New Orleans Day One

My camera battery died.

Not too many pictures worth sharing, but I chose a few of my favorites from our first day. Enjoy.

Fun Mardi Gras characters from River Walk
Frog from ceiling of River Walk

Beautiful dog

I want to buy this book--it was in museum at visitor center.

Interesting sign.

Hopefully tomorrows pictures will be better.

So Much For Standardized Testing

Error on test spotted by Kan. student 1 year later

WICHITA, Kan. (AP) - A high school student's keen eye has caught a state test error that managed to slip past teachers, test coordinators and other students for almost a year. Geoffrey Stanford, 17, discovered during a Kansas writing test last week that an essay question concerning greenhouse gases incorrectly used the word "omission" for the word "emission," prompting the Wichita East High School junior to point out the error.

"I thought, 'Surely they're not talking about leaving out carbon dioxide altogether.' It just didn't make sense," Stanford said. "It had to be a mistake."

The state Department of Education has e-mailed a corrected version of the essay question to test coordinators around the state, but the incident already has caused a lot of red faces at the department, which used a committee of more than 30 state teachers to develop the test almost two years ago. The questions had been tested in 50 high schools last spring.

"You hate that sort of thing to happen, but it happens," said Karla Denny, an Education Department spokeswoman and former English teacher. "We're human."

No one before Stanford had reported the error, Denny said. Stanford said he is careful with his written work and called himself a "stickler for grammar and vocabulary and the correct use of words." "It annoys me when I see mistakes," he said.

Stanford's discovery has caught national attention, even earning him an appearance Sunday on the Fox News Channel's "Fox and Friends" morning show. "It's been hilarious, because I just never thought it would get to this point," he said. "Some people are saying, 'Good job,' and some are giving me a little grief about it."

Words Of Wisdom

As I sit waiting for my flight, I am recalling the words of a former principal who said two things that really made sense:

Number 1: You can't save the world, just save the ones you can.

(His advice to me when I would get upset about not reaching every student.)

Number 2: Take care of your family first. You can't take care of ours (school children) if you are worried about what is going on at home.

This guy was pretty smart.

Larry Knows

Larry must know we are leaving tomorrow. He looks so sad.

Make New Friends

I was once a young teacher. I knew I had plenty to learn and looked up to the older, more experienced teachers to learn from.

On the other hand, the older, experienced teachers I worked with looked forward to working with they young, enthusiastic group the new teachers were part of. We worked together, shared materials and experiences and even partied together after school. Life, while hard, was good.

Things are different now. Administrators don't want the old, tenured teachers around. They don't want to pay our salaries out of their budgets and they don't want us speaking our minds, particularly when our minds are working differently than theirs. They assume that some of the kids are not learning not because they can't but because our teaching methods are stuck in the dark ages. It is easier to blame us than to accept reality. Experienced teachers are now being told that they are no good. They don't know how to ask questions. They don't know how to write tests. They know nothing about classroom management. Experienced teachers are being told to observe the young. They are attending workshops run by teachers just out of college. Experienced teachers are being pushed out of teaching.

Like Patterson, we were all young once. Like me, we will all grow old. If Patterson makes it to receive tenure, he will be grateful in a year or so when the administration of his school decides he is too old or too set in his ways to be worth keeping.

In my math classes I always say "make new friends" (in reference to learning new material) but "keep the old" (the stuff you need to build on) "one is silver and the other is gold." Patterson, the teachers like me are the gold of the system. Your value will increase with time, if you make it that long.

Commentaries

These Dilbert cartoons are so real, they hurt.

Mr. Teenie Bopper

There is no time during the day for me to tutor my AP kids. Most of them are in class when I am free. To help them out, I decided to stay late on Thursdays.

Staying late is not a problem, finding an empty room is not as easy. A door to door search was our only option this week and after several tries, we found a room with a teacher sitting at the desk. I asked if the room was being used. Mr. Teenie Bopper answered "I like to do my work here. There must be another room available." I answered "Not that I saw and told the kids to sit down to begin work." Mr. Teenie Bopper was not happy. He left the room and went in search of another room. He returned after a few minutes, resigned to the fact that we were not going anywhere.

The above picture is the place I affectionately call my office. It is no more than two chairs, sometimes three or four, placed outside the teachers' cafeteria. Here is where I sit during the day to help my students. We have no choice. Packemin HS has no empty space in the middle of the day. Things are still tight by 10th period, but not as tight. I'm not sitting in a hall when there is a room available.

Sorry Mr. Teenie Bopper, the room is not your private domain. Unless you have a class in there, it is free for any teacher to use. You better learn to share or you won't make it in this system.

Addiction

I got home from work yesterday to find my husband did something to the computer and it was not working. Needing my fix, I first used my son's computer and then took out my own laptop.

After ten minutes, it stopped working. Our cable was out. Calls to the phone company gave us sad news. We were probably going to be out for 24 to 48 hours. I started suffering withdrawal symptoms. I broke out in a sweat and started developing a rash. I began hallucinating. I couldn't fathom getting through the next two days without being online. Then I thought of the library and just decided to spend a few hours there with my laptop.

Luckily, the cable was up and running again this morning. No such luck for my computer. It seems whatever my husband did to the computer yesterday was still affecting it today. My son is working on it now, trying to get it up and running again. I'm happy has a pig rolling around in a fresh pile of s**t. I'm online with my laptop.

Number One Complaint

A guy from a nearby college came to school today to try to get the kids to enroll in a Saturday class for enrichment and much needed remediation (although he did not use that word.)

And the number one comment from one of my students:

I went last year and you didn't give us any food. The class is too long. We need to be fed.

This E-Mail Cracked Me Up

M has been out two days sick. Not at all typical of her. I just had to share this e-mail that I just got from her.

Hi Mrs.POd, its me m from your favorite period 9 class. Im really sorry I couldnt make it to your class. I didnt come to school and i cant make it in tomorrow either. I tryed my best to get out of bed, but i lost my voice! and i have the worst fever flu ever. I do not mind taking the test when i return. im very sorry Mrs.Pod im just so sick, if there is any homework or anything you will like me to do, i do not mind. As im writing thing email im laying on the couch on my sister laptop. I will probably see the doctor tomorrow, i'm feeling worst.Trust me i know better not to cut or miss a math test, which is a major major subject. I hope you have a wonderful mid winter recess.Bye

And my reply to her--I couldn't resist.

Don't worry, just take care of yourself and get better.

If you want, I can count the next test as two tests and make it twice as hard! (get it--two tests, twice!!--very mathematical)

I'm only kidding. Missing it won't hurt at all. I'll mail you a copy so you can do it for practice.

See you after the vacation.

Just A Little Thing Like A Certificate Makes Them Feel Good

I check out the Student Of The Month bulletin board all the time. I was hoping the boy I nominated would be up there. Unfortunately he did not make it this month, maybe next month will be his lucky time.

This kid made it. He is so proud of himself. This boy has been having a really rough year. He filled me in on some of the stuff he was going through. Now, things seem to be getting better. I took a picture of his photo on the wall and e-mailed it to him so he could share it with his parents. Here is the e-mail I got back. Maybe his command of the English language is lacking, but his feelings aren't. I'm happy that kids like him get to be recognized.

miss thnk u 4r the picture..take care

This is another student of the month. He's an honor student and the award did not mean as much to him as it did to the first boy. I took his picture anyways and e-mailed it to his mom. He was in my class last year and I knew she would be very proud of him. Here is her reply.

Yes, thank you very much -- he told me and showed me his certificate….the picture you sent added to that enjoyment!!! .

I'm happy to be able to help these kids share their success with their families

More Powerful Than A Speeding Bullet

The power of the written word.

I wrote a scathing letter to the Grand Luxe Cafe and got an apologetic phone call from the manager and a $100 gift card to for another meal here.

I think I will give them a second chance.

Fireworks

The union lackeys were back.

I tried to keep quiet. I really did, but those guys know how to push my buttons. Well, maybe they don't know they are doing it, but every time they open their mouths I lose control.

These guys come into our cafeteria and sit around with teachers, pretending to be our friends. They are always telling us how much the union is doing for us. Today was no different.

When union lackey number one mentioned ways the city could save money, aside from taking money away from the classroom, I asked him why the union wasn't doing similar things with our money. I wanted to know why the union was running commercials on prime time television showing an art teacher interacting with two students in a room with facilities no NYC public school student will ever experience. His reply? Hope you are sitting down! The union has to run these kind of ads to counteract vouchers and charter schools. The union has to make NYC schools look as good or better than any of these schools or we are in trouble. He told me I had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.

At that point, I lost it. I told him the campaign was the equivalent of the mayor's NYC Keep It Going campaign and I resented my $47 a paycheck being used to foster the cities falsehoods. I asked him why the money couldn't be spent on ads showing how hard teachers work, but in a realistic setting. I told him to focus on the teachers sitting in hallways because there is no classroom space available. I told him to focus on the teacher who gives his own time and stays after school to help students. I told him to focus on trailer rooms with leaky roofs and holes in walls and the teacher that goes on in there despite these conditions. He had no answer.

I then asked him why the ads were doing nothing to promote finding jobs for ATRs. His answer? Sit down if you got up after reading the last paragraph. The public knows that the ATRs are out of the classroom because no one wants them. Many have gone on over 30 interviews and have found no jobs so they must be awful. Union ads touting these people would not gain public sympathy. I suggested the union run ads dispelling these myths. Talk about the wonderful ATRs in my building, talk about the ATR whose story was in the Chief a few months ago, or better yet, let them be in the commercial. Why not say on television the real reason these people won't be hired. Tell the public the city does not want to pay their salaries. Again, there was no answer.

Union lackey brought up something about rubber room teachers. I told him that the union was the reason lawyers like Ed Wolf from Teachers In Trouble

I also asked the lackeys why Norm Scott was not allowed to speak or video tape at any of these meetings. This comment got me the look of death.

I soon realized that continuing this discussion was pointless and got up to leave. I was afraid that if I stayed any longer I would have to be forcefully removed from the premises. I saw myself seriously hurting these guys. As I left one of the quiet lackeys followed me out. He told me to become more active in the union if I feel so strong about these issues. Right now, I am working two jobs and don't have time. I told him not to worry. As soon as I retire, I am going to join Norm Scott and his group and I am going to fight for a just contract for all teachers. Once again union lackey was quieted.

It's Getting Hot In Here

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Double Standards

Ajay came into class extremely late. When asked for a late pass, he responded, "I was with Mr. Dean" in the dean's office. He said to call him if I had a problem with his being late. I did not believe Ajay. The dean's office is always telling us to make sure we give late passes and to make sure we get them when the kids are late.

Not wanting a big confrontation with Ajay, I just told him to go sit down. On his way out, I told him to go see Mr. Dean and bring me back a pass. Ajay said, "No problem" and scurried down to the dean's office. At this point, I was almost believing him.

Within five minutes of Ajay's leaving, the phone in the room rang. "Hello", the voice on the other end said, "this is the dean's office. I am calling to confirm that Ajay is telling you the truth and he was here with Mr. Dean."

Now, I had to interrupt my class to let Ajay in late, I had to speak to him after class about the same issue and I had to interrupt my next class to take a call from the dean's office because Mr. Dean could not interrupt his activities to write the late pass in the first place.

Where else but in a public school would you find these double standards?

Pretty Sneaky

You don't have to be a detective to solve a mystery. Just ask the right questions and keep your eyes open.

We were all wondering how the administration knew which teachers were late and which were on time. Many suspected cameras. Some suspected that their own AP was taking attendance. None of these premises are right. I figured it out today.

When we sat down at the plenary session, AP's walked around and collected our attendance sheets. People that walked in after the collection were handed the same attendance paper and told to fill it out and drop it in a box. Everyone did just that. No one suspected anything unusual was up. So now the administration new that everyone in the box was late and they were the ones who got the letters. Pretty sneaky!

I hope the administration can think up the same kind of devious methods and go to the same extremes to keep the kids in line.

Bathroom Obsession Continues

Atlas Mall

February 8, 2009

The whitest public bathroom I have ever seen.

I felt guilty using it.

My ADD Is Showing Up Again

I should be writing a lesson, making up a test and marking some test papers.

Instead, I am playing with this photo of Rita. She was enjoying yesterday's sunshine.

One Of The Good Things about Packemin

My geometry student in the armed competition.

The unarmed competition. These girls have some dynamite moves. I tried to capture them in motion.

The armed exhibition.

"I've seen Black people and White people but I ain't never seen people these colors. Where are y'all from?"

This a comment I heard from a woman in Daytona Beach the year I was fortunate enough to accompany my school's JROTC team to the national championships. My friend and I explained that we were from Queens, New York and our student body had representatives from all over the world. She smiled and walked away. There was no trace of bigotry, just ignorance of different cultures and ethnic groups.

I was reminded of that comment as I attended a JROTC competition in my school today. Our teams are multi-colored. There are students of every race and nationality. There are students who wear traditional Muslim head coverings with their uniforms. It is a sight to behold and one I am fortunate to be part of.

I never used to be a big fan of the JROTC. In fact, this is the understatement of the year. Coming of age during the Viet Nam era has that effect on people. Once I got to know the former soldiers teaching in this program and saw the positive way the program impacted on my students, I changed my tune.

One of my geometry kids is on the armed drill team. He begged me to come watch him. How could I possibly refuse? When he overheard a comment I made about spending the day in the Bronx with my dad he became upset and said, "You promised to come to watch me." I assured him I would make it back in time. His smile went from ear to ear when he saw me walk in. To put it mildly, this boy is not one of my best students. It was a joy to watch him proudly compete in an event he was so proficient in.

I still hate the regimentation of the army. I despise the rifles they throw around. The sergeant in charge of the program calls them sticks, instead of rifles in hope of making me feel better about the program. He is constantly reminding me that they are not real.

Packemin HS is a big, city school which, in spite of my complaints, has lots of different programs to offer its students. We have a diverse population and a wonderful staff and student body. Packemin lacks something smaller, suburban and urban schools have, community school spirit. Aside from the JROTC teachers, no faculty from the school was present. Aside from the kids in the program (and a few of their friends not in the program), other students did not attend. Many of the kids competeing have parents who must work seven days a week, so they could not be there. They missed out on a wonderful opportunity to see some of Packemin's finest in action.

You Get What You Pay For

Before Mr. Retired Principal retired, he paid a visit to a veteran teacher. At the conference,he told Mr. Veteran that his lesson was not entertaining.

Mr. Veteran answered calmly, "For $500,000 a year, you get Johnny Carson, for $40,000 a year you get Vinnie Veteran."

For the first time in his life, Mr. Retired Principal was speechless.

You Were Wrong

Anyone who reads this blog knows that I am not a defender or a fan of "Suits." Once the word "administrator" is in their title, my radar is up, looking for the problems and stress they are bound cause.

To all you teachers who were late to staff development and got a letter:

Tough! You were wrong! Whether you like staff development or not, whether you think it is a waste of time or not, you have to be there and you have to be there on time. If you got a letter for being late or not there at all, too bad about it. You are getting paid to be there. You were wrong. Suck it up, admit you were wrong and vow to be on time from now on. No one letter is going to adversely affect your career.

And, don't whine about the starting time being e-mailed to you. It was your obligation to know what time to report on Monday before you left on Friday.

Even with my big mouth, I have never gotten one of these letters. I've avoided them by following the rules, even the stupid ones. If the admin is looking to get you, following the rules doesn't matter, but why supply a extra ammunition? Why do anything to help them do their jobs? Is the extra hour of sleep really worth it?

I Think He Needs Help

Another teacher in my department had a major problem with Mr. AP this week. While I don't condone, excuse or forgive his behavior, it has gotten me thinking. I'm not softening, I'm just starting to wonder.

Mr. AP and I were friends years ago. Well, not actually friends, but we were very friendly. When he was Mr. Teacher, we joked around all the time. He taught bilingual classes right next door to my pre-calculus classes and would often want to come in, as we taught many of the same kids. I always hated having another adult in the room and never let him in. This was a running joke between us.

Everyone was happy when Mr. Teacher became Mr. AP. We collected money (not an easy feat from my cheap department) and bought him a really nice desk chair. When Mr. AP left our school (for a short time) to go to another location, we wished him well. We warned him to be careful about his mouth. (He was difficult even then, but he could be talked to about his problems.) I even went to visit him at his new school. Unfortunately (for everyone), the new school did not work out and he returned. Many of us welcomed him back. He has always been hard nosed, but he listened. If he was rude to someone, I used to wait until he calmed down, point out his behavior and he apologized to the offended party. He used to speak to me as both a friend and a colleague and ask for advice (unofficially, of course.) He sometimes listened and when he did not listen, he had a good reason for not doing so. There were always people he picked on, but not the way he does now.

I realized, after speaking to my colleague , that he is really in serious trouble. He must be having some sort of breakdown. His behavior now is totally irrational and out of control. To know him now is to despise him. I even wonder if the abuse he received from Suit has scarred him irrevocably. I've gone from being angry at him to worrying about him. I even spent 10 minutes defending him to a student today.

Being a person in a position of power is not a good job for him. He has let power go to his head and he has abused it royally. Running a department with terror is not a good idea. He needs a major intervention, something to help him see what he is doing. He needs to suffer some repercussions for the things he has been doing. He also needs help, which I hope he gets.

Notes On Staff Development

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Goals

We were told to think of goals for the coming year. I got up early this morning and thought of mine. I have a feeling mine are not what Mr AP has in mind.

1. To not be afraid to speak out when something is bothering me.

2. To speak out when something being done is not educationally correct.

3. To stop being intimidated by the principal’s office.

4. To speak out when I see others being ill treated.

5. To stop taking “crap” from everyone.

6. To stop blaming myself every time I fail to reach a student. To finally come to terms with not being able to save the world.

7. To continue doing what I know is best for my students, in spite of what so called education experts say.

8. To get more work done during my 6 hours and 50 minutes in the building so I will do less outside of school.

9. To keep my school day to 6 hours and 50 minutes.

10.To enjoy a full lunch period with no work and no tutoring.

11. To be more organized.

I am sure this list is probably not complete. Any suggestions for additions will be appreciated.

Exploding Heads

The new semester has started and I feel as though I should move a cot into the guidance office. I'm spending so much time there trying to get my kids in the right classes.

Today I walked into a meeting of the guidance department and their AP. I waited for them to finish before I approached anyone. The counselors were agitated and the AP in charge looked like she was about to blow a gasket. They saw me and glared. "The math department is driving us crazy", they said. I wanted to run. The Bronx in me held my ground. "I come in peace", I said. "I just want to put in a request for Mila to be put in my college now class. Please don't hurt me, I only work here." The counselor, a sweet young thing, said she would do it but her brain was fried. She asked me to write down the information. She even found me a pen and paper so I didn't have to search through the three bags I was carrying. (She came to me later and said she made the change.) I approached another counselor about one of the geometry kids I was trying to get back. He was not as pleasant, and roared. "I can't take this anymore. I'll do whatever you want and sign Mr. AP's name." He looked like he might get violent any moment so I ran. (I saw him later and it was all straightened out.)

I have made myself quite noticeable in the guidance office. They either feel ill when they see me or give in to my request immediately. These poor people are over worked and over stressed. Their case loads are huge. I know at least one AP that is driving them crazy. My being a pain has gotten my kids what they need. So, I'll take my chances with their voodoo magic. I'll watch my back and I will keep on going.

The War At Home

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The ATR Interview Comes To An End

Dilbert 2/4/09

Yes, I'm Bragging

click on the document to be able to read it clearly.

I admit, I'm bragging.

This is the kind of observation I am getting at the college.

I have never gotten one this good on the high school leveland I am sure I never will.

It is amazing how the same person can be so good in one place and so bad in the other.

(this observation was done in the college class I teach in the high school--just regular high school kids)

The ATR Goes On An Interview

Dilbert 2/3/2009

Fairy Tales Can Come True

There are Principals that actually like teachers and support them.

Like A Bull In A China Shop

In spite of my bitching and moaning about them, I really like my geometry kids. And, in spite of what Mr. AP wants, I decided to keep most of them with me for the rest of the year. I don't know if they will pass or not, but I am not ready to give up on any of them. I also checked their report cards and surprisingly, math seems to be the only subject they are having trouble with. I know it is not just me because I checked transcripts as well and saw repeated failures and low grades in math for years.

Today was the first day and I decided to come at them like a bull in a China shop. I filled out their Delaney cards in advance and put them in assigned seats the second they walked in the door. Some complained about where they were sitting. I held my ground. They did what I demanded. It shocked the hell out of me. I had to get Jimmy out of my class. The guidance counselor promised to remove him but I found him on my new roster today. I went down to see this person and refused to move until a new class was found for him and a new program was printed up. One problem was eliminated.

Many of the kids from other classes were moved out of geometry into a pre-trigonometry class. My kids asked me about it and I explained that it was for those students who could not pass geometry. The pre-trig class is just an algebra enrichment class. They would take trigonometry in September. Mr. AP seems to think this pre-trigonometry class will get them to pass. I don't share his hopes. Trigonometry and advanced algebra are much harder than geometry, at least I think so. I told my kids that I believed they could succeed and pass and that they would be in the same trig classes in September, only they would have one more regents under their belt. They seemed to believe me. I taught. They worked. It was fairly quiet. At times, you could hear a pin drop.

I hate coming on so strong. It is not me. But, if it works, I'll keep up this villainous behavior. I know, if I get them to succeed this year, if I can restore their faith in themselves, I am doing more than teaching them math. I know that I am laying the groundwork for their future success.


I've written hopeful posts about them before, but this time its going to last. Now, let's pray that the geometry regents is not nearly as wierd as the Math B test was.

Where's Waldo?

Everybody was supposed to wear their school shirt today for our annual staff photograph.

I refuse!

No one is using my face to place “Where’s Waldo? Sorry!!!

Unbelievable Conversation

I couldn't believe we actually had this conversation in front of the entire department.

Mr. AP: If I order geometry sketch pad who will use it?

Ms. POd: I'll use it

Mr. AP: You are retiring. What do you need it for?

Ms. POd: Do you know something I don't know? I don't think I've handed my papers in yet and I don't plan on doing it. I'm going to be here next year.

Mr. AP: Why are you so upset? You always take things the wrong way.

I wish I could meet this guy outside of school and beat the living crap out of him. I know I could do it with one hand tied behind my back. He's not worth going to jail over so I don't plan on actually doing this. I do plan on finding our EEO person tomorrow and filing an age discrimination complaint. (More on our departmental meetings tomorrow. You'll know where to find it when it is up. I promise it will be good.)

The Chosen

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It Doesn't Cost Much To Make Me Happy

I am the epitome of a cheap date. Just walk me through any junk yard and I will be happy spending hours just taking pictures. These were taken at Blackman's Plumbing Supply.

My husband and son are at a Super Bowl party. Instead of getting next week's test ready or cleaning up my clutter, I am sitting her editing these pipe pictures.

To Bad These Teachers Don't Run The Union

Dinner tonight was with a good friend at Ann and Tony's on Arthur Ave. The food was yummy, the service was great and the gossip was unbelievable.

DeeDee teaches at a prestigious high school, name and borough being withheld to protect the innocent. DeeDee's chairperson gives new meaning to the word bitch. The Principal is just as bad. The person is harassing old teachers and new teachers alike. Careers are being ruined every day of the week. Once this school was the school everyone dreamt about teaching in, now it is the school that everyone is warned against. JayJay was called down to the principal's office last week and sternly reprimanded for not typing her midterm exam. JayJay left in tears and is retiring in June. She can't take it anymore. MeeMee offered to pay someone to type his exam but the chairperson would not allow it. This individual insisted MeeMee do the typing himself.

The chairperson sends out e-mails weekend evenings and expects answers and results early Monday, even if the person responsible for the results is on a late session. She expects school e-mail accounts to be checked many times over the weekend. No excuses are tolerated. When the chairperson is in the office, the door is opened wide to hear all the conversations going on in the next room.

The teachers in this school are strong. They have bonded together to fight this person. They spent an entire day testifying at DOE headquarters only to have their testimony ignored and leaked back to the chairperson. Now the teachers that testified are being targeted as well. The teachers are not backing down. They are grieving the fact that their grievance has been ignored. Contractually, it should have been acted on in 72 hours.

And, with all this going on, where is our union? If you answered, out to lunch, you might be correct. If you answered, in the Bahamas, you might also be correct. If you answered running for the senate, you have a shot of being correct. If you answered helping out, you are WRONG!!!

The newbies in this school are fortunate to be working with a group of veteran teachers who believe in them and believe in the future of education. They are fortunate to work with people who are not afraid to stand up and be counted. Teachers like these are few and far between. I work with a bunch of wimps that refused to say a disparaging word about the loud music or obnoxious brain teasers. They went along with anything the administration wanted because they were afraid not to. Even years ago, before this terrible contract, an English chairman was so feared she reduced experienced tenured teachers to tears. If I did not see it myself, I would not have believed it.

Hats off to these outstanding veteran teachers.

Stop Mayoral Control

Please Queens teachers and parents
Try to be there. Stop Mayoral Control. email your friends.

Public Hearing: Governance of the New York City School District
Feb. 5
Place: Queens Borough Hall, Meeting Room 213,
120-55 Queens Boulevard, Kew Gardens, New York
Time: 5:30 - 8:30 P.M.
Contact: Monica L. Pringle (718) 322-2537 Media Contact: Selvena Brooks (212) 298-5616

See site for other boroughs
http://assembly.state.ny.us/leg/?sh=hear

from School Gal