Monday, July 21, 2014
The experienced teacher knew her very low functioning students had to unwind a little before they got down to the business of learning after a weekend, especially a weekend that involved a fun school outing. She knew the best way to get them to settle down was to spend 10 to 15 minutes in the beginning of the class letting them talk about the weekend. She knew these students found it impossible to work for 48 minutes anyway so no educational time would be lost. Besides, part of education is socialization and learning communication, an activity she facilitated during this time.
It just so happened that this was the day the inexperienced AP showed up at her door to do an observation. The AP knows nothing about special education and less than nothing about dealing with this population. The teacher knew in her head that she should drop the small talk and begin her lesson but her heart told her to continue doing what she knew was best for her students. She followed her heart and let brain lead the way to teach the best possible way.
The novice AP was so happy with what she saw, she wet her pants. She found a way to give the 30+ year veteran teacher an ineffective rating. Her day was made. She did not notice how well the teacher did in reaching her students. She did not notice how well the teacher connected with this population and used this connection to help them grow.
The experienced teacher has had enough of the humiliation she received at the hands of this novice and retired. The kids are now in the hands of a person who cares nothing about their education and their future.
Every day more teachers walk away from administrators like this one. The teachers aren't going to suffer. They will reap the economic rewards of a lucrative pension. The kids will be the one to suffer. If only the Principal had a child with special needs. Then, he might care about what is happening to the kids in the hands of people like this.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
I ran into an old friend from Packemin while walking on the Cross Island Parkway this afternoon. He left the school over 10 years ago and has no idea how bad things have gotten there. He was shocked to here how many good teachers were harassed out of the school.
This friend had been some who worked closely with the kids, did much above and beyond the scope of the job. He remembered what I and others did for these kids and felt sad for the kids without teachers like us around. I told him about the incompetents in charge of some departments, people without experience in the field supervised. I told him about the AP who instructed her teachers to give out answers during exams and to complete credit recovery assignments for students. He knew what I was saying was true. He was disgusted by the turn and what has happened to a place he once felt had the well being of students at heart.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
After reading a Newsday editorial admonishing Nassau Community College for their poor graduation rates, I wrote this letter. They didn't publish it, so I am putting it up here.
I don't know anything about NCC but I work at a different Community College and see similarities in graduation rates. I say kudos to both schools for keeping their standards and not giving diplomas to students who have not earned them.
Not all, but many students come into class expecting to do nothing, and pass, just like they did in high school. They want extra credit and seat credit time. They expect review sheets where the teacher does every problem for them. They are so used to the teacher being admonished if they fail, they expect this to continue in college. They don't buy books and they don't do homework or study. They can't sit in class for two hours without being on their cell phone, texting or using Facebook. Aside from this, their skills are appalling. They can barely multiply. Division and fractions do not exist in their worlds and decoding is a lost skill.
I am thrilled to work for an institution, that offers help to students, offers a softer path to college than four year institutions do, but doesn't give away anything. A degree from this school means something. I am sure NCC has the same population and the same policy.
Stop pushing the college to graduate more. You will only end up creating college graduates prepared for nothing, similar to what the public schools do today. Kudos to these institutions for keeping education real.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Personal feelings are getting in the way of educating students. It is more important to the administration to punish the teacher by not hiring her than to get the right person to teach the class.
So much for Principals and Assistant Principals caring for those students whose welfare they are in charge of.
Friday, July 11, 2014
This incompetent rated the teacher ineffective time and time again. Eventually a different admin came to observe. This admin raved about what she saw and rated the teacher highly effective.
The kids lost a good caring teacher. The admin is happy. One more senior teacher, one more threat to the admin's security is gone.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
I am no longer teaching so I pose no threat to this child or any child but I state here and everywhere that teacher tenure is a must for students.
Many years ago I sat in on an IEP conference for one of my students. I wanted the boy to be given a reader, a writer and a calculator for exams. The psychologist and the AP present did not agree. The parents wanted what I wanted. Without fear of reprisal, I was able to firmly state my case, emphasize my long knowledge of the boy and his abilities. I won but made no friends from those supporting the opposite position. I also suffered no consequences.
So Ms. Davis, if you get your wish and end teacher tenure I hope your child never needs anyone to stand up for her. No teacher should have to risk a job to do what is right for a child.
Tuesday, July 08, 2014
I'll write here what those still teaching can't. If you see yourself in these words, feel very ashamed because not only are you committing these atrocities, you are doing so with knowledge. I am willing to bet there are dozens of you all over the city.
I know you are wondering who I am referring to, but most readers of this blog probably know from the title that I am referring to a bunch of school administrators, particularly Principals. You know, those people who are "master educators" and want to do everything for the good of the student.
I say shame on you because your policies have put incompetent, inexperienced, uneducated people in charge of individual departments in your schools. You have allowed and probably encouraged these individuals to abuse competent and experienced teachers, to humiliate them and to drive them away from education. It is because of you (yes the new contract too) that so many are fleeing the schools, retiring as soon as possible. You claim to care about education, but would you want your child to be in the hands of one of these people? Bright kids suffer and don't get me started about kids with special needs. Would you want your daughter or son being taught by someone who was told my their administrator to give out answers during regents or other statewide exams? Would you want your child cared for by an administrator who had no respect for them? How would you feel when your child received a diploma but could barely read or write and then was sent on to fail in college?
Yes, shame on you for what you have done. Bloomberg might have considered you master educators. It seems Farina and DeBlasio have no problem thinking you are great. But, I know the truth and so does every in the public school system. Even you know you are a fraud.
Saturday, July 05, 2014
It is easy to see the cup as half full rather than half empty when it is not your cup.
About a month ago the sciatica pain I sometimes suffer from returned. I noticed it slowly getting worse every day so I promptly called my pain doctor, made an appointment and then arranged for the much dreaded epidural steroid shot. By the day of the shot, the pain was awful, but I was confident that I would be walking with a minimum amount of pain in a day as that is what happened with this treatment two years ago.
By day 1 I felt a little better, by day 2 I felt I could walk and we headed to the beach. Unfortunately the pain set in before I reached the sand but I hobbled through and managed to enjoy the day. By day 4 I hurt but was not ready to stop so I headed to Gangster Museum on St. Marks Place with my husband and friends. The pain started slow but increased to being unbearable. Calls to the doctor were met with the word "patience" and it could take two weeks to work. But, the pain grew worse and worse and finally I got in touch with the doctor to get a pain killer. I read the side effects of this new pill and was not happy so I tried to stick to taking them only before bedtime. Yesterday I decided to give them a chance during the day. MISTAKE! Nausea and dizziness came along with pain relief. I preferred the pain.
Today, almost two weeks after the shot, I am able to walk again and only have slight, bearable discomfort.
Over the weekend I sat and cried. I saw myself never getting better, never being able to live the life I loved. The inactivity I have been living is killing me. Not being able to walk and run is not sitting well with me. My closest friend was diagnosed with lung cancer in October. She has been forced to give up work, going out, her hair, and everything she loves but still she was not depressed. She met every phase of her recovery with a smile and a belief that what she was going through now was only a temporary set back. Her illness is life threatening. Mine isn't. Her cup was never being emptied. I wish I had her attitude.
Wednesday, July 02, 2014
I am a New Yorker and love everything the city has to offer. It is the city I was born in and the city I hope to live in until I die. I always thought I wanted to live in Manhattan, to be in the heart of things. As I get older, my desires and wants have changed. I realize I will never be able to afford a three bedroom, two bathroom co-op in the heart of the city and at this stage of my life nothing less will suffice. I love my husband but want to be able to have space between us and I certainly do not want to wait my turn to use the bathroom. I don't want to shlep laundry to the basement and I certainly don't want to have to take a bus to get to the subway living in Manhattan.
This New Yorker has decided to spend the rest of her time right where I am now, in my own home in Queens. I only just realized that living here is like having it all. The bus on my corner gets me to the subway in a half hour or less and the E or F train gets me to midtown in another 30 or so minutes. Living in Queens also gives me easy access to the beaches and wonders of Nassau and Suffolk county. I am 20 minutes from both NY airports which take me almost everywhere in the world non stop although living in Queens I can experience the world without ever leaving my borough. I can keep my car without selling a kidney to pay for parking.
I know lots of people moving to Manhattan in their retirement years. I was at first jealous. They had what I always wanted. After careful consideration I realize these friends are not doing anything different than what I already do. I am happy to stay put, exactly where I am today.
Monday, June 30, 2014
The recording told me to report at 9. Being conscientious I got there at 8:50 and saw a line a half block long. I waited and it got longer. I sat until there was no more line and entered at 9:20. The court officer glared at us as if we were the prisoners and gave instructions in a very stern, no nonsense voice. She entertained no questions. While this was quite intimidating, I saw her point after a few minutes. People are just plain dumb.
The first thing she said was if anyone was accompanying a juror, they should come forward. A woman got up with a baby. At least ten people, all alone, got up to talk to her. After finding out they were potential jurors and alone, she had them sit. She said again, no questions yet but one man would not sit and kept going up to talk to her. They collected juror summonses and then had people with problems line up. Some were real but I am sure many were made up. The number who claimed to not speak English was amazing.
After all this we sat. Some people were called. A 100 year old judge came in to address us. He was kind of F status, retired but still working, collecting a pension and a hefty paycheck. He emphasized how important we were and how we were respected but respect seemed to be lacking from many of those working there. He said we hadn't lived until we were part of a jury. This is one part of life I don't mind not living. We didn't know how long we would be there. It could be until 5, but not likely as most judges do not like working full days. (It didn't matter what we liked.) We could be spending one day or two weeks. But respectfully treatment of jurors is utmost. (I do get they don't know but it is still discerning not to know.)
The wait in the jury room was long. They did show Mrs. Doubtfire on television, there are computers, books, magazines and wifi and the chairs aren't too bad. Still, not the way most of us would choose to spend the day. At noon they switched to World Cup game which was an improvement. My nap was interrupted when it was announced the US team would move on.
Lunch was from 1 to2. At 2:30 they let people called but not picked this morning go home. It would have been nice if they let them go an hour and a half earlier. They only called one jury all day. I'm no expert, but there has got to be a better way. At 3:30 they sent us all home and told us we were finished with jury duty for at least 4 years. Again, I could not believe how many people asked the court officer if they had to show up the next day.
I thought about blowing this day off. I was sick and know I could have gotten a doctor's note. I'm glad I didn't. One day, no panel, was more than enough for me.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
I am grateful every day for the health coverage that allowed me to get exactly what I needed immediately. I can't imagine not having the ability to get the help I needed, the help that has me now on the road to recovery.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Anyway, Mr. Former Principal and I did not see eye to eye on anything. I spent the warm months in my flip flops, even bought the above pair in his honor
Things were different then. Now I think I would be "toeing" the line in more conservative shoes.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Apology before you read: Henry never hated the kids. It was the system that ruined them and made his life so hard. Some of his rants mislead me. He was a great teacher who always put kids first.
The school system took Herny's heart for teaching and ripped it out of his chest. I feel so sad when I think of all the students who will miss out because this man is no longer in the classroom. I feel awful when I think of all the needy students being placed in the hands of inexperienced teachers.
Henry is not the only teacher the system ripped from the students of New York. APs, threatened by teachers older and smarter than them are pushing them out all the time. Melanie will never again be able to help the lowest functioning special education students learn to read and Barbara will never again touch the hearts of the non diploma bound students that were in her care. Elaine will no longer spend weekends tutoring her math students for free and Debbie will no longer spend hours helping out with college essays.
Tenure is what kept these caring teachers in the classroom. Miserable, incompetent APs couldn't get rid of them by rating them poorly so they drove them to retirement with horrible, disgusting attitudes. It takes at least 3 years to learn the trade and become a good teacher. It takes longer than that to become a master teacher. It takes a lot less time for know nothing administrators to get great teachers out of the classroom.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
“Is inclusion an illusion?”
by Jared Krybus
I was born in
Toronto. I’m 29 and have two younger siblings: Jordan, 26,
and Karla, 22. My parents, Manny and Marlene, adopted me at
birth. They’re the only parents I’ve known and I’m so
fortunate that they have treated me like their own. They
instilled in me a “never give up” attitude and told me
not to let moments define who I am.
I live in a condo by
myself. I work as a teacher’s assistant at Zareinu
Educational Centre and as a program assistant at DANI. I pay
all my own expenses. I play goalie on a hockey team. I’m
into hip hop and like to freestyle rap. And I love cooking,
especially pasta with chicken.
I’ve been told that
I have something called Global Delay, but I don’t really
know what it means. All I know is that I have a delay with
processing, fine motor issues and a speech impediment. I
stammer, and when I get really stuck my mouth starts to tick
or my hand goes up. I’ve had lots of awkward situations
where people thought I was drunk, and that hurts.
I grew up in
Thornhill and went to Vaughan Secondary School. I was in
what they call an Intensive Program, where my classmates and
I would integrate with the other kids for subjects like gym
and art. Kids would make fun of me in the playground and ask
me why I spoke funny, so I became a great storyteller
because I really didn’t know what to tell them.
I can never be
myself. People always interrupt me and correct me and
don’t allow me to follow through. It takes me longer to
process things than other people, but I was taught that
it’s better to take your time and focus on what you’re
doing and put your heart and love into it. But everyone is
in a hurry. They don’t take the time to hear me out.
I’ll be talking and they’re trying to figure out what
I’m saying, and they’ll say the word before I have a
chance to say it. I don’t know what their intentions are -
maybe nothing, maybe ignorance - but they don’t have time
so they think it’ll be faster if they try to figure it out
themselves. I’m used to it by now, but it still annoys me.
I love working with
people with challenges. I already advocate for myself, so
I’d like to become a spokesperson who advocates for others
like me, to help them find jobs, to prove to society that
everyone is capable. I would love to change the perception
that people with special needs are insufficient. We have to
try to include them in society ... even though they should
already be considered part of society.
Everyone is human.
Everyone has issues. People forget that every child is
human. Instead of calling them “a special needs child”
they should be calling them “a child with special needs”
or “a child with Down syndrome.” Put the human features
first and the challenges second.
People are under the
illusion that they’re not special needs. Everybody creates
their own normal. I play hockey every week and that’s
normal for me. I’ve had a stutter all my life so that’s
normal to me. It doesn’t make me who I am but it’s part
I am where I am not
in spite of my limitations but because of them. For example,
I’ve developed problem-solving skills: if I can’t get a
word out then I say an easier word. It has taught me to go
with the flow and to take chances and not be afraid of the
outcome. People are usually awkward around me because they
don’t know what I’m going to say or how intelligent
I’m going to be. But I can keep up a conversation with
anyone about politics or sports or whatever. I may not have
higher education but that’s doesn’t mean that I’m not
educated or I don’t have my views or opinions.
People don’t want
to see people like me get hurt. They don’t want to see me
struggle. But struggling is good. It lets you know how to
handle things, to problem-solve. You’ve got to learn how
to deal with your struggles yourself rather than have other
people smooth it over for you.
If I could offer
advice to people I’d say this: have no expectations
whatsoever, have no preconceived notions. Don’t judge.
Saying, “He can’t do it” is dismissive. There’s a
reason for everything! A child might not be able to
communicate by mouth, but give him an iPad or another
communication device and he can tell you everything.
I’ve learned so
much from Zareinu’s children. They’ve taught me to smile
every day. That when you think you can’t do something,
that’s when you show people that you can. And that when
you least expect it, that’s when greatness happens.
Monday, June 16, 2014
The "wonderful" teaching conditions in Chicago my friend left the system and is now working as the director of a private school for the grand rate of $14 an hour. She leaves her home at 7 in the morning and arrives home at 7 in the evening. Although her paycheck provides her with a luxurious life style, she moonlights nights in a bar and weekends in a department store. (The department store pays more than her teaching job.) She will probably have to go back to the public system, but dreads this. In the past, she had to moonlight to pay an aide to help out in her kindergarten class of 43.
Everyone thinks teachers have great incomes. My friend worked three jobs to put her son through school because she knew he would not survive in the public system. What a crime!
I am so grateful for all the wonderful friends I have made and met through blogging, bloggers in New York, in other parts of the country and even Canada. My world has been enriched by these individuals and I am so thankful the Internet has given me this wonderful opportunity.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
It has been 9 months since he died, but my fingers still itch to call every night at 6 and first thing every morning. I miss the strong, confident man he once was, the father who could and did everything and I also miss the needy, dependent man he became. He was my dad and I loved him so much, as much as he loved me.
There are no words to describe the impact a father (or mother) has on a child. Most children think of their father as being the best father and I know my dad was one of them. He was always around when I needed him, from the time I was a little girl until the age I was when he got sick. I knew he was gone when he stopped telling me to call him when I got home or when he stopped telling me to stay home whenever the weather was bad.
I miss the crazy phone calls consisting of weather reports and what he ate (which was always the same thing.) I miss preparing his favorite meal-meatballs. I miss him but I am happy he is spending this Father's day with my mom, the love of his life. He had no quality of life at the end. I pray there is quality in death.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014
This is the way today's incompetent, inexperienced, insecure administrators treat teachers who are more experienced, more secure and more knowledgeable. They beat them down.
The APs who got the job, heaven only knows how, is threatened by teachers who not only know more than them, but are better teachers than they are use this technique all the time. An AP who could not pass a licensing exam without help and who got an administration degree with borrowed papers is incapable of anything but ruling by abuse.
Such is the system in too many of the schools I am familiar with.
Friday, June 06, 2014
Thursday, June 05, 2014
A commenter on Thank You Wimps wrote some rather unpleasant names which I deleted and posted that I needed to get a life, which I also deleted because I dared to say negative things about teachers who voted for the contract.
Well dear commentator, Mr. or Ms. Unity Hack, I have a great life thanks to the union of the past. When I began my career the UFT was actually a union by the teachers and for the teachers. When contract terms were unacceptable, we went on strike. Don't tell me times were different then. Things cost less but we earned much less. We were single wage earners with families, mortgages, college loans, etc., but we did what we had to do and our union backed us up. When we went back to work we paid dearly (two days for every day out) but it was worth it. Conditions and salaries were better for all. Happier teachers made better teachers. People wanted careers in education.
No, I don't need to get a life. I travel, I go to the theater, I eat in nice restaurants. I do pretty much whatever I please. The UFT of the past helped make this possible. And, I will continue to write what I want when I want on this blog. Mr. or Ms. Unity Hack, you probably don't want members reading this and worry they might become disillusioned with you and you will lose the nice life you have made on our backs, doing nothing to help us. The sad part is that most teachers have no idea what is going on around them and that is what keeps creeps like you in power.
Keep writing in those nasty comments. I will just keep hitting the delete button on my keyboard.
Tuesday, June 03, 2014
You listened to the UNITY people who bullied you into voting yes, scaring you, telling you this is the best contract you will get. You were so afraid to go to the end of the negotiating line you took the first thing offered. Don't whine when you suddenly find yourself a teacher without a school, an ATR and end up with two Principals who don't like you and then on the unemployment line. A teacher once told me she had no fear of ever becoming an ATR as her Principal loved her. Well, her "lover" retired and the new leadership academy Principal was not so enamored. She is now awaiting a hearing to determine if she can keep her job or not.
I'll be spending the next few weeks thinking about how I will spend my money. I retired in 2011 so I get 4% and then another 4% compounded, plus my pension is recalculated and I get retro money on that and of course my base pension will increase too. I guess you don't mind letting the city hold your money for another 6 years or so and you don't mind being forced to stay at a job you would like to leave. And definitely don't cry if you don't last the wait to collect and you get nothing.
I always found most of the teachers I worked with to be wimps. They bitched and complained but when it came to standing up, they never did. They waited for someone else to speak and offered no support if that person fell down.
I feel for those who had the sense to vote no. There are not enough teachers with backbone.
I had everything to gain with this contract, nothing to lose and I urged every teacher to vote no. I don't want extra dollars that come at the expense of others. You have all voted. I will spend my windfall thinking of you.
Monday, June 02, 2014
Friend has worked in various schools. In each, he strived to do his best. He cared about the kids. But a big red R was branded on his forehead and no matter how many kids he reached he was never good enough for the administration of the schools where he worked.
Friend is disillusioned and is retiring this year. He's taken enough abuse to last multiple lifetimes and he has had enough. He's still being abused by his Principal but he's Teflon now and has told the evil bastard to bring on the "U". The newbies in the school have been told to stay away from him. The only people in the school talking to him are custodians, school guards and cafeteria workers, the ones the Principal cannot control. It doesn't bother him since these are the real people, the ones he connects to.
The school system is losing an experienced, caring educator, one who has made a difference and would be continuing to make a difference if the system permitted. His school administration and the city are winning as they are getting rid of another senior teacher. He is winning because he will be able to collect a nice pension for the rest of his life. The kids are losing but no one really cares about them. Schools are a business and kids don't show profits.
Friday, May 30, 2014
I don't think I deserved the F. I put a lot of effort into this class. I participated and did homework. I was overwhelmed on the day of the final as I had 3 finals that day. I don't think it is fair for you to base my grade on 15 questions. But, if you think I earned the F because I did not work hard enough I will accept it and retake the course during the summer. Please let me know how you arrived at this grade.
You missed the first exam and the second two and a half weeks of classes. I offered you a makeup that you chose not to take. Your other grades are 41, 71, 91 and 43 on final. The final consisted of former test problems and problems on the review sheet. You handed in many assignments late and did not bother to do the take home assignment which would have given you a passing average.
These kids don't understand what it means to succeed in college. Many plan on transferring to four year schools and pursuing careers in medicine, law and engineering. These kids all are products of Bloomberg education. I feel sorry for them. Their sense of entitlement can do nothing but hurt them.
I'm happy this girl is willing to "accept" her F and summer school now that her grade has been explained.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
The UFT reps are so busy pushing this contract they have no time or interest in doing anything else. I was told to not talk about the contract and ATRs at the medical because teachers in the room were upset enough and there was no need to inform them about a contract that could only hurt.
I know our union is better than no union and I am still proud of being a card carrying UFT member but our union needs to be shaken up quite a bit. A contract that hurts some is worse than no contract at all. A union that minimizes a member's problems and thinks a pat on the back or a hug is enough is not doing what it should to earn our money and our support.
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
(Hope that is not dried up blood on floor)
(21st Century Cooling System)
(Fake flowers and the cupless water cooler)
Mary was talking to her UFT rep when I walked in the room. She wants to give up teaching but can't afford to. If she walks now, all the retroactive money she has earned will be forfeited. She loses her pension and her health benefits. She doesn't want to return to her school but can't even think about transferring until medical clears her and she is not even close to being medically ready to return to work.
The DOE offered Mary a return medical in August or September. August would get her back in a classroom when the new school year starts but the UFT doesn't work in August and no one will be around to help her if she goes then. September brings representation but it is late for school placement.
Mary was confused. The UFT rep was of absolutely no help, minimizing the problems and telling her how lucky she was to be able to decide now whether she wanted September or October. The UFT rep was also very unhappy with me when I put in my two cents about the awful contract and how I believe every working teacher should vote it down. The UFT rep defended Mulgrew's refusal to debate as a debate indicates dissension and the union must be united. The UFT rep said how lucky teachers were to get this contract as nothing better was available. The UFT rep glossed over the issue of ATRs saying most would be placed and many had licenses in subjects no longer being taught.
Room 214, the medical waiting room at 65 Court Street is disgusting. The walls are a drab shade of yellow and haven't received a new coat of paint since the building went up. The floors look like they are covered in dried up blood haven't seen a mop this century and although there is a water cooler, the only cups were the ones the UFT pulled out of her desk. (She keeps them locked up to keep them from getting stolen.)
I was at medical accompanying a friend injured in the line of duty. I did not write his story here. I want to protect his privacy. The DOE treatment of teachers is disgusting but the UFT's was even worse. There was no help. We left and another woman still waited for her medical. A subway incident made her late. The doctor punished her by making her wait extra long. The UFT reps went home long before her turn came.
Monday, May 26, 2014
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Friday, May 23, 2014
Thursday, May 22, 2014
My job, the way I see it, is to present the material in a way that is understandable and engaging. I have to design assignments that reinforce what was done in class. I have to create exams that accurately test what was taught. I have to return them in a timely fashion and clear up anything my students do not understand. I have to answer questions during and after class and to respond to e-mails from my students. Of course I must have complete understanding of the things I teach and be prepared.
I am tired to telling them to put their phones away or that they can't afford another absence. I don't know how to convince them to do homework when showing them the test questions they got wrong came straight from these assignments. I'm sick of explaining why I won't stop teaching until 8:25, the time the class ends.
I teach in a junior college where many of my students are dealing with crisis in their personal lives. Many have full time jobs and families. Still, they made a commitment to attend school and must commit to doing what is necessary to succeed. If they can't find the motivation within themselves I can not and will not give it to them. I'm sorry for their personal problems, the divorce, the sick parent, the rent being due, but I can't do more than lend a sympathetic ear.
I strive to be the best teacher possible but maybe I am just getting old and jaded. Probably best to leave teaching to the young.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Wednesday we finished new lesson early and I asked class to start working on practice problems there were given for the final. I told them to work together and that I would be happy to answer questions. Most of the students took advantage of the review time and worked. Not Jimmy. He was "tired". After the last class I invited students to stay behind for extra help. Jimmy was the first one out the door.
I give up. Jimmy deserves to fail.
(Picture from Newsday's car show--no relation to post. I just liked it.)
Sunday, May 18, 2014
True House Of Cards is fiction, but it is loosely based on real life politics. Someone must have a hold on Mulgrew to make him so willing to sell out the people he represents.
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Friday, May 16, 2014
It is a good thing retired teachers cannot vote for a contract.
The UFT Retired Teacher Chapter met last week. It was the first meeting I ever went to and it will almost definitely be my last.
While waiting to go in, a woman behind us started bitching about how long it took. She couldn't wait to get her hands on a plain bagel and of course some coffee. We got to stand and prepare our bagels and then eat on our laps. Many people spread out and took up two to three seats. As more and more people came in, the auditorium got crowded and it became harder to find a seat in some areas. I was amazed that people would not give up the extra seat.
The worst part of the meeting was the adoration most of the people present had for Mulgrew and the contract. Person after person got up and said how thankful they were that Mulgrew negotiated such a great contract. One person questioned how health care would be changed to save money. The UFT suits, one after another, made light of this question and it was passed over without any answers or even discussion.
In the scheme of things, the teachers at this meeting represented a very small portion of retired teachers, but the part they represented scared me. Overall, they think the UFT of today is the same UFT of old, which it clearly is not. They have bought into the medias presentation of ATRs and agree with the way these teachers will be treated. I was almost ashamed to be part of this group.
I'm happy retired teachers can't vote for the contract. But, on the same token it is time for the people to stand up, learn the facts about the contract being presented and make an intelligent, knowledgeable decision about voting yeah or neigh. They need to vote yes or no, not because someone told them it is the best deal they can get, or because they thing it is horrible, but yes or no based on real facts. They need to get out and vote and not assume their vote means nothing because the deal has already been decided.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
I said bless you. This was the nicest thing I heard in a long time. It really made my night.
Monday, May 12, 2014
I am standing next to the buttons in the elevator and a woman yells out "press penthouse.'' With all the noise, I heard "press 10." She then yells, '"I said PENTHOUSE. Use your ears." She pulled her ear as she said this. I actually apologized before I pressed the correct button and told her I didn't hear.
Everyone looked at her. They couldn't believe her rudeness. She muttered nasty comments until most of the elevator emptied. She never even said PLEASE. I wanted to push every button from the time I got off until penthouse, but I refrained.
People say teens are rude. This woman, well into her 60's would give every one of them competition.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
The older siblings knew the routine. As babies they too were taken fun places. They were replaced as the babies will soon be replaced too. Mommy only does things for the little ones. They are the ones that don't see her for what she really is.