Archives for the year of: 2013

A reader, Karl Gabbey, has a proposal:

“MAD Magazine once had a page in each edition entitled, “Scenes We’d Like To See,” that depicted a bit of “Schadenfreude” about people who deserved it. It might be fun to see loudmouthed politicians and assorted corporate types who consider themselves “educational experts” teach for an extended period of time. I have a suggestion: They ought to teach high school academic subjects with a minimum of 125 students per day preferably in rural or inner city schools, carry a full class load each school day with a minimum of three daily preparations, plus coach after-school sports without additional compensation. They should be required on their own time to write college recommendations for any seniors. Let’s not forget cafeteria or hall supervision. They should communicate regularly by phone e-mail, or have conferences with all parents about their sons’ or daughters’ academic progress. Hopefully, they’ll also have the opportunity to attend in-service workshops. Throughout the year, they should supervise other school activities like debate tournaments, plays, concerts, and of course the junior/senior prom. As a crowning touch, their performance(s) for the year should be rated by parents and students. That would be truly a “scene that I’d like to see.”

“P.S. I could add some more items like paying for class supplies, arranging and supervising a field trip, chaperoning class trips, or taking additional post-graduate evening or summer classes at their own expense to upgrade knowledge in their fields or to improve their teaching methods but those could be a bit much for a rookie and may border on cruelty.”

Marc Epstein taught at Jamaica High School in NYC for many years. He has a Ph.D. In Japanese history.

Since his school started closing, he has taught in many of the city’s schools.

He writes:

What Ever Happened To In Loco Parentis?

Well, another June another student field trip drowning. But this time around the schools chancellor has assured us that there were a sufficient number of chaperones and signed consent slips from the parents. Case closed.

That the chaperones failed to carry out their duties, that field trips of this sort during the last days of school especially when children are so much harder to supervise and control should not be permitted, seemed not to cross Chancellor Walcott’s mind.

When Nicole Suriel drowned during her class outing in June of 2010, there was only one teacher on that ill-fated excursion. The students lacked parental consent, and the required number of adults to supervise the trip was never checked. But in the era of mayoral school control supposedly based on business model accountability introduced by our entrepreneurial mayor, not a single supervisory official lost their job. The hapless first year probationary teacher took the fall instead.

When I attended New York’s public schools a similar incident never would have occurred because these kinds of trips were forbidden in June. At least that was way it used to be when the putatively dysfunctional pre-Bloomberg Board of Education ran the show.

So I queried my friends, and they had no memories of such an occurrence during our public school years. Neither do we recall the teacher-student sexual abuse scandals that explode on the front pages of the tabloids with regularity.

But times change, people change. There was a time when the responsibility of the school to act in place of the parent, “In loco parentis,” was taken with the utmost seriousness. But that no longer seems to be the case.

This breakdown in decorum, competence, morality, common sense, and accountability is no accident. And it’s not the fault of an amoral hidebound teacher’s union defending the indefensible either.

If you look at the articles that detail these incidents you’ll discover that most of the accused employees were hired during Mayor Bloomberg’s watch!

Don’t go looking for editorials demanding that the mayor enforce a more rigorous hiring standard for teachers and their supervisors. You won’t find any.

Don’t go looking for any investigative reporting on who hired the people who’ve been charged with sexual misconduct. You won’t find anything about that either.

Instead of real reporting you get manufactured stories coordinated with the publisher of the Daily News, Mort Zuckerman, and former CNN and NBC reporter Campbell Brown.

Zuckerman was raised and educated in Canada, and Brown was raised and educated in elite schools in Louisiana. I can assure you that they have greater familiarity with the menu at Per Se than they do with hiring and management practices of the New York City school system.

That hasn’t deterred Brown, who now flacks for Students First, a front organization funded by the mayor himself, from joining the fray as a well compensated “concerned parent.”

The result is Big Lie journalism, a form of journalism that was heretofore associated with totalitarian regimes that believed that the truth was what they said it was.

Another characteristic of our Orwellian city is the mayor’s claim that we now have a government that demands and gets accountability.

In fact, gentle reader, it’s really quite the opposite. It’s all counter-intuitive you see. If you work within the school system you find that there is no accountability above the level of the classroom teacher.

And it’s not exclusively about the non-existent hiring standards that have allowed these awful sexual predators a perch in the classroom.

Just spend some time in the schoolhouse and you notice the molded ergonomic chairs that are cracked and missing arms before they’ve seen their fifth birthday.

I’ve been to about 30 schools over the past two years and can attest that I’ve yet to see a school where these chairs are still in l one piece. When I first started working in the schools almost two decades ago our furniture dated back to the 1920s but it was still in tact.

This past term I taught in a state of the art, drop-dead gorgeous building that opened four years ago. It provided all a teacher could ask for, but when you looked at the pneumatic door closers on the classroom doors you noticed that they were all leaking. Those plastic chairs were broken too.

I like to talk to the workers in the school cafeteria and custodial staff. You get to know a great deal more about the schools’ operation that way. They complained about the lids for re-heating the food that were supposed to be aluminum but were really aluminum colored plastic. The result was they melted all over the food. That never happened in the bad old days.

Another food service worker told me about the commercial rolls of foil that ran out too quickly because they were three pounds lighter than they were supposed to be. That never happened in the bad old days either.

I asked someone in the food vending business to estimate the costs, and he told me that it comes to about $4.50 per roll of missing foil. That doesn’t mean a heck of a lot, to borrow a phrase from The Pajama Game, but 3,000 rolls a week used citywide over thirty-five weeks a year? You do the math.

Last week I made a point of attending my old school’s penultimate graduation ceremony. Jamaica High School, which survived for 121 years, won’t survive the mayor’s ordered closing of the school next year, unless a new mayor grants a reprieve. In the name of accountability this school must die.

You wouldn’t know it from listening to the speeches of our students, many of whom are new arrivals to this country. They were proud to be Jamaica High School graduates, and none of the phony numbers about a failed school could convince them otherwise.

Nancy Giles of the CBS Sunday Morning was the keynote speaker. She wanted to know what the four small schools that are taking Jamaica’s place in the building are accomplishing that couldn’t be accomplished by Jamaica High School? Giles graduated in 77’.

The answer is nothing. If anything, student life, schools sports, the arts and music have suffered with the atomization of the comprehensive high schools.

As I walked into the building through the rear parking lot I noticed that the heavy fire doors that were installed less than two years ago were painted gold metallic. When I spied the bottom of the doors I noticed that the metal had already rusted out and the paint job was an attempt to camouflage the rot.

The brand new rusted doors are the metaphor for mayoral control. I’d like to see Mort Zuckerman deploy his very competent education reporters to investigate these items; just who got the contracts and pocketed the profits, but don’t hold your breath.

That’s because the movers and shakers know that what used to be a “public” that had to be answered to in New York City no longer exists.

This is a city of immigrants – a new peasant class that can be easily ignored. When a school child of Dominican immigrants drowns in Long Beach, or a child of Haitians drowns in Bear Mountain Park, the establishment has little to fear from middle class articulate parents demanding answers and true accountability.

All you need do is gin-up the attacks on the teaching profession and claim that you can turn education around by giving their kids school choice and ridding the city of public schools, and never lose a night’s sleep.

David Foster Wallace gave the commencement speech at Kenyon College in 2005. In this speech, called “This Is Water,” Wallace tried to explain to the graduates what really matters most in life.

Wallace was a gifted and successful novelist.

He contrasted “the default setting” in which most of us live, reacting with frustration, anger, greed, me-first, to a conscious choice about leading a different life with different choices and values.

It is a strangely moving speech, not least because Wallace committed suicide in 2008.

An earlier post linked to an article by Scott Waldman in the Albany Times-Union, in which Waldman pointed out that rankings accurately reflect the socioeconomic status of families in the schools, not the quality of the schools. He asked, what do those school rankings really demonstrate?

This letter came from a superintendent in the area of upstate New York about which Waldman wrote:

 

I am the superintendent of one of the high performing schools Waldman identified. He is, of course, absolutely accurate. The issue has always been poverty–urban, rural, and increasingly, suburban. It is easier and more expedient for politicians and naysayers in general, to attack schools–their costs, their teachers, their calendar, their curriculum–rather than address the root cause of the discrepancies–multi-generational systemic poverty. We have known about the impact of poverty on student achievement for hundreds of years. We have known how standardized test scores are skewed by zip code for years. Even the inventors of standardized testing (in the very early twentieth century) argued that they should be used judiciously because they are so sensitive to environment. I know an urban educator very well, who constantly states that it is not that his kids (grade five) can’t learn–indeed, they have already learned some skills about survival that are much more compelling than their ELA scores. The problem is that the things they have learned can not be reduced to a multiple choice test.

 

David Coleman, the architect of the Common Core and now president of the College Board, once famously said–in a presentation at the New York State Education Department–that as you grow older, you learn that “people really don’t give a s–t what you feel or what you think.” And so students will be reading more “informational text”–not prose, not nonfiction, but “informational text,” which sounds like instruction manuals or textbooks. But it turns out that some very important people think that it matters very much what you feel. They even care what you think. One of them is the celebrated poet ee cummings.

You see, if we learn to think critically, we will think critically about the advice of those who tell us what to do and how to think and when it is appropriate to feel, or not.

“since feeling is first”

e.e. cummings

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

Just when vouchers seemed to be in trouble in the Arizona legislature, Democrat Barbara McGuire changed her vote to preserve this stealth attack on public schools. Blogger David Safier says no one should be surprised by her last-minute switch.

Janet Barresi, the dentist who is Oklahoma’s superintendent of schools, has decided to withdraw from the PARCC testing consortium because of the state’s disastrous experience with online assessment this past spring. Oklahoma’s not ready, she says, doesn’t have the technology, and can’t afford it.

The corporate reform group Stand on Children is disappointed. How will people compare children in Oklahoma to children in Maine if everyone writes their own tests?

Educators in the state are perplexed.

Is Common Core about common standards or common tests?

At a time when many states are taking a second look at the demands of the Common Core and the associated testing, Florida’s Tony Bennett has become even more zealous as a cheerleader for both.

Coach Bob Sikes wonder where his priorities lie: with the needs of Florida or the demands of the Common Core and PARCC.

Oklahoma just announced it was dropping out of PARCC because it cost too much and the state just experienced massive computer glitches in state testing.

Bennett doesn’t care.

Is this about Bennett’s allegiance to Jeb Bush?

Corporate reformers cling passionately to the myth of the New Orleans miracle because it is all they have. The New York City miracle evaporated in 2010 when the State Education Department acknowledged that the state scores were inflated. The DC miracle never happened. The Vallas miracle in Philadelphia vanished on day one. Arne Duncan’s amazing score gains in Chicago disappeared.

All that is left is New Orleans. The media loves to find miracle schools and districts, but anyone who looks beyond the press releases soon discovers that the Recovery School District is the lowest performing district in the state.

So the reformers say, “But look at our gains.”

Mercedes Schneider takes apart those claims here.

George Schmidt was a high school teacher in Chicago who was fired by Paul Vallas for releasing the contents of a standardized test that he was required to administer to his students. Here he responds to a post called “In Defense of Paul Vallas,” written by Diane Fager, who was on Vallas’ staff in Chicago.

Schmidt writes:

By the middle of the 20th Century, reporters were trained to check for accuracy, not to simplify reality into “two sides to every story” stuff.

“If your mother says she loves you, check it out!” was a motto of reporting that came out of Chicago.

It’s a compliment to Diane Ravitch’s blog that Paul Vallas dispatches one of his former minions to blow smoke into the eyes of people taking a closer look at the actual Vallas record.

Diane Fager’s versions of the wonders of the Paul Vallas record typifies the way in which Vallas has always tried to manipulate the media. He does it by working directly himself or through surrogates, often former subordinates like Fager. When I read the original anonymous testimonial, I thought it came from Cozette Buckney; Phil Hansen is no longer available to sing Vallas’s praises because he’s dead… The Vallas fan club has been around (and usually well compensated) for a long long time.

One of the wonderful things about the educational leadership career of Paul Vallas was how intensely he worked the press.

From the day he was announced as the mayor’s choice (because of his “business acumen” ????) to head Chicago’s schools (Vallas’s actual private sector business experience had been at his family’s suburban restaurant; his other work was overseeing patronage as Chicago’s Mayor’s Budget Director, the job he had before he became the Business Roundtable’s choice for the first CPS CEO), Vallas was intense about his publicity stuff.

Reporters who wrote (or spoke) even a line that wasn’t to Vallas’s liking would either hear from him directly (often in late night phone calls) or from a well-paid surrogate (as in the present case). Those who asked him impertinent questions (or who laughed at the absurdity of his claims and hypeactive posings) usually got the “I’ll get back to you on that…” stumper that was patented here in Chicago. Those of us who actually published the facts about Vallas’s regime (most famously for me, the actual content of the CASE tests Vallas had spent millions of dollars on in Chicago) could expect enormous pressure (in my case, a million dollar “copyright infringement” lawsuit and termination for “copyright infringement…”) and usually (as in the case of Grady Jordan, who wrote about Vallas’s racism) slanders or worse.

One day, the Paul Vallas event will become a case study for reporters to study in school, just as the Harvard Business School uses case studies. But for now the whole spin cycle is still spinning, so we’ll have to continue adding to the portfolio now that the Connecticut courts have added a new chapter.

For the rest of the USA, Paul Vallas is the first reason to quarantine anything or anyone emerging from Chicago as a “school reformer.”

But there is a fine history to all this…

And since Diane Ravitch is a historian first, it’s fun to do the history here in the present tense.

Paul Vallas became “Chief Executive Officer” of Chicago’s public schools in 1995, as soon as the (Republican majority) Illinois General Assembly had passed the “Amendatory Act of 1995” beginning “Mayoral Control” of large, largely minority urban school systems. The Amendatory Act was the beginning of it all, and Paul Vallas was the first of the non-educators to get the top job of reforming public education.

Even before Vallas took over the public schools of Chicago, he was spinning his narrative with the help of certain reporters who had opted for good storytelling over accuracy and boringly checked-out facts.

I remember the Chicago Sun-Times, in an early “Who is Paul Vallas?” story, quoting Vallas’s Mom — yes, his mother — about how hard he worked at high school football because our humble hero was not very talented but always substituted hard work and grit for whatever… That motherly endorsement came as if that, for some reason, was why he should, with no education experience (but with a long record as a Democratic Party and City Hall hack), become the head of the nation’s third largest school system.

This episode is just the latest in one version of the Vallas Spin. Testimonials.

The other (which has probably happened, but Our Pal Paul is too humble — and/or too busy busy busy — to go directly to Diane Ravitch…) is to call the person making the original report.

By the time Vallas’s star was rising in Chicago, the media were in decline. Chicago’s City New Bureau (for decades the training ground for reporters in Chicago) was terminated. No longer would reporters (from famous ones like Mike Royko and Kurt Vonnegut to the average street reporter) be taught that reporting began and ended with accuracy under the famous motto: “If your mother says she loves you, Check it Out!” No, by the time Vallas was creating his clip files, a reporter could quote Vallas’s mother with a straight face and not have an editor send her back to basic training! By the time Vallas was finally dumped by Mayor Daley in May – June 2001, even the Vallas media manipulation machine had worn out its welcome and Vallas’s frenetic phone calls to favored reporters weren’t taken as a good thing any longer. Also, some of the reporters who had done Vallas’s dirty work (based on “inside” dirt against Vallas’s enemies) were also leaving the business. (I go once a year to spit on the monument to one of those guys, a reporter who turned pundit and ended his career disgraced by the number of times he ran Vallas’s slanders as his own words in the Sun-Times…).

Vallas was out in Chicago in July 2001. He told the press he was going to relax and spend some time with the kids, maybe play a little baseball blah blah blah. At the time, I told people it was really sad for Vallas to pull that one on his own kids, since it was clear he was already looking to make a political bed for himself in Illinois or Chicago. Sure enough, within a few months, Paul Vallas was running for the Democratic Party nomination for Governor of Illinois. During that time, we published an extensive refutation of just about every claim Vallas was making, including a resume padding (he claimed “teaching” experience he never had and that stuff about eye glasses) and some typical tall tales (nobody ever saw that “600 page…” thingy Vallas supposedly authored, for example, just as nobody has ever seen evidence of this claim by Vallas’s person here that Paul was a “historian”)…

Anyway, we’ve reprinted some of those old articles at http://www.substancenews.net this week just so readers in 2013 could note that had people been paying attention to the accuracy of the facts in 2002 (and before, as we published them in Substance) maybe Philadelphia, New Orleans, and now Bridgeport would not have spent hundreds of thousands of dollars (or more) on the Vallas Hoax. But the method hasn’t changed, as we can see here. A humble saint Paul Vallas is, whose entire life has been dedicated to the children, Paul Vallas’s has. Often in history these kinds of versions of reality get treated unkindly in fiction. I’m thinking of Gradgrind in “Hard Times” or so many of the others satirized by Charles Dickens. But Paul Vallas and his Vallasizations of reality (as well as the “Vallas Method”, most recently exemplified here) are still costing public school districts dollars and time. So it’s worth returning to a story about which the facts have long been clear.

“If your mother says she loves you, check it out!” still holds.