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NYS Commission of Education

Saturday, September 12th, 2009

This last summer the NYS Board of Regents appointed a new Commission of Education, Dr. David Milton Steiner. Below is a quote from Dr. Steiner in re to the topic of my Sept. 9 blog.

New York has consistently led the nation in raising academic standards, and it may well be time to do it again,” Steiner said.

He also targeted the state’s 92% average passing rate on a teacher certification test, which state schools chancellor Merryl Tisch highlighted in a recent Daily News op/ed. “Now, we have extraordinary teachers in New York, don’t misunderstand me,” he said. “Nevertheless, it seems to me that a gateway certification test that has that high a pass rate should give us pause, and we need to take a look at that.”

Sounds like more of “same old, same old”.

Of course Dr. Steiner comes with impeccable credentials.

First he was, primarily, raised in Great Britain where he went to private school excepting for one year when he attended PS41 in NYC. Therefore he never had to put up with bullies trying to steal his lunch money or unruly classmates that required his teachers’ attention thus taking away from classroom instruction time. (Unless, of course it was Hogworth’s in which case he will need all the magic he can muster.) He then graduated with his BA and MA in philosophy, politics and economics from Balliol College at Oxford University and finished up by getting his PHD in political science from Harvard University. All of which certainly qualified him for absolutely nothing but further work in academia and allowed him the credentials to apply for grants. Additionally, like all academics, he published a few books to survive in the hallowed halls.

Then from 1999 to 2004 Dr. Steiner was a professor at Boston University’s School of Education where he taught in the Department of Administration, Training and Policy Studies and the Department of Curriculum and Teaching. I wonder how many of his students were forced to take his courses in order to graduate, how closely he had to hew to curriculum set forth by an outside agency, how long he spent creating lesson plans, writing and correcting tests, and explaining his grading to parents? He then moved to Hunter College where his main concern seems to have been in teaching prospective teachers to teach. I assume these were not any of the 8% that failed the teacher certification test.

(This latter position seems to have been one of the strong points in gaining him the Commissioner’s job since Steiner developed a curriculum at Hunter from 2005 to 2008 that supposedly improved teacher training. Inasmuch as it takes at least 5 years for a new teacher to “prove out” I would be interested to see if this methodology actually holds up and how many of those trained by it are, in fact, good teachers. Since education innovation takes time to work or not, only time will tell whether this experiment is a real breakthrough or just another of those failed novelties dreamed up in the Ivory Tower of academia. Likewise, this “experiment” was, like most of done in the field of education, hardly scientific in that there were no control groups or blind testing.)

My main point is this: Steiner is just one of a long line of educational administrators who are in charge of NYS education and have never spent an iota of time in the classroom. Or, if they have, have been either unhappy in their role of teacher or dismissed from their position. As such they and their ilk have absolutely no idea what is it like to teach. Nor do they realize the problems that teachers have to overcome; from poor parental support, apathy on the part of students, and asinine administrative directives just to being to impart knowledge to their students. Until those in charge of education realize that they need input from teachers in the field, the system will flounder and only succeed in spite of the people at the top, not because of them.

Education and Testing

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

Ok, school’s started so enough with golf and lawn mowing, time for more important stuff like rounding up all the urchins and getting them wedged back into school soon enough so they can be taught for the Regents’ test. For those of you that need information on NYS Regents exams, see my latest book Minimum Competency where I give an extensive history of these exams. (If you don’t have the book, buy one at IUniverse.com, Amazon.com, BarnesandNobel.com, eBay or have your friendly local bookstore order one for you.) At any rate, I was one of those teachers that happened to have liked the idea of these state-wide exams, depending on how they were used.

First they keep teachers and schools on task and up to minimum levels. A teacher has to teach the curriculum not concentrate on one area where he or she feels most comfortable with. An English teach can’t teach just Shakespeare, for example, ignoring literature. Or a history teacher just concentrate on wars because they kept their students interested but has to create interest in the causes and effects. A math teacher can’t emphasize algebra and leave out trigonometry because they feel out of depth with it. A teacher has to be able to get across every aspect of their level or go back to school to become competent in it. Likewise, testing results are a good indication as to where a particular student falls in relation to others in the state. This allows schools of higher learning as well as employees to know what level of knowledge these students have achieved no matter where they learned it. At the same time it allows teachers at the next level to know that the students coming to them have reached a certain plateau in their knowledge—although, admittedly they forgot most of it over the intervening summer—so they have a starting point for the next level. Finally, it gives the students a feeling of confidence just knowing they not only have reached a certain level but are on a par with their peers at that level.

There is a bad side as well. Primarily this comes from reading into the test results things that are not there. For one thing, poor scores are not necessarily indicative of poor teaching or poor learning. Not all students learn at the same rate any more than all of them grow and mature alike. To say that once a student completed a single year in, say algebra at age 14, doesn’t mean they learned everything in that course. Maybe the child needed more time, a different teaching method or outside incentive. A failure in one or the other of these exams may simply mean there needed to be more and/or alternative teaching. Noneducators (by these I mean anyone outside the classroom either administrators, state ed department functionaries, or parents) tend to jump to the wrong conclusion when looking at test scores and blame them on either teachers or students when there can be outside influences to poor scores. These influences include, but are not limited to: a bad test, the testing of material outside the acceptable content of the curricula, the wrong students (or teacher) being expect to learn (or teach) that subject at that point in time.

Even more of a problem is the thinking by those in the Ivory Tower of the Educational Department that not everyone should be able to pass a particular test. But if these tests are designed correctly then all of the students should be able to achieve whatever is considered the minimum score. In other words, if a test is fair then all the students should pass it. While, granted, all don’t, if they or at least a substantial number of them do, then so be it. The problem is that this isn’t the case. Some in the upper echelons of education has recently decided that because the state’s schools are showing marked improvement on the elementary Language Arts, Math and Science exams that these exams are becoming too easy. Maybe it’s time they decide what it is they want; educated students or lower marks. Obviously if, in the beginning, a standard was set then it should remain. Unfortunately too, many people in Albany have too much time to sit around and think of ways to make themselves important at the expense of those in the trenches.

Regents’ Exams or standardized tests are great if they are used correctly. Unfortunately, what is failed to be recognized is that these tests are being taken by many square pegged children who cannot and should not, be fitted into a nice round hole. While it is fairly easy to test to see if every Buick rolling off the assembly line will start, there is not sure way to be sure that every algebra student can graph a straight line. Also, while starting a Buick may be important to its function, graphing a straight line may not be to that child. What should be done are for someone—preferably teachers with classroom experience in the field working with those outside the educational system—to decide what is needed and what the minimum standards should be. Then design a curriculum around these standards and work up testing that, while checking for perfection in the topic, will allow all those who meet these standards to “pass”. Once this test is tweaked so these standards are met, leave it alone and allow children and teachers to move passed them at the student’s rate, even if it means taking more (or less) time than noneducators think it should. That will make testing meaningful.

My Novel

Monday, April 27th, 2009

Ok, folks, it is finally done and published–second week of May. Below is the opening of chapter 1. If you want more you have to buy it, just follow the link or contact me at my email address.

It was not a good Monday morning for Moses Barkman. Sunday night’s rain had screwed up the reception on his satellite dish and, when that finally cleared, the pay-per-view, no holds barred, smack down, WWE wrestling match he had ordered was partly over. By the time the rerun started, he was almost through the first six-pack of Premium Genesee Beer and, since he could not remember who won or lost the bout, he had to stay up and watch the whole damn thing again on the rerun. This meant consuming a second, and his final, six-pack. Now, the combination of the late night and cheap beer was not making for an especially pleasant morning. To make matters worse, his welfare check had arrived in last Friday’s mail and, since it was Monday, it meant it was about time he got to town to cash it. While he could have had the check directly deposited, he was not one to trust any damn bank to handle his money; he wanted the cash in his hands. Besides, a trip to town and the cash would at least give him a chance to restock his supply of Camels, Genny and Slim Jims at the Stop ‘N Go.

Moses lived about three miles from the center of Snyder’s Corners at the end of a single-lane, dirt road. The area around him was mostly second growth timber that, after having been logged a number of times, had now reached the point where anything that was worth cutting was long gone. Maybe in another hundred years, if there were no major infestations of gypsy moth larvae or other exotic insects, it might merit harvesting again. Not that Moses minded. Since the land had been logged over and was not near any kind of fishable stream or lake, the land was worthless to outsiders that might buy it up for delinquent back real estate taxes. Moses was a prime candidate for this, since he had not paid his real estate taxes–school or county–for five years.

As long as his rural road was not snow-covered–a common factor in the winter months–it normally took five minutes for Moses to drive his Ford pickup to town, including a stop at the mailbox located where this dirt road met New York State Route 618. Today, however, it was going to take a bit longer since deer season was only a couple of weeks away and Moses wanted to check a piece of cover for deer-sign on the way. This one area in particular had a small run-down apple orchard next to a shallow pond that made it ideal deer habitat. Moses had considered putting up a tree stand in one of the apple trees assuming there was enough encouraging deer-sign around to make it worthwhile–of course, too, that would have meant that he have to find wood, nails and the ambition to build the stand. Of the three, the latter was decidedly lacking.

So he decided he would just check the cover and, if he found anything, file it away for later use. This examination did create one more problem for him, however, because in order to check the cover thoroughly he would have to park his truck on the shoulder of Route 618 and walk down a deer path for about a hundred yards through overgrown brush and blackberry brambles. This was nothing Moses was especially fond of doing on even a good day much less one when he was still feeling the effects of the previous evening. Given his hangover, he was in no condition for bushwhacking and would have been content to stay in the truck and do a visual check from there.

He was considering his options when he arrived at the pull off spot and was leaning toward ignoring it when he noticed that the path leading to the clearing showed signs of recent use. Brush, primarily the golden rod and sumac on either side of the path, was mashed down, a clear indication that something big had used the path sometime over the weekend. Getting out of the truck, Moses closely inspected the ground for deer tracks but could not see any. This was not surprising since, while as Moses, with his scraggy beard, oily baseball cap, flannel shirt and bib overalls looked like a central casting type of mountain man, he was anything but an expert outdoorsman. His appearance had more to do with lack of hygiene and apathy about wardrobe than any attempt to fill any role. Not that his tracking ability or lack thereof would have made any difference since, had there been tracks, they would not have survived the previous night’s rain. However, he did know that if deer had used the path and if one had been a buck, there was a good chance of spotting antler rubs on some of the scrub brush along the way. Therefore, hangover or no, a hike to the pond was unavoidable.

As he went further down the path, checking both sides for rubs, he could not help but notice there was an increasingly larger amount of disturbed brush as he went further from the road. Even with his nominal amount of experience, he could see that something big had taken place within the last day or two. Excited, he figured he had better check closer to the little pond, in case a couple of bucks had fought in the clearing. Someplace in his distant past, Moses had read in an outdoor magazine about these duels and how often the bucks could get their antlers locked together.

Now wouldn’t that be somethin’? Moses thought, ignoring his pounding head and increasing his pace in anticipation.

As he neared the clearing beside the pond, Moses found the shortest route blocked by a mass of brambles. In a hurry and rather than go around he decided to push his way straight through, which is how he put is foot right in the middle of the dead man’s chest.

Minimum Competency is the title and available through the link or from Amazon, Barnes and Nobel or me–unless you can talk your local bookseller into stocking it. :-)

Goodbye to the “Kicker”

Wednesday, January 14th, 2009

When you get to my age one of the first things you read in the morning paper—usually between the crossword puzzle and the sport’s page—are the obits. It is one of those habits that has gradually taken on a life of its own, done without thought on my part, a habitual search for something. Sort of like standing in front of the refrigerator door and not really knowing why you’re there. It does, however, have some merit. I do gain some information, usually about the life of a former acquaintance, colleague or maybe the wife of some guy I bowled against. Most are lives well lived and deaths that aren’t unexpected. Most, that is, except when I come across an obit of one of my former students. While accidents can happen to people at any age, when they die of one or the other of those maladies of “old age” it comes as a shock to me. How could it be that kids I knew when they were in their late teens be old enough to have become victims of one or the other of those things that should be taking out my generation?

That happened last week: A former student, age 61, died of a heart attack. It doesn’t seem possible.

Now this isn’t the first time this has happened, not even the first time in the last month. It is not that he was a special student, so gifted in some learned way that he was bound for greatness. In fact, if truth be told, he was an indifferent student in my math class. Nor was he an especially old and dear friend that I‘d had a close post-high school relationship with. (Although, this being a small place, in later years we both sold items in a local craft cooperative.) No, the thing that made him special was the memories that, seeing his obit, came back to me. You see, he was the first “kicker”.

(Disclaimer: I’m going by memory and not going back to look up dates but, given his age at death and the fact that he would have been 17 or 18 as a high school senior, I’m guessing he played football in the early to mid1960’s.)

In the 1960’s high school football in this area was entirely different than it is now. For one thing teams played in leagues that were geographically set up for all sports (male only, by the way) and not football specific divisions arranged according to the size of the schools to allow for a maximum of divisional “champions” (routinely with 2 -1 but overall losing records). In addition there were no sectional or state playoffs. A school played six or seven league games plus one or two nonleague ones for practice. In our case, we were in a seven-team league and played 8 games: six in the league and two nonleague, the second of which was traditionally played as the last game of the season against Greene. (This made no sense inasmuch as Greene had then, as it does now, about half again as many students as we did. This game was a traditional David vs. Goliath match in which Goliath not only won but inflicted a great deal of damage to David’s players.) In short, our high school team had three goals at the beginning of each season: win the league, go undefeated and beat Greene. Success at any one would be considered a good season. All three would make the team immortal. In the 60’s it was rare for any one of the three to happen. (Another might have been, given the limited number of male athletes, to come out of the Greene game with enough healthy players to field a basketball team.) One final difference: with school traditionally starting on the Wednesday after Labor Day, this was also the first day of football practice—July and August were for other things.

Aside from the above, things were pretty much the same then as now. Boys followed their fathers on to the gridiron. Families and friends gathered on Saturday to watch games—only one team in the league had lights and played on Fridays. It was a small town team from a small town school where games were played on real grass fields which; given multiuse, turned into quagmires in the rain and, at least once per season, snow. It was a game where boys became men and the men who fathered them didn’t think they knew more than the coach because they watched three or more pro games per week. And, oh yeah, there wasn’t much foot in football.

There were a couple of rules that prevented this. First, the point-after touchdown (PAT) could be scored by either kicking through the uprights, or moving the ball over the goal line with a run or successful pass. Either way, it was worth only a single point. Second, if a team gave up the ball by either punt or field goal try, the ball went to the defensive team either where they recovered it or, if it crossed the goal line and stayed there, at the 20-yard line. This latter rule meant that, as long as you had a kicker that could get it high enough early enough and kick it far enough, a field goal try was as good as a punt. That it was worth 3 points wasn’t a consideration since no one was that accurate anyway and failure to score was not consider a bad thing. With these two options for the kicking game, there wasn’t much call for a player that specialized in place kicking. If one came along and the coach recognized him, fine, otherwise kicking was an afterthought at best. That is until the first real kicker came along.

The story at the time was that it was his father’s idea and, given his closeness to his Dad, the father probably was responsible, maybe even pushed him into it. Nonetheless, the son practiced in the backyard kicking over telephone lines; against the neighbor’s house, whenever he could. He might not have been diligent about his school work, but he was about his kicking and, by the time he reached high school, he was good at it. Now this wasn’t some foreign, soccer style, sidewinder kind of kicking. It was straight ahead, Lou Groza style kicking: get behind the ball, line it up and boot it straight through. He was, for a high school player, able to hit them accurately from the 30-yard line in and rarely missed a PAT. In short, for that time and place he was a pioneering wonder, a specialist, and, because the coach wasn’t afraid to use him, a winner of football games. Touchdowns became a sure 7 points and fourth downs inside the 20 turned into 3. The team won games by slim margins, even beat Greene. Strangers showed up to watch and local sport’s writers took notice, sport’s page stories were written. Sure, he would have been more than an adequate football player as a back and defensive player but as a kicker, he was special. He also begat a culture whereby in the ensuing years the team had a series of kickers the like of which no local team has produced. Coaches changed and the kicking style changed but the kickers kept turning up, some good enough to continue on to the next level. So long is the list that, when the latest kicker was written up by a local paper, the writer failed to know the history and succession of kickers so the original wasn’t even acknowledged.

Maybe that’s why I’m writing this. Maybe it is because I remember standing behind an end zone on a crisp fall day and watching a 30-yarder off his toe, arcing high, tumbling end-over-end and splitting the uprights. Maybe it is because I remember this and think others should as well. Remembering that there was a time when things began and, when all is said and done, those who were there first should be remembered. RIP George Genung, you were the “kicker”.

Thinking about going back

Thursday, October 12th, 2006

Teaching that is. Now that it has been suggested that teachers be armed, I’m all in favor of it. Just think, if those kids are fooling around in the back of the room, I could just fire a couple of shots over their heads–that would get their attention. And the guy sleeping in the corner–fire one shot into the floor while holding a Glock right next to his ear–that would keep him alert for the rest of the period. Of course, it might make for some interesting confrontations in the hall, what with both the students and teachers packing heat, and the cafeteria might turn into the OK Corral if food fights broke out.

Of course, I’m kidding. Elwyn Monahan, the idiot that thought this up is several sandwiches and a bowl of potato salad shy of a picnic. In fact, this is probably the least thought out, most knee jerk idea, that has come up in education since the No Child Left Behind legislation. I hope to hell some politician doesn’t take it up and get it enacted.

Brainiac

Friday, October 6th, 2006

Yesterday, while waiting for my car to have new brakes put on, I spent some time in the Barnes and Nobel bookstore. This is a bad thing for me as I pick up a book, get interested in it and end up buying it—I guess this is why they allow this kind of thing. At any rate, I started (and purchased) Ken Jennings’ Brainiac.

In case you have forgotten, Jennings is the guy who won a bazillion dollars on Jeopardy! between 2003 and 2005. His book is about his experience getting on the game show as well as about trivia in general and the gaming that goes on concerning it. It is a good read. Jennings writes well and is so self-effacing that he makes what could be a dull subject interesting and humorous. It is nice to find someone who understands that knowing a bunch of facts, while a great pallor trick, does not necessarily a sign of intelligence. In fact, he admits that while he may know a fact it doesn’t mean he knows anything about it.

It reminded me of, back in my teaching days, taking part in the selection of students to participate in a team contest called “Academic Challenge” where our local high school team would represent us in a statewide competition. The basis for being chosen had to do with the ability of students to recognize and rapidly recall “facts”, often before the questioner had finished giving the clue. The unfortunate part of this was that other students seemed to think that this kind of memorization/recall represented learning. I would guess it was sort of like our thinking that someone’s ability to throw a ball or score points in an athletic contest makes one a superior person worth idolizing. In both cases, this ability to excel in one area is not anything more than that: the ability to excel in one area. Reading Jennings’ book, as well as the many sport star exposés, should help make this clear.

On the other hand, if you just want a good book to curl up with, read it any way. He has some real interesting trivia sprinkled throughout the pages.

Teaching/Adminstration

Thursday, June 22nd, 2006

I learned the other day that one of the people I used to teach with is leaving the classroom for an administration job. This is too bad since he is an excellent teacher who always has a positive effect on his students; the children that will not have this influence in the coming years are going to be poorer for it.

One of the unfortunate things about education is that in order to get ahead money-wise, a teacher has either to leave the profession or go into administration. If the teacher is a poor one, this isn’t a calamity(in fact, it may be a blessing), but in cases like the above, it is tragic for both the students and the system as a whole. Of course, one could go back to that old chestnut about teachers shouldn’t be in it for the money but should be dedicated to their students. Bull! Dedication doesn’t put food on the table nor get your kids through college. The time comes for many good, dedicated teachers when the needs of their families outweigh the needs of their students and many make the decision to either move up or out to improve their income.

The unfortunate thing is that moving into administration is not going to be satisfactory for most really good teachers. Primarily they lose the one thing they are best at, contact with and teaching of youngsters. Whereas in the classroom one sees the good and bad students and, often, can change the latter into the former; as an administrator, one deals only those with problem students—if they see students at all. Any contact an administrator has with the good students is brief and results from the work of someone else. Eventually, as the exteacher loses contact with the classroom and students, he/she also loses the empathy they had with their colleagues and moves into an adversarial position in re to their teachers. This leads to a “me vs. them” position. The administrator forgets that his/her job is to work with teachers to facilitate the education of students and, instead, buys into a bottom line, numbers game in which the administrator takes credit for the good results and comes down on the staff for poor ones. Student/teacher relationships are forgotten about in a battle to hold down costs and improve test scores.

In my 35 years of teaching plus growing up in a home where my dad went from teacher to administrator, I have seen this happen often enough to generalize. My dad, who was the top man in a small school district, always considered himself lucky in that, because to the school’s size, he was able to teach one class per semester—health—to either freshmen or seniors. It kept him in touch with his classroom roots, the students, and a bit of satisfaction that he would have missed. Maybe this should be a model for all school districts.

Daily Teacher Development

Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006

From the Norwich, NY Evening Sun, 3/21/06

Oxford compromises with alternate plan

OXFORD – Openness and compromise proved to be successful approaches Monday night at an Oxford Academy meeting to discuss the implementation of a “Professional Learning Period” for teachers in the district.
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The goal of the professional planning period is to allow teachers to collaborate with each other every day at all grade levels, ensuring that while their curriculum may be different, the goals for each student should remain the same. “We need to give our teachers time to get better, to share a wealth of knowledge on a daily basis,” said (Oxford Academy and Central School District Superintendent Randall) Squier. “Only meeting twice a year makes it hard to sustain things.”

Squier strongly believes that in light of high dropout rates in the district and stricter state policies making a Regents diploma mandatory, the development period will be conducive to better teaching, better learning and better students.

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Things sure have changed in education, and not all of it for the best. The latest is occurring at the local school where they are now going to schedule faculty get-togethers after school to talk about students. They are calling it “Professional Learning Period”. When I taught, we called it “coffee in the faculty room before/during/after school”.

It would start first thing in the morning when we would arrive early for school. Everyone would gather in the faculty room for coffee and the talk, generally, would get around to our students and what we were able to—or not—do with them. Some of it would be serious, some would be griping, but everyone had some input and common problems were shared and solved. Often, these conversations would continue back in the faculty room during free periods, lunch or, briefly, after school. If there were a real problem or someone had an individual question, we’d meet outside on a one-on-one conversation. We shared information and, usually, the students were better off for it. What was discussed in the faculty room, mostly, stayed there.

Now, apparently that has changed, something I could see happening when I retired in 1994.

I think it started when, for better or worse, they banned smoking in the school. Many of those teachers still hooked on the habit stopped coming in to the faculty room and spent more time off campus getting their fix. This reduced both the numbers and the amount of time some members spent with the group.

Then, too, the administration tended to discourage these gatherings, figuring they were, somehow, subversive and making it look like the teachers had nothing else better to do than sit around drinking coffee and talking—the old PR thing. (OK, we trashed the administration too, but in a good, morale boasting, way.) This is interesting in light of the fact that the powers to be are now trying to schedule this kind of thing, which given the “horse to water” aspect of specific scheduled sessions will probably not work as well. For one thing, without the administrators being around, teachers tend to open up without the fear of reprisal for admitting they aren’t able to succeed in certain areas.

Coupled with the above, there was less inclination by those in charge to rig the staff’s schedules so teachers within the same subject area or grade level where given free periods together. Even a common lunch hour was done away with as more teachers were assigned lunch duties and the time for eating lunch as a group was shortened. Consequently, teachers just did not see as much of each other.

Finally, and more significantly, teachers were becoming more reclusive. I don’t know whether this was because of the increased work load, fear of seeming inadequate, or just a combination of the three things above, but more and more of the staff enter the school, go to their classroom, and stay there until it was time to leave. Aside from seeing them in the hall or at faculty meetings, there were colleagues that never shared their problems or questions on curriculum. Some seemed to go out of their way to isolate themselves from the rest of the staff, even blowing off the periods when teachers with the same interests could get together.

When I first began teaching, one of the bits of advice my father gave me was that if I was having problems with students, curriculum or getting things across to my students, go to the faculty room and talk about them with more experienced teachers. Chances were good that they would have had the same problems and could offer help. Dad had taught and administrated for over twenty-five years at this point and his advice worked for me. It’s too bad that those entering the teaching ranks aren’t getting the same guidance and, consequently, have to be forced into some sort of institutionalized form of give and take to accomplish the same thing.

Well, Duh

Tuesday, February 14th, 2006

One of those things I’ve noted in life is that being educated does not necessarily make one intelligent. This was brought home again by the NYS Commissioner of Education’s response to the latest statistical report on percentage of ninth grade students who graduate in five years. Guess what? Not only isn’t it 100%, it is dropping, and Commissioner Richard Mills is surprised!! Somehow, I’m not.

First, there is a hardcore of teenagers that, regardless of what you do for them and how much you “preach’ the importance of getting an education, will not stay until graduation. They just can’t hold still for school. They think they have to be out there, be it making minimum wage flipping burgers to pay for their car or just hanging around on a street corner picking up money in unconventional and criminal ways. Many of these children are intelligent but just can’t see school as taking them where they want to go and no kind of special programs or guidance is going to turn them around. As long as there is somewhere an open door whereby, once they see the error of their ways, these dropouts can come back and at least get their GED that is about the best hope we can offer them. There is no way in hell we’re going to keep them in school and their numbers are something that will always be part of the educational system.

The second group of dropouts comes from a group that gets discouraged because they see the work as just too hard for them and do not have the support necessary—primarily from home—or lack the self-esteem to achieve success. These kids fall through the cracks, cracks made wider by the raising of standards over the last few years. I’m not talking here about those children who lack the basic intelligence to be educated or are, in some way, mentally handicapped—they get a lot of extra help—but rather those who could be educated but have needs that are not being met by the system. Usually this help has to come in the form of individual teachers who care, beginning when these students are preschoolers and continuing until they graduate. This kind of help means smaller classes and more teachers from Head Start through high school. The trouble is this is expensive and, because these students are not obviously in need of it, the money is not easy to come by. The fact that some of these children actually do not drop out is more of a testament to their willingness to succeed and the devotion of a few dedicated teachers willing to go above and beyond, than anything the education system currently does in the way of dropout prevention.

What Mills and his ilk—most of whom have never spent a day in the education system beyond their own education, which obviously was successful—fail to see is that the raising of standards is pushing this second group of children out of the schoolhouse door. Frankly I, for one, am getting tired of those in higher places blaming the lack of achievement in our schools on the system itself and, more pointedly, on those doing the teaching, without placing blame on themselves. Like high jumpers who drop out as the bar is raised, new heights are being set that students can no longer reach without either new techniques that will allow them to jump higher or, at least, a box so that will bring them closer to the top of the bar. Through lack of funds or, worse still, cuts, especially at the federal level, teachers and the education system are unable to meet the individual needs of students who lack the necessary home support and self-esteem to succeed.

It is not a case of throwing money at a problem and hoping that will solve it. That hasn’t worked in New Orleans or in Iraq. What is needed is to put the money where it will do the most good and this requires more input, not from the ivory towers in Albany and Washington, but at the teacher level. Instead of blaming teachers for the problem, it may be time ask them to provide a solution. Trust me, after 35 years in the trenches I know that if solutions are going to be found, it has to come from this level. Until and unless, those in power allow classroom teachers to help address the problem, the percentage of ninth graders who do not last until graduation will increase.

GW and Science

Sunday, February 5th, 2006

It would seem that while GW is calling for more engineers to teach science, he isn’t paying all that much attention to it anyway.