McCarthy’s Law #160

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Recently, Indianapolis House member Bob Benhing (do I even need to add the political party designation?) filed a bill which was, for all intents and purposes, a reaction to the statewide announcement that graduation rates had increased…quite a lot, actually.

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Benhing’s specific beef is with the state’s widespread use of waivers which allow kids who fail what was once called the ISTEP (now euphemistically called the ECA or “End of Course Assessment”) to still earn a diploma with the help of teacher recommendations, grades, and other evidence which demonstrates competence.  Benhing’s assertion is that, without the glut of waivers, Indiana’s graduation rate would have been below 80% instead of the almost 86% reported in 2011.

On the one hand, let’s be fair.  If we’re talking about setting the bar high and expecting people to meet a set of standards.  From this point-of-view, all the kids who work hard and earn stellar GPA’s have the right to walk across the podium, and take their diploma knowing that they achieved something that didn’t come easy.  The argument from this side is that, watching kids who “under-performed” also earn a diploma diminishes, and maybe even cheapens, the entire effort.  If that sounds a little too hyperbolic (something I get accused of being all the time for some strange reason), then it at the very least seems to undermine the point of even spending the money on a standardized test to begin with.

I also see Benhing’s point from this angle, too: Who among us would want to be rescued from a Pakistani terrorist compound by a group of Navy Seals with a 98% graduation rate?  Who would want to watch an NFL or MLB team that kept almost 100% of the players who tried out for the squads?  Remember what happened to the pitching in the MLB every time the league expanded?  Would Harvard be Harvard if it accepted everyone who applied?  Would Congress be what it is if we just accepted everybody who wanted to serve there…?  Okay…that last one was a bad analogy, but you get Benhing’s point…thus far.

All of this, thus far, makes great sense, and raises incredibly valid points.  As an AP teacher, specifically I love the idea of setting a high marker and watching people epically struggle along the order of An Officer and a Gentleman to reach it (however, I cannot quite set that bar as high as I wish because of the time limitations of the seven-period day which I mentioned recently in this post).

All of this is a great argument when we’re talking about watching professional athletes, or praying for salvation from elite Special Forces.

But we’re talking about kids, here.  Kids.

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Speaking at our 2010 graduation ceremony.

And that, my friends, is where the neat and tidy argument hits a major snag.

Let me start with a former student of mine, “Vince” who was not in my AP classes, not in my second-tier honors classes, either.  He was in the class we called “regular” English (a term I have avoid using because it feels like I’m talking about those kids as if they’re a type of gasoline).  He wasn’t the most prolific writer, and he didn’t hit the ball out of the park as a math student, either.  But one talent that kid has was working with motors.  Vince could rebuild an engine with a butter-knife, some chewing gum, and shoelace.  It was enough to make MacGyver jealous.  Once, when one of the cars he was working on lost all five forward gears, he drove it home, half a mile, in reverse.  By the modern definition of the “model” student, Vince is simply not one.  But, if Vince went to school twenty or thirty years ago, no one would have questioned his right to walk across that stage.

That’s the problem I have with this “bar” that we’ve created for graduates, today.  In Vince’s class, I had a dozen kids who could write as well as a neighboring DePauw upper-classman, but I couldn’t think of a second kid at all who could do the things Vince could to an automobile.  In the real world, we all have to take the car to the shop, but how many of us find ourselves needing to take a manuscript to a “writing mechanic”?

Another concern is the nearly pernicious message we’re sending to kids as they move through the system.  We’re going to take a kid who has advanced every grade for a dozen years, and now, just at the end, we’re suddenly going to say, “Sorry, you’re not good enough to be a part of society?”  If we take a young man, one with special needs, one who will never (let’s be honest, here) be responsible for the coolant system in a nuclear reactor, and we say, “You can’t participate in real life…” how does that help society?

So, when it comes to the matter of high school graduation rates, we’re stuck with two conflicting philosophies:  Either we set the bar rigidly high and tell those who fail, “too bad,” or we decide that everyone comes in at different levels with different skill sets, and we make them better at what they are naturally inclined to do.

Are schools information and skill factories designed to produce “products” of equal quality? Or are school places where adults, trained to deal with the adolescent mind, help children from all socio-economic backgrounds adapt to the transition to adulthood, so that they begin the real learning that takes place in adult life?  It’s increasingly clear that people like Benhing, and the ALEC-funded/driven cabal which pays for their world-view, are not really that interested in kids, or in actual “schooling” for that matter.  And even those among them who do care about the quality of schools, must not be aware of how their passions are being exploited by those who writing their agenda for them.

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McCarthy’s Law #159

CFD _159 Cover Icon When I first drew this comic in 2009, education
reform as we in the classroom know it now was still a rumor, a whisper that
brought shudders among us during the passing period.  Thus, the old strip reflects a long-held tone of annoyance about the day-to-life in the traditional seven-period day.  Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever met a single teacher who has ever liked the seven-period day to begin with.

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My colleagues who preceded me seemed to like working with six-hour days (and I remember sitting through a six-class day as a high school freshman in the early ’80s), but the seven-hour variation never quite caught on the same way.

Even then, before all-things-reform came along and transformed the traditional bell schedule into an anachronistic dinosaur, the seven-class day was rife with problems. There were always blood drives, pep sessions, weather delays, guest speakers, and other convocations.  With so many classes crammed and wedged into every spare moment, wiggle-room was non-existent.  Thus when something had to give because, say, the fog was too thick for an early morning start, something did give…a lot of somethings gave.

As a student, the only thing I remember about the traditional bell schedule were the painfully unstable plastic chairs (it seemed like I always sat in the one that was cracked in the middle, the one that pinched my back every time Mr. Dullard’s monotone sent me lounging back into a dazed sprawl), the long lectures, the notes copied off of overhead projectors, and the bells, bells, and more bells.  I remember watching the clock…always watching the clock, counting every second, and praying for any kind of interruption: a sudden convocation, a good fight out in the hallway, a fire, an invasion of Soviet paratroopers, anything.

Before I finally left for college, all my teachers repeated the same mantra: “College is going to be a lot harder than high school.  You’ll never survive if you continue with these study habits.”

As far as the study habits go…yeah, they sort of called that one.  I learned super-fast to shape up, and I did, but I did so for the strangest reason.  First of all, the classes were much more intense, the professors were more prepared for class, and every minute pulsed.  Discussion about Anglo-Saxon poetry, a cross section of a reverse-fault line, peer-analysis of a second-draft of a research paper…every instant felt like something was at stake, and every class in college felt like a Regan/Gorbachev summit.  But I was able to handle it; actually, I was able to thrive.  The kid who barely graduated from high school went off to college and made the dean’s list every semester he was there.

Why?  The simple answer was time.  I had time to recharge between classes, time to study, time to read, time to write, time to enjoy fifteen minutes of college life, time to eat lunch and have a conversation with my friends.  My professors had time to plan, time to research, time to really know their stuff.  Despite all the warnings of my high school teachers, when I walked back to my dorm after my first day of college (Spanish at 9AM, American Lit at noon, and US history at 2PM) I wasn’t dreading anything.  My thoughts went something like: “Damn! This shit’s easy!”

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This is where I come back to the new version of the old comic strip.  When the reformers invaded, shouting cries such as “No Child Left Behind!” They didn’t really “reform” a damn thing; they never have.  Slashing budgets to the point where schools actually abandoned alternative block and trimester schedules, reverting back to the drudgery of seven classes and fifteen bells didn’t save a single child.  Pavlov had returned to us with his raw meat, and we started drooling once again.

Throwing more tests at the kids, and throwing “improved” teacher evaluation “instruments” at us isn’t school reform.  School reform is about transforming schools from places where we keep kids “busy” all day into havens where we give kids incredible challenges and then tell them to go out and solve them.  School reform happened to me twenty-four years ago.  I lived real reform the instant I walked into Dr. Musick’s Spanish class, and I’m a product of how it really works.

So what are we to make of a “reform” movement which only crams more tasks onto the same old schedule? The one Harper Lee called “The Dewey Decimal System”?  If the reformers demand more testing, more “accountability” without allowing us to make the innovative, radical transformations we need so we can fairly “compete” with the charters and online schools, then what do they really want?  What is their real plan?

 

McCarthy’s Law #158

CFD _158 Cover Icon  When I followed election night last November, like just about every other teacher in Indiana, the race I kept my eye most closely leveled on was the State
Superintendent’s race.  Again, like most of my colleagues statewide, I wanted to
see Tony Bennett go down on a completely visceral level because he was, to
phrase it in the most professional manner possible, a cock-sucking bastard (you
should hear me when I put on my sailor’s cap).  But, I also thought that maybe,
just maybe his defeat might also signal a policy reversal in Indiana…or maybe
a policy slowdown…or at the very least a willingness to say, “Let’s pause on
this disaster we’re creating and ask a few teachers for their ideas.”

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Alas, what is happening instead is tantamount to a “Full steam ahead” approach.  Both the governor and the Indiana General Assembly have said (directly and implicitly) that while the voters may have spoken regarding Bennett, they have also spoken in support of Ed-reform by keeping the governor’s office in GOP hands and enlarging the GOP caucus in the state House of Representatives.
The common motif that ran in polite conversation among friends prior to the election was, “I voted GOP down the ticket…except for Bennett.”  Many of these friends had listened to us (many more even outright asked us who they should vote for), but most people are savvy enough to vote for their own reasons, not simply because their teacher-friends’ complaints suddenly registered.
We’re talking about parents, here.  People who send their own children to schools which are now testing them to death.  People who are sending their kids to an overcrowded elementary school across the county because the neighborhood school was closed down.  They’re paying $12.50 every sports season for “transportation fees,” and they’re paying $85 for AP tests which they once didn’t have to cover.  They’re watching entire departments at the high school disappear, and they’re seeing experienced, qualified teachers walk away to be replaced by youthful but in-over-their-heads crusaders trying to prepare kids for life and college on pure heart and five-week crash-courses in underwater-basket-weaving.
In other words, the election showed us something we’ve always known: people like education reform when it happens “over there,” but they’re not happy when the painful cuts affect their own kids.
Maybe these voters assumed that ridding the Hoosier state of Bennett would bring back the closed schools, end the idiotic fees for floor-wiping and shoe-tying.  More than likely, however, what we saw was more a case of wishful thinking: the notion that, if we sent Bennett packing, the remaining GOP lawmakers would return to Indy wary of making any more radical and sudden educational upheavals.
Of course this begets the question: Why split the ticket? Why vote out one part of the reform equation but keep the other, more powerful, part in place?  A colleague of mine offered a sound explanation, noting that the Ritz/Bennett race was a single-issue vote whereas voting out our state representative meant addressing the other non-negotiable issues GOP voters care about such as abortion and gun control.  This explanation makes plenty of sense to many, but it leaves me trying to unwrangle an awkward paradox because it is both a move I respect and one that strikes me as illogical thinking.
Whatever the mentality may have been, here we are.  Ritz is getting increasingly boxed-in, and the GOP-led reform movement is marching on.  So, now I’m left with one question, and it’s directed to all those good friends of mine who voted out Bennett but kept the rest of the education-reform people in power: What are you prepared to do?
If more schools close, if the budgets resume their shrinkage, if more teachers quit rather than subject themselves to another round of public flogging, if nothing really changes, if it becomes apparent that Ritz has been rendered inconsequential, will you be willing to vote for the other side?  For your child’s school?

McCarthy’s Law #157

CFD _157 Cover Icon A fellow
educator and crusader (and a much more diligent one than myself to boot) posted
this entry in his blog a few weeks ago, and his comments have never left me.  As
you can see if you read it, he discusses a computer-based remediation program
that both reduces the cost of hiring teachers and puts kids through more drill
and kill procedures.

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The superficial rationale (and it’s always superficial) is that this will both allow kids to make up lost credits, and it will benefit the schools by raising tests scores.  As my colleague in New Jersey points out, however, all it really does is keep disadvantaged students out of those classes that we all lived for when we went to school ourselves: the PE classes, art, music, and theater.
I could go a thousand ways at this juncture: Why does the state mandate that we compete with charters and private schools while boxing us in, in terms of scheduling, hours per day, and opportunities to create modern and attractive schedule for the 21st-century kid?  What happened to the efforts to encourage us to be “risk-takers” and to treat our students as stake-holders (especially since that approach was actually producing the sort of “gains” everyone seeks now)?
But, in the end, the one question that I always come back to is: “Who do these people think they are?”  How many of them could have made it through school if their fat, white, rich father-figures had taken away their baseball teams, their art classes, and their musical productions?  How many of them actually remember what it was like to sit in under-sized, hard-angled chairs in seven different classes, always watching the clock?
Kids and adults are alike in many respects, and one way we are all similar is that, when we enjoy working on a project, it doesn’t feel like work, and our performance increases dramatically. It’s the intrinsic need to get better and create a sense of self-fulfillment that Daniel Pink has often written and spoken of.  But, when we hate what we’re doing, then our performance suffers.
Gutting schools of the activities which make them enjoyable doesn’t make schools into thriving, high-performance institutions.  It just turns classrooms into cubicles

McCarthy’s Law #156

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I saw these words on a popular anti-Mitch Daniels/Tony Bennett Facebook page, comments originally posted on indypolitics.org.  As my fictional teachers at McCarthy High imply, Ms. Blacketor’s words are not in touch with what’s really going on.  But what’s more important is that they reflect a pattern of behavior that…

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seems common among appointed governing bodies as opposed to elected ones.  That extra level of buffering from the public, the implicit idea that goes through their minds which says, “I’ll just do what what I want to…who’s going to stop me?” seems to be almost second-nature to appointed governing bodies.  Ms. Blacketor has opted to spin reality to suit her agenda because she can, because the process of removing her and her like-minded followers is not as simple as mass gathering on election night (is it any wonder that governors from both parties in Indiana have sought at different times to make the Indiana Supt. of Public Instruction and appointed position when it suited their needs?).  When we suggest that Ms. Blacketor must be living on Mars on in another universe, we only wish it were that simple.  The truth is, she and her cohorts are all appointed by people who like them, and that’s a galaxy much, much farther away than Mars.

McCarthy’s Law #001: A Remake

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Here is an overdue remake of the first strip for McCarthy’s Law. I feel like I needed to re-create this strip for a few important reasons. First, obviously, is the visual quality of the strip. When I drew #001 in late 2009, I was in a cantankerous mood, I grabbed some nearby blank paper, and vented. I had doodled an occasional educational rant once or twice a year, but it was always the sloppy impromptu sort of thing that the original #001 presents.

The second reason is a bit more complicated. When I first drew #001 my target was very specifically college education departments. Most of this angst stemmed from my own experiences with my school of ed when I was an undergrad, and the gist of that attitude can be summed up as this: If it wasn’t some very good professors in our English department, I wouldn’t have been ready to walk into the classroom. I felt like the education department existed simply to exist. I still vividly remember taking a required “Classroom Technology” course where we learned to use 16mm film projectors, one of those risograph hand-cranked copy makers, and those bizzare heaters which melted and formed overhead projector sheets. The minute I stepped into a real classroom, I never touched any of those contraptions again.

This disconnect from reality which soured my attitude toward schools of education didn’t end with my first college experience. As I went through both license renewal and student-teacher supervision, I discovered that other departments were equally inept and wasteful. Once, for example, my neighboring university sent me a potential student-teacher as part a very early field experience. He stood in front of the class, holding Jane Eyre in one hand and awkwardly gesturing with the other while mumbling incoherently out of the side of his mouth. Every third or fourth sentence was: “So…what do you guys think about that?” When I met his university supervisor, I was frank. He needed a complete overhaul. Someone needed to work on his verbal and nonverbal delivery. He needed to actually read the book (or at least the chapters he was teaching), and he needed to be taught how to asking meaningful discussion questions. And obviously, he needed to learn how to run a Socratic (or semi-Socratic) discussion. Rather than agree, the supervisor made it clear that he did not want to slow this kid’s path to graduation down. “Maybe a few more hours in the classroom will do the trick,” he said. It’s like saying, “Well this new surgeon doesn’t know what he’s doing to your husband’s heart, but maybe if he digs around the liver for a little while, he’ll get better at it.”

After the edreform movement escalated, however, my perspective on education departments changed. For one, I realized that, whatever theoretical detachment they may have, they did teach me how to get inside the mind of an adolescent and try to look at the world through his eyes. I realized that I had actually learned a great deal about educational history, psychology, and (most importantly) law. I was taking the wrong approach in my judgement. I didn’t realize that education departments were designed to enhance and compliment my subject-area training from the English department. Together, both of these divisions trained me and sent me off to the workforce where I became wonderfully successful (as 20 years of anecdotal and measureable evidence can attest to).

So, I dropped the “got his doctorate in education” from the new version of the strip because, what I see now is that the issue is not about schools of education. The issue facing us is the impact of pompus, disconnected assholes (adminstrative, political, parental, or other, or all) who are recklessly dismantling a system that has actually worked far better than they were ever willing to admit and replacing it with something ill-conceived, poorly researched, and irresponsibly implemented. Lipschitz isn’t an education professor; he’s a cowardly dipshit at best, and a self-serving reformist at worst.

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McCarthy’s Law #155

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Two weeks ago, our local district superintendent was effectively removed from her postion, after an 18-month long reign of terror.  Since I still work for my school system, it’s unwise and ill-advised of me to go into specific detail.  What I can say is that, while she governed our school corporation, our high school guidance department, our IT division, our high school technology department, a brand new Spanish teacher, and (in total) 26 employees all walked away from the school district, most in the final months of her tenure.  Furthermore, the ALEC driven notion that fresh, new blood would come in a save a crippled school system never panned out in our real-world experience.  We were left short-staffed, fearful and paranoid, and stressfully overworked.  In the end, it was public outcry on the internet (via the local newspaper, Facebook and Twitter chatter, and via an online petition to remove our Super) that forced changes.

Today, we have a new superintendent, and our new leadership is promoting stability, continuity, and less micro-management.  The good news from this experience, is that it proved that public wrath can effect swift changes.  The bad news, as the above comic suggests, is that the state and national mechanisms which allowed our former superintendent to abuse her office are still in place.  We may have changed our own local direction (as much as the state will allow at the moment), but other school corporations haven’t learned our painful lessons.  I fear (to loosely paraphrase Obi-Wan Kenobi), that “Other systems may suffer the same fate as Greencastle.”