan, Austin Lampros received a copy of the school’s grading policy. He took particular note of the stipulation that a student who attended class even once during a semester, who did absolutely nothing else, was to be given 45 points on the 100-point scale, just 20 short of a passing mark.

Mr. Lampros’s introduction to the high school’s academic standards proved a fitting preamble to a disastrous year. It reached its low point in late June, when Arts and Technology’s principal, Anne Geiger, overruled Mr. Lampros and passed a senior whom he had failed in a required math course.

That student, Indira Fernandez, had missed dozens of class sessions and failed to turn in numerous homework assignments, according to Mr. Lampros’s meticulous records, which he provided to The New York Times. She had not even shown up to take the final exam. She did, however, attend the senior prom.

Through the intercession of Ms. Geiger, Miss Fernandez was permitted to retake the final after receiving two days of personal tutoring from another math teacher. Even though her score of 66 still left her with a failing grade for the course as a whole by Mr. Lampros’s calculations, Ms. Geiger gave the student a passing mark, which allowed her to graduate.

Ms. Geiger declined to be interviewed for this column and said that federal law forbade her to speak about a specific student’s performance. But in a written reply to questions, she characterized her actions as part of a “standard procedure” of “encouraging teachers to support students’ efforts to achieve academic success.”

The issue here is not a violation of rules or regulations. Ms. Geiger acted within the bounds of the teachers’ union’s contract with the city, by providing written notice to Mr. Lampros of her decision.

No, the issue is more what this episode may say about the Department of Education’s vaunted increase in graduation rates. It is possible, of course, that the confrontation over Miss Fernandez was an aberration. It is possible, too, that Mr. Lampros is the rare teacher willing to speak on the record about the pressures from administrators to pass marginal students, pressures that countless colleagues throughout the city privately grumble about but ultimately cave in to, fearful of losing their jobs if they object.

Mr. Lampros has resigned and returned to his home state, Michigan. The principal and officials in the Department of Education say that he missed 24 school days during the last year for illness and personal reasons. He missed two of the three sets of parent-teacher conferences. He also had conflicts with an assistant principal, Antonio Arocho, over teaching styles. Mr. Lampros said all of this was true.

Still, Mr. Lampros received a satisfactory rating five of the six times administrators formally observed him. He has master’s degrees in both statistics and math education and has won awards for his teaching at the college level.

“It’s almost as if you stick to your morals and your ethics, you’ll end up without a job,” Mr. Lampros said in an interview. “I don’t think every school is like that. But in my case, it was.”

The written record, in the form of the minutely detailed charts Mr. Lampros maintained to determine student grades, supports his account. Colleagues of his from the school — a counselor, a programmer, several fellow teachers — corroborated key elements of his version of events. They also describe a principal worried that the 2006 graduation rate of 72.5 percent would fall closer to 50 or 60 percent unless teachers came up with ways to pass more students.

After having failed to graduate with her class in June 2006, Miss Fernandez, who, through her mother, declined to be interviewed, returned to Arts and Technology last September for a fifth year. She was enrolled in Mr. Lampros’s class in intermediate algebra. Absent for more than two-thirds of the days, she failed, and that grade was left intact by administrators.

When second semester began, Miss Fernandez again took the intermediate algebra class, which fulfilled one of her graduation requirements. According to Mr. Lampros’s records, she missed one-third of the classes, arrived late for 20 sessions, turned in half the required homework assignments, failed 11 of 14 tests and quizzes, and never took the final exam.

Two days after the June 12 final, Miss Fernandez told Mr. Lampros that she had a doctor’s note excusing her from school on the day of the exam, he said. On June 18, she asked him if she had failed the class, and he told her she had. The next day, the principal summoned Mr. Lampros to a meeting with Miss Fernandez and her mother. He was ordered, he said, to let her retake the final.

Mr. Arocho, the assistant principal, wrote in a letter to Mr. Lampros that Miss Fernandez had a doctor’s note, issued March 15, permitting her to miss school whenever necessary in the spring. Mr. Arocho did not respond to telephone and e-mail messages seeking comment.

There is such a note, issued by Dr. Jason Faller, but it excused absences “over the last three months” — that is, the period between mid-December and mid-March. In a recent interview, Dr. Faller said he saw Miss Fernandez only once, in March, and confirmed that his excuse note covered absences only before March 15.

For whatever reason, school administrators misinterpreted the note and told Mr. Lampros that Miss Fernandez would be allowed to retake the final — and to retake it after having two days of one-on-one tutoring by another math teacher, an advantage none of Mr. Lampros’s other students had, he said.

Mr. Lampros, disgusted, did not come to school the next two days. Miss Fernandez meanwhile took the test and scored a 66, which still left her far short of a 65 average for the semester. Nonetheless, Mr. Arocho tried to enter a passing mark for her. When he had to relent after objections by the teachers’ union representative, Mr. Lampros was allowed to put in the failing grade. Ms. Geiger promptly reversed it.

Samantha Fernandez, Indira’s mother, spoke on her behalf. “My daughter earned everything she got,” she said. Of Mr. Lampros, she said, “He needs to grow up and be a man.”

From Michigan, Mr. Lampros recalled one comment that Mrs. Fernandez made during their meeting about why it was important for Indira to graduate. She couldn’t afford to pay for her to attend another senior prom in another senior year.



The New York Times education section is always one that I keep bookmarked. They always seem to have something tasty about the lives of our public schools.

This is typical. Now I'm not saying that it ever happened to ME. It sucks that the teacher missed 24 days... and they are painting him as kind of a trouble maker... so it doesn't look that good for him. But if he had his "principles," then I'm sure he had run-ins with the higher-ups... and I'm sure he was miserable.

Just something horrible going on in the Department of Education.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Third Year Down

I’ve just finished my third year of teaching in New York City. Actually, I just finished teaching my first real summer school as well, but I’ll leave that for a later post.

So what do I feel after my third year? Well, the weird thing for me, this past year, I did more running around, was busier and was more stressed than my first two years without question. I thought as the years went on, in teaching, it was all supposed to get easier. That didn’t seem to be the case. I remember during my first year, I seemed to have so much free time. This year, any free period I had, I was running around like a nut.

This year, my schedule changed mid-year. Not a bad thing, I lost a good class but got another good class. My “lunch” period was taken away, so I now had lunch at like 10:00. This allowed me to get to know a teacher I wouldn’t normally have gotten to know as well – so that was good.

The main thing, I am worried about this younger crop of kids. I had sophomores last year, and they were rough. I thought it was a bad crop and moved on. Then I had THIS year’s kids. They made me long for last year’s.

I know what people will say, I know the standard response… but honestly so many times I feel like it is a losing battle. That these kids really, REALLY don’t care. Again though, these are sophomores, and they go through that magic transition from sophomore to junior year where they become human and as a result… bearable.

But is it too late? They have messed up for two years and now decide to get on track… when they do, I can’t believe they don’t feel totally overwhelmed by having to essentially make up for two years of jerking around.

One saving grace though… football.

Last year I was the assistant JV football coach and my God was it time consuming. I basically had no days off from September to the end of November. And it was a great season. Our JV won our division… and I couldn’t have been more proud. In a climate where everyone wants to be the stand out… the “superstar,” these kids pulled together as a team, and kicked ass. We lost one game last season… our first. They did not like the taste of losing. We won every single game after that – seven in a row.

This year, things are going to be a little different. First off, I am now the assistant VARSITY coach. My head coach was “promoted” to varsity, and he took me with him. The other thing that is going to be different (I hope) is that we are trying to make a PROGRAM at the school.

One of the major complaints is that my school has ZERO school spirit. Unfortunately, I agree with that sentiment. In every school I’ve been to, every school I’ve worked at, school spirit resides with how well your teams do. Hopefully with this new regime, our team will be more than just OK, and as a result, school spirit will increase.

It was embarrassing to see that more people would attend our JV games than would attend the varsity games. That isn’t saying much, either, we didn’t have stellar attendance, but your varsity is the main event. That’s where the people should be. Part of my job is to get butts in the stands. I am also recruiting every member of my family to work.

The last JV game last year, I had my mom and sister selling shirts, another sister taping the game, the Mrs. was shooting photos. This year, I plan on more of the same... including nephews and cousins - taking stats, being water boy, holding flags if necessary. It's going to be a family event.

Just a taste:

















So what did I learn this last year?

1) Be more prepared for the day. Free periods should be free.
2) Be a jackass early on. If you are nice at first, they take that as softness and from there it is an uphill battle.
3) Get parents involved more. When momma or papi knows that their kiddy is being rude or skipping or whatever, things do change.

I’m sure there are other things, but I haven’t had coffee yet and I wanted to update since I haven’t in forever.

Things to come in the next few days:

Summer School – Crappier than it Sounds

Students Using their Crappy Lives to Their Advantage


I Can’t Believe this Crappy Summer is Over Already

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Graduation

So I graduated from Grad school. Yippee. It was both hard and not so hard at the same time, if that makes any kind of sense.

The school I went to was good, I had a good time, and for the most part, my professors were pretty decent, save for one who shall remain nameless.

When I was in high school, going to a SUNY (State University of New York) school was sort of looked down upon. If you were going to SUNY New Paltz, it was only because you couldn’t go anywhere else. You might have been going to a local SUNY school, but at least you weren’t a loser who was going to Orange County Community College... (which is actually where I went.)

Since a million years ago, when I graduated, things have changed. Used to be SUNY New Paltz would accept damn near anyone. Not anymore. In fact, a cousin of mine who I think is terribly smart, was NOT ACCEPTED to New Paltz. It’s just that selective now.
When I joined the Fellow’s program and moved back from Maine to New York, incoming Fellows were informed that we had two possible options for Grad school. Lehman College or Fordham. Of course I kept my fingers crossed for Fordham. Growing up in the Bronx, Fordham University might as well have been Harvard.

Of course I got Lehman, which is not even part of the SUNY system, its part of the CUNY system, which is the CITY University of New York. No big deal, if I wasn’t in the program, I wouldn’t be going to Grad school at all, so I didn’t mind going to Lehman.

But this was par for my course, all three colleges I went to, Orange County Community College (OCCC,) University of Southern Maine (USM) and Lehman College were all basically “we’ll take anybody” schools. I have nothing bad to say about any of these schools, but let’s be honest, Lehman College is not Fordham University.

Nowhere was this more obvious than at graduation.

A few years ago I went to the graduation at The College of the Holy Cross in Worcester, Mass. The speakers talked about hope and success and all that they are going to accomplish in the future.

As you can imagine, the Lehman College graduation was QUITE different.

Lehman’s graduation was filled with accomplishments the graduates have already DONE - namely graduating college. These graduates had to claw and scrape and fight to graduate from college. A stark contrast to the themes at Holy Cross.

And I’m happier being with the Lehman grads. It was a struggle, and we were celebrating out there on the field, probably louder than our Holy Cross counterparts. But can you blame us?

Saturday, May 05, 2007

It Stings

In my previous life I was a reporter/photographer for a small weekly newspaper. Mostly we covered schools – the philosophy being, the parents would buy 40 copies of the paper to give to grammy, grampy, Uncle Ned, Aunt Florence, etc. when junior was in it. As a result, I photographed a lot of science fairs.

This one time I was at a school photographing kids doing something, I forget what exactly. When I was at these events, I would shoot, shoot, shoot, and then bounce. You got paid a flat rate, and whether you spent an hour there or 10 minutes didn’t matter. Your time was yours. So you got there, you got your pictures and you got the hell out.

The thing I do remember about this event, however – and as I said, I was taking just random, candid photos – is when I was about to snap off a picture, the teacher present at this event, told me to wait on one picture, and she shoved a young black boy into my shot. I was seriously offended on several levels. First off, I was simply taking random shots – and this teacher’s “white guilt” led her to ruin a candid moment for her sense of “diversity.” It’s not like I was AVOIDING taking pictures of black kids…

So I told my kids this story… showing them how guilty white people (SOME white people) feel, etc.

At the end of class, one of my students came up to me and said, “Mister… aren’t you doing the same thing?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a white teacher teaching at a black school… aren’t you ‘doing your time?’”

“Well I did grow up here in the Bronx… I did grow up really close to here, so I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying. Are you asking if I am feeling guilty about something?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well at the very least you are questioning my motives, aren’t you?”

“I’m just asking WHY you are doing it.”

OUCH!

This has kind of bothered me since yesterday. First off, I don’t feel that I am “doing” any time. I am not treating my kids any differently than I would treat any kids anywhere. Second, I was really surprised at the sort of accusatory tone of this student.

Then I got to thinking, if I am doing my best to get them to question anything and everything, should I be surprised that turned that questioning on me?

Either way, it really stung me, partly because I was sort of offended at the question, and partly because in a way, maybe she’s right?

I didn’t want to tell her that the NYC Teaching Fellows puts inexperienced teachers in their classrooms. I didn’t want to tell her that I could be making a lot more money in the suburbs - but the administration is on your back constantly. I didn’t want to tell her that there is a reason teachers stay in this school for on average 3-4 years and then bounce. (Some only stay two years – BARELY.) I didn't want to tell her there are times that I feel like I am not wanted here - and those times are growing more frequent. I didn't want to tell her that sometimes I hate working here and consider packing it in and seeking employment elsewhere.

It’s all well and good when students question others, but man does it smart when they turn that questioning on you.