Saturday, May 28, 2011

24/7 School Reform: An Educational Article (Geoffrey Canada!)

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The American social contract has always identified public schools as the one place where the state can and should play a role in the process of child-rearing. Outside the school’s walls (except in cases of serious abuse or neglect), society is seen to have neither a right nor a responsibility to intervene. But a new and growing movement of researchers and advocates has begun to argue that the longstanding and sharp conceptual divide between school and not-school is out of date. It ignores, they say, overwhelming evidence of the impact of family and community environments on children’s achievement. At the most basic level, it ignores the fact that poor children, on average, arrive in kindergarten far behind their middle-class peers. There is evidence that schools can do a lot to erase that divide, but the reality is that most schools do not. If we truly want to counter the effects of poverty on the achievement of children, these advocates argue, we need to start a whole lot earlier and do a whole lot more.
The three people who have done the most to propel this nascent movement are James J. Heckman, Susan B. Neuman and Geoffrey Canada — though each of them comes at the problem from a different angle, and none of them would necessarily cite the other two as close allies. Heckman, an occasional informal Obama adviser, is an economist at the University of Chicago, and in a series of recent papers and books he has developed something of a unified theory of American poverty. More than ever before, Heckman argues, the problem of persistent poverty is at its root a problem of skills — what economists often call human capital. Poor children grow into poor adults because they are never able, either at home or at school, to acquire the abilities and resources they need to compete in a high-tech service-driven economy — and Heckman emphasizes that those necessary skills are both cognitive (the ability to read and compute) and noncognitive (the ability to stick to a schedule, to delay gratification and to shake off disappointments). The good news, Heckman says, is that specific interventions in the lives of poor children can diminish that skill gap — as long as those interventions begin early (ideally in infancy) and continue throughout childhood.

What kind of interventions? Well, that’s where the work of Susan Neuman becomes relevant. In 2001, Neuman, an education scholar at the University of Michigan, was recruited to a senior position in George W. Bush’s Department of Education, helping to oversee the development and then the implementation of No Child Left Behind. She quit in 2003, disillusioned with the law, and became convinced that its central goal — to raise disadvantaged children to a high level of achievement through schools alone — was simply impossible. Her work since then can be seen as something of a vast mea culpa for her time in Washington. After leaving government, Neuman spent several years crisscrossing the nation, examining and analyzing programs intended to improve the lives of disadvantaged children. Her search has culminated in a book, “Changing the Odds for Children at Risk,” to be published in November, in which she describes nine nonschool interventions. She includes the Nurse-Family Partnership, which sends trained nurses to visit and counsel poor mothers during and after their pregnancies; Early Head Start, a federal program, considerably more ambitious than Head Start itself, that offers low-income families parental support, medical care and day-care centers during the first three years of the lives of their children; Avance, a nine-month language-enrichment program for Spanish-speaking parents, mostly immigrants from Mexico, that operates in Texas and Los Angeles; and Bright Beginnings, a pre-K program in the Charlotte-Mecklenburg school district in North Carolina that enrolls 4-year-olds who score the lowest on a screening test of cognitive ability and manages to bring most of them up to grade level by the first day of kindergarten.

Neuman’s favorite programs share certain characteristics — they start early, focus on the families that need them the most and provide intensive support. Many of the interventions work with parents to make home environments more stimulating; others work directly with children to improve their language development (a critical factor in later school success). All of them, Neuman says, demonstrate impressive results. The problem right now is that the programs are isolated and scattered across the country, and they are usually directed at only a few years of a child’s life, which means that their positive effects tend to fade once the intervention ends.
This is where Geoffrey Canada comes in. He runs the first and so far the only organization in the country that pulls together under a single umbrella integrated social and educational services for thousands of children at once. Canada’s agency, the Harlem Children’s Zone, has a $58 million budget this year, drawn mostly from private donors; it currently serves 8,000 kids in a 97-block neighborhood of Harlem. (I’ve spent the last five years reporting on his organization’s work and its implications for the country.) Canada shares many of the views of the education reformers — he runs two intensive K-12 charter schools with extended hours and no union contract — but at the same time he offers what he calls a “conveyor belt” of social programs, beginning with Baby College, a nine-week parenting program that encourages parents to choose alternatives to corporal punishment and to read and talk more with their children. As students progress through an all-day prekindergarten and then through a charter school, they have continuous access to community supports like family counseling, after-school tutoring and a health clinic, all designed to mimic the often-invisible cocoon of support and nurturance that follows middle-class and upper-middle-class kids through their childhoods. The goal, in the end, is to produce children with the abilities and the character to survive adolescence in a high-poverty neighborhood, to make it to college and to graduate.
Though the conveyor belt is still being constructed in Harlem, early results are positive. Last year, the charter schools’ inaugural kindergarten class reached third grade and took their first New York state achievement tests: 68 percent of the students passed the reading test, which beat the New York City average and came within two percentage points of the state average, and 97 percent of them passed the math test, well above both the city and state average.

Obama has embraced, directly or indirectly, all three of these new thinkers. His campaign invited Heckman to critique its education policy, and Obama has proposed large-scale expansions of two of Neuman’s chosen interventions, the Nurse-Family Partnership and Early Head Start. Most ambitiously, Obama has pledged to replicate the Harlem Children’s Zone in 20 cities across the country. “The philosophy behind the project is simple,” Obama said in a speech last year announcing his plan. “If poverty is a disease that infects an entire community in the form of unemployment and violence, failing schools and broken homes, then we can’t just treat those symptoms in isolation. We have to heal that entire community. And we have to focus on what actually works.”
Obama has proposed that these replication projects, which he has labeled Promise Neighborhoods, be run as private/public partnerships, with the federal government providing half the funds and the rest being raised by local governments and private philanthropies and businesses. It would cost the federal government “a few billion dollars a year,” he acknowledged in his speech. “But we will find the money to do this, because we can’t afford not to.”
It remains to be seen, of course, whether Obama will convince voters with this position, and whether, if elected, he will do the heavy lifting required to put such an ambitious national program in place. There are many potential obstacles. A lot of conservatives would oppose a new multibillion-dollar federal program as a Great Society-style giveaway to the poor. And many liberals are wary of any program that tries to change the behavior of inner-city parents; to them, teaching poor parents to behave more like middle-class parents can feel paternalistic. Union leaders will find it hard to support an effort that has nonunion charter schools at its heart. Education reformers often support Canada’s work, but his premise — that schools alone are not enough to make a difference in poor children’s lives — makes many of them anxious. And in contrast to the camps arrayed on either side of the school-reform debate, there is no natural constituency for the initiative: no union or interest group that stands to land new jobs or new contracts, no deep-pocketed philanthropy devoted to spreading the message.
The real challenge Obama faces is to convince voters that the underperformance of poor children is truly a national issue — that it should matter to anyone who isn’t poor. Heckman, especially, argues that we should address the problem not out of any mushy sense of moral obligation, but for hardheaded reasons of global competitiveness. At a moment when nations compete mostly through the skill level of their work force, he argues, we cannot afford to let that level decline.
Obama’s contention is that the traditional Democratic solution — more money for public schools — is no longer enough. In February, in an interview with the editorial board of The Journal Sentinel in Milwaukee, he called for “a cultural change in education in inner-city communities and low-income communities across the country — not just inner-city, but also rural.” In many low-income communities, Obama said, “there’s this sense that education is somehow a passive activity, and you tip your head over and pour education in somebody’s ear. And that’s not how it works. So we’re going to have to work with parents.”
In the end, the kind of policies that Obama is proposing will require an even broader cultural change — not just in the way poor Americans think about education but also in the way middle-class Americans think about poverty. And that won’t be easy. No matter how persuasive the statistics Heckman is able to muster or how impressive the results that Canada is able to achieve, many Americans will continue to simply blame parents or teachers for the underperformance of poor kids. Obama’s challenge — if he decides to take it on — will be to convince voters that society as a whole has a crucial role to play in the lives of disadvantaged children, not just in the classroom but outside schools as well.



Opinion:

Some people would put posters of Edward Cullen on their wall. Or To Kill a Mockingbird Movie Posters. That's cool.

I would put pictures of Geoffrey Canada. And Michelle Rhee (By the window. She could use the gentle breeze once in a while.), President Obama and Ron Clark. Arne Duncan might go up there. I don't know exactly why I like him. It might be that he's Secretary of Education put in place under the Obama Administartion. That never hurts. But I think I like him. These are some of my heroes--- the people I look up to. They can be people to revere and aspire to be like, kind of like how amateur cynics look up to New York Times writers. That's the way I want to be like Geoffery Canada.

I had first heard of him through conversations with my mom. Her eyes lit up as she told me about the breakthrough success of the KIPP schools in Harlem, how dynamic Canada was with the kids and the amazing standards the kids were held to. I was inspired. Imagine how excited I was when he was a key figure in the Waiting for Superman Movie.

Are these names starting to sound familiar to you yet? Do you see the network of amazing people in education kind of knit together when you read these articles? Is it just me? I love the topic of school reform because it encompasses two of my favorite topics: Education and School Reform.

Schools can do a lot to level out the playing field for those from disadvantaged environments. But can they teach the thinking and computing skills and things like delayed gratification and ways to respond to authority that will gaurantee them the ability to survive? All three reformers, including Canada, say no.

Start early and offer services in and outside of school, says Canada. If you read above, you see he takes the Cradle-to-Grave approach. Why would the idea of helping social needs outside of school make unions anxious? To me it seems like this idea actually takes pressure off of teachers. As a teacher, I may do a lot, but I can only do so much if I'm the only one willing to change. The Harlem Children's Zone program offers a Baby College for new parents. Because it makes a difference once a child gets into the classroom.

The article brings up the question of whether it's worth all the money spent into the programs. From reading other articles, I think Canada's response would be to say the money is worth it because as long as he continues to "infect" the community with aspirations, the money will actually ensure that poverty won't be passed on to a second generation. Right now I want to agree with him. But at the end, where it talks about Obama's challenge to get others involved I really wonder how I would explain how important this is.

On one hand I "know" that educations gaps are an issue regardless of whether you're disadvantaged or not. And I do feel like we ought to care. In the article, Mr. Heckman argues that this is mushy grey area morality stuff that should be avoided. Talk about how educating the poor is in the nation's best interest to keep on top. Not that we need to come to the aid of broke inner city kids because we ought to. This seems cynical to me. On one hand, I also don't believe people will get more involved with this issue out of moral obligation. But neither will they be so quick to respond to the nation's need to compete either. Both of those are too impersonal. This is why I like Waiting for Superman so much. It becomes very personal. You begin to see that you really aren't different from "those" kids at all. You were simply born in a different neighborhood.

I will continue to read about these people and watch them. Hopeuflly, I will grow up and have a vison like them. Because there's a new type of reform going on. And I'm glad I don't have to stop when I leave the classroom.

May 27th, 2011 (Week 5)

Friday was the most interesting day of the week.

At lunch Miss Q watched the girls handle the unfolding drama. Uniqua, while not being someone you want on your bad side, is an amazing friend to have.

SkinnyJeanz was in tears. Solomon was still making fun of her and her boyfriend. Her sisters were mean to her at home. Uniqua came out stong across the table.

"I am so tired of hearing about how M____ keeps making fun of you. Make fun of her. I don't know. Do something. I have problems too. But I don't focus on them because I know I'm not the only one with problems."

Miss Q just watched. It was obvious that she and Skinnyjeanz had talked it over before at sleepovers and things. Immediately I thought of Lady Finch and how she would talk about the difference between carrying burdens and loads. Not that Miss Q remembers the difference, but I think that Uniqua was using some tough love.

I knew SkinnyJeanz would be fine with so many friends and even the Custodians comforting her. But it was all so great to just watch.

Also, today Misz Boss had to go to a meeting, leaving Miss Q to take them to lunch, to the bathroom, and to paly sparkle untill it was time to go to the library.

Lunch and the bathroom was a breeze. They were used to following my directions in those cases, trusting me and staying relatively quiet when I told them to wait to let the other class go to the bathroom. Being calm and authoritative had become an easy role to slip into.

However the dynamic got a little shaky when we went back to the room to play Sparkle and they realized Miz Boss still was not there. Miss Q remained calm and the turtles for the most part tried to listen to her. Honestly, I think they wanted to things to run as smoothly with me as with Miz Boss. But at the same time, they were so sure of how things were supposed to go. They each tried to help me by explaining exactly how Miz Boss did things.

Even though the reminders were helpful now and then, it got messy when the turtles started to police themselves. A bit too helpful. Next time, I need to pick one person to remind me of something on behalf of the class if they absolutely have to. Otherwise, they need to calm down and trust me and listen like they would any other Sub.

"They're just acting like this because Miz Boss isn't here." said Uniqua, reproachfully for my sake.

I didn't feel irritated, though. They seemed really endearing to me at that point, each trying to help the class run like it's supposed to but causing more confusion in the process. There were a few bumps, but all in all we made it to the library five minutes late.

The class relies so much on order, rules, consequences, authority and knowing exactly what's supposed to happen next. Even though it wasn't perfect, I was honored that they expected that same picture from me and from themselves with me in charge. Any group of kids deserves someone that can to that for them, and I have no doubt that I can be that person.

May 25th, 2011 ( Week 5)

Miss Q's birthday.

Today, I got to work with Beancurd, Uniqua and Fate on EOC review. All three of them were only one point away. Uniqua, I knew was extremely nervous. The day of the test she ended up throwing up. I also know Fate has a tendency to take a long time, and somtimes get frustrated. Talking with Miz Boss, there's an interesting take on why Beancurd did so poorly.

He tried to cheat during the test apparently missing the fact that two different colored tests would provide different answers. He guessed. Why?

Miz Boss hinted at some underhandedness from his mother. Something about her making him fail to prove that he's 'disabled.' Weird.

Almost equally weird was how unlike Uniqua and fate, he was done early.

"Check it, please. I swear I didn't cheat (even though I don't swear) and I can even show you the work!" he said. He got almost all of them right. It was a bit suspicious, honestly.

"You'll do well on the test." I said.
"I won't." he replied, as a matter of fact.

Just what is going on with him?

May 24th, 2011 (Week 5)

There was a 1st grade Book Musuem in the gym that day. I remember seeing Mr. Willard hanging out in there. Which explains then why he had to have P.E outside and ended up changing into a fresh shirt for fourth period.

These details are important because I'll go back and read these and remember the framework of that day.

Dubby asked me to accompany him to get his lunchbox. I did.

I listened to Dubby talk about his knowledge of computers and his love for WoW (World of Warcraft). Even though I knew there would be some not so great side effects from all the violent video games and less-than-kid-friendly information available on the internet, I encouraged his interest in computers.

Miss Q wants to become more expert at computers because education should be up to date with technology. Nowadays kids learn by having things in their hands and pushing buttons.

Dubby told me about how he could hack into websites at school, defeat different monsters, and anything else he could think of. He's a chatty kid. But I enjoy talking to people about things that interest them.

At lunch, Miss Q was entertained by the Boy Band's hysterical discussion on family pets and Mr. Willard's hair. Co-Pilot has a hamster that will bite your face off, but he wants gerbils. Dubby never quite ran out of "one-time" accounts of his hamsters. Zefron and Boo seemed to do nothing but laugh and make clever jokes about each other. Memphis, sitting across from them at the end was almost completely silent but Miss Q was glad he enjoyed their company.

Friday, May 20, 2011

May 18th, 2011 (Week 4)

The Rickster has a friend. He's in the second grade. Miss Q watched them play hide and seek. The turtles were test weary, so they enjoyed their short little recess among the little kids.

Miss Q noticed Rickster and his one little buddy. Miss Q also noticed Memphis, who, for the most part remained alone. All by himself. Why, I wondered, when most of the boys accepted him?

He had a new piercing in his left ear. As he walked over, Miss Q looked at him and pointed her finger at her own ear, questioning.

"Who did it?"

"Ahno." he said. What?

"Ahno. I dno."

He was trying to say "I don't know." Being evasive. Miss Q didn't know quite how to feel about it. On one hand it was not unlike The Gage's gage. A endearing namesake. On the otherhand it marked him out as different, and not in a way I would've liked.

Miss Q may have been wrong about Uniqua and Skinny Jeanz. Their friendship, despite their deep conversations about Skinny Jeanz boyfriend, is rather sincere. I like it.

Educational Article: More Schools Trying Separation of the Sexes (Week 4)

More Schools Trying Separation of the SexesBy Michael Alison Chandler and Maria Glod
Washington Post Staff Writers
Sunday, June 15, 2008


Mrs. Demshur's class of second-grade girls sat in a tidy circle and took turns reading poems they had composed. "If I were a toucan, I'd tweet, I'd fly," began one girl. When she finished, the others clapped politely.
Down the hall, Mr. Reynolds's second-grade boys read poems aloud from desks facing every direction. A reading specialist walked around with a microphone. "If I were a snow leopard, I would hunt, I would run," began one boy. One classmate did a backbend over his chair as he read. Another crawled on the floor.
So went a language arts lesson at Washington Mill Elementary School last month, with boys in one room and girls in another. The Fairfax County school, in the academic year that is ending, joined a small but fast-growing movement toward single-sex public education. The approach is based on the much-debated yet increasingly popular notion that girls and boys are hard-wired to learn differently and that they will be more successful if classes are designed for their particular needs.
With encouragement from the federal government, single-sex classes that have long been a hallmark of private schools are multiplying in public schools in the Washington area and elsewhere. By next fall, about 500 public schools nationwide will offer single-sex classes, according to the National Association for Single Sex Public Education, based in Montgomery County. That's up from a handful a decade ago. The approach is especially attractive to some struggling schools in the market for low-cost reform.
The 2002 No Child Left Behind law cites single-gender classes as one "innovative" tool to boost achievement. But anti-discrimination laws banned widespread use of such classes, allowing them only in certain instances, such as sex education lessons. A change in federal regulations in 2006 gave schools more flexibility, allowing boys and girls to be separated as long as classes are voluntary and "substantially equal" coeducational classes are offered.
Several Washington area public schools have tried single-sex classes or plan to begin them. Woodbridge Middle School in Prince William County on Friday ended the first year of a two-year pilot program that offers single-sex instruction in core academic classes for some students. In Prince George's County, Drew-Freeman Middle School students will be split by gender for most classes starting in August. In the District, two new charter schools offering same-sex classes are set to open in August.
As the movement grows, so does debate over whether boys and girls really do learn better separately. Research remains slim on whether single-sex education boosts achievement in public schools. Most studies have examined private schools.
Proponents of same-sex schooling argue that girls and boys are too often shortchanged by coed classrooms and that students from lower-income families deserve access to learning environments once exclusive to private schools. Advocates also cite emerging research that indicates gender differences in brains and cognitive development.
"We as a nation do not understand gender difference and . . . regard it as politically incorrect to discuss it," said Leonard Sax, founder of the single-sex education association and author of "Why Gender Matters." As a result, he said, schools are not helping students reach their potential. "We are unintentionally pushing girls out of computer science, and pushing boys out of subjects" such as arts and languages. He contends that single-sex schooling can reverse the trend.
But many feminists and civil rights leaders cite a long history of separate and unequal education for girls, and argue that segregation will perpetuate damaging stereotypes. The American Civil Liberties Union and five Kentucky families with middle school students filed a lawsuit in May against the U.S. Department of Education and others alleging that the school's single-sex program violates federal anti-discrimination law and is unconstitutional.
"Single-sex education isn't the best preparation for a coeducational world," said Emily J. Martin, deputy director of the ACLU's Women's Rights Project.
Washington Mill Elementary Principal Lizette "Tish" Howard said uniform state standards and teacher quality requirements ensure parity for all classes. She said all-boys and all-girls classes could help remedy long-standing inequities she has observed in her career, such as overrepresentation of boys in special education.
Howard asked parents last year if they were interested in single-gender classrooms for core academic subjects. To her surprise, "I couldn't fill the classes fast enough," she said. She chose to start with sixth-graders because the adolescents were starting to "fall in love with each other" every spring, and second-graders because she wanted to follow their progress over time. Next school year, the initiative will expand to fifth- and third-graders.
To help teachers prepare for the new format, Howard bought them copies of "Boys and Girls Learn Differently!" by family therapist Michael Gurian. The book cites brain studies showing, among other things, that boys don't hear as well as girls and that girls are more sensitive to light. Boys often need to fidget and move to stay alert, Gurian writes, while girls are more likely to behave and pay attention. The book suggests teaching techniques to address such differences.
David Sadker, an American University professor and co-author of "Failing at Fairness: How Our Schools Cheat Girls," said Gurian's findings are "stereotypes of the first order" that will limit children's creativity and options.
But many teachers say the findings match what they see on a daily basis. More than 40,000 have received training from Gurian's Colorado-based institute in learning differences between boys and girls.
Teacher Jean Demshur sometimes dims the lights in her all-girls class, and she said she gives students frequent chances to work in pairs or groups to cater to their social strengths. The extra X chromosomes influence her classroom, with potted flowers on the windowsill, a closet full of pink backpacks and a notebook paper cut-out heart taped to a desk inscribed in pink Crayola script: "I like your hair."
Demshur said her students were more relaxed than in previous school years, and more likely to share opinions or volunteer for challenges. Rhys Spencer, 8, threw her hands in the air and exclaimed, "It's paradise!" to be with only girls.
Teacher Todd Reynolds tried giving boys hacky sacks to help them release energy and stimulate thinking. But after the room became "a popcorn popper," Reynolds said, he took them away. His room's sprawling seating arrangement gives boys space to move around. Reynolds said the layout occurred to him in part because the boys, exhibiting what's often considered a female trait, were "chitchatting" all day.
Reynolds said boys were more likely than in previous years to ask for help, and some often-shy students "seemed to shine." He said he's excited to see a contingent of boys excel at writing, sharing ideas and "feeding off each other."
The school has no test data yet by which to judge the experiment, but Howard noted that grades for children in same-sex classes improved in many subjects. A parent survey found that almost half the boys and almost two-thirds of the girls in the classes had better attitudes toward school.
Some schools have given single-gender classes a try without success. Twin Ridge Elementary School in Frederick County began offering all-boys classes in 2004 but phased them out last year because of lack of parent interest. Students in the school's all-boys classes did no better on tests than boys in coed classes.
Frances R. Spielhagen, an assistant professor of education at Mount Saint Mary College in New York who has studied same-sex classes at a public middle school for three years, said she found some gains for boys in language arts and for girls in math. But as the movement expands, Spielhagen said she is concerned about whether teachers thrust into the new programs will have more than a superficial understanding of how boys and girls are different.
"You can't simply separate kids by gender and think magic is going to happen," she said.

Opinion:

This probably is not the best article out there on gender based classes but the main points for it can best be summed up like this.

1. Boys and Girls Learn differently
2. Single gender classes encourage girls to go into non-stereotypical subject areas

The main point against it is that it promotes discrimination and 'separate but unequal schooling'. I disagree.

I can't say if I'm completely on board but what I do think is that gender schools can encourage boys to go into subject areas like theatre, creative writing, etc and girls to go into technical and science classes. Not only do they sign up for these but they do very well in them.

The reason I'm not totally on board is that I feel like mixed interaction with genders in education can be a good thing. Is it it always short-changing one gender to have both in the class or is it a great way for genders to challenge themselves to see things from different perspectives? Please Comment.

May 16th, 2011 (Week 4)

For once, Miss Q did not look forward to music.

She'd been spoken to on behalf of Mr. Music to not spend any time conversing with awkward turtles during music because they were so chatty. I had a little suspicion thinking of Mr. Music. I almost pictured him with a little displeased expression, annoyed that a Cadet would dare fraternize with "the enemy". I'm sure it wasn't like that, though.

But he was right. That week, Miss Q thought she was being quite helpful to Beancurd by trying to answer his questions. I was just happy that for once he was into the lesson and not making noises at everyone else. Lady Finch explained how Miss Q often tuned out everything else to focus on one thing. Very true.

Sorry, Mr. Music. It was not a great feeling, but eventually, Miss Q enjoyed music again.

Miss Q places sticker bets on Beancurds eating habits. It might be working. Unfortunately, today Miss Q kept her sticker. Beancurd didn't eat anything.

May 15th, 2011 (Week 4)

Today Miss Q sat between Memphis and Skinny Jeanz. They insisted. Memphis apparently was annoying her.

I worked on teaching Memphis different ways to communicate. With a bit of sarcasm.
"Hi, Miss Q how are you? Oh Memphis, I'm glad you asked. I'm fine, thank you."
Then that little smirk came back. He asked me how I was, only he didn't call me Miss Q.

"Don't call me that." I warned.

Were working on it.

Miss Q stayed on him about language the entire day, even pulling him aside and keeping him from his beloved P.E

Miz Boss and I shared commentary.

"It's really a shame, she said. When you talk to him he just looks right through you."

I kind of felt like that.
"Can you hurry up?" he asked carelessly, when I'd pulled him aside. "I like P.E"

Still working on the communication thing.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Respect is Not a Conditional Thing

Someone who lacks respect often has a lack of control. You see kids all the time, so aggressive and ready to pop off in the classroom. They're ready to challenge anything the teacher says. The other kids in the class laugh at these kids, but no one usually admires them. Soon enough, one kid's blatant lack of respect gives permission for others to do the same until the class falls into anarchy.

I'm not a fan of anarchy. I believe in respect for authority out of principle and faith. What these temperamental kids with disrespectful attitudes don't understand is that respect is not conditional.

Usually they'll say, "A teacher has to earn my respect. You have to give it to get it." So now respect depends on the worth of the teacher.

"The lesson was STUpid!"
"I was just really ticked off that day. I was not havin' it."

So now respect depends on whether the kid was in a good mood that day.

A thoughtful student might not show respect for a teacher he/she thinks fails to challenge them. A child with unstable or missing parents might disrespect anyone that makes any sort of pretense of having authority. They seem bent on proving that no one can tell them what to do.

I don't think kids want freedom as much as they'd like. Imagine if all of a sudden your parents no longer cared if you stayed out late, picked a lousy boyfriend or girlfriend, or threw away any plans of what to do after highschool. Wonderful? No.

Freedom like that brings despair and chaos because no one in your life cares enough to get angry with you for destroying yourself. Authority brings the assurance that you matter. Your decisions matter. Your choices matter. Total freedom means total meaninglessness.

Although I didn't always feel like this, I now believe that people in authority should be shown a measure of respect whether they are competent, capable, easy to like, or not. Why? Simply because they're in that position.

Anyone that accepts a leadership position also accepts responsiblity for the people they lead. If a class fails to learn, the teacher is the one under scrutiny. And so a teacher has a right to expect respect from students from day one. Leadership isn't about lording power over people. You're in the position to serve the people who are under you, so to speak.

Respect can't be demanded. But it should be expected.

Edited 7:12 05/15/11

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

May 11th, 2011 (Week 3)

Memphis was back today. Walking through the doors, again I prayed for the empathy to understand what Memphis was going through.

Co-Pilot, way ahead of the Boy Band, tagged Miss Q first today. Zefron and Robbie came after.

Memphis was playing soccer. He seemed taller, so Miss Q told him so when I walked up to him.

Memphis, you seem like you've grown at least 5 inches. I met your brother the other day... No I did know him already, but I saw him. Were facebook friends now. Yeah I have a facebook... What's my facebook name? Wait, what are ya'll doin on facebook?

Nala giggled sheepishly. I knew she had one. Nala and Memphis tease but identify with each other on some level. Both, I think feel misplaced because of their backgrounds.

Miss Q asked him if he would sit with her at lunch.

"Yep. It's cause' I got in trouble with the police and suspended and all that." he said openly, while Nala listened. When Nala asked questions, Miss Q found herself quoting Lady Finch.

"Your story is not his story."
"My story is my story." Memphis finished.

At lunch Miss Q was pleasantly surprised how much The Girls wanted her to sit with them at lunch. Especially SkinnyJeanz. So apparently she did appreciate the advice I'd offered the other day.

But Miss Q passed everyone up and motioned for Memphis to come over and sit at a different table. Miss Q started off.

"From what I hear from you, you have a rough home life."

"Yeah. I played outside the whole time, though."

From there, I did my best to explain all the things I'd been thinking about since his suspension. The words were a trifle stilted at first, not like when I'd first gotten hit that first burst of compassion and inspiration, but they flowed easily after a while.

"Anger is what I see from you sometimes. A lot of times, boys without fathers feel anger. It comes out in aggression, fighting, starting gangs. Because a gang is a means of security. It comes out against your teachers and classmates and against authority."

"Sometimes.."  he admitted.

"There are two choices you can make. Say for example, if not having a father really bothers you. You can turn to anger and gangs and violence. Or you can grow up and turn into the father you've never had. "

I told him about how society needed people like him. How many people he could reach out to that I couldn't. How I believed in him and how I didn't want him to waste his life, quite frankly. He could be for some other little kid what his older brother is for him.

"A lot of boys look up to me." he said. He jerked his thumb to the left, telling me how this friend of his looked to him for everything. I mentioned the other kid who got in trouble. Arbear's kid.

"I hear he's a nice kid."
"No." he shook his head. Interesting.

I told him I would watch him to see if he was taking his anger out at school. He nodded, suddenly serious and understanding.

After we talked I dismissed him and went to sit next to Skinny Jeanz. Mistake. The turtles were quick to point out the no-changing-seats-rule. Because they really stick by that one... But to my surprise, Memphis came to sit next to me.

He was still mischeivous. He broke a spork and twisted it. It was a silly little thing, but Memphis' grin managed to make it look weaponish. Together we talked about his favorite topic, Tennessee(older brother). Miss Q even told him who he thought Tennessee had a crush on. "Don't ask me how I know that." "I wanna know."

We both knew. We bantered back and forth some more. and then I learned that he and Tennessee were both rappers with some studio work in the making. Miss Q likes rap music.

"What do ya'll rap about?"
"Our life."

He was still misceivous. But from that minute, he looked at me differently. He shared with me an slightly innapropiate joke that I knew he had gotten from Tennessee. It was one of those "ur gay" jokes and I honestly didn't get it. But I decided to skip calling him out on it because that was his way of opening up. He lacks other ways of communicating. Were working on it. Baby steps.

But from th When Miss Q asked him to get in line he did so immediately. He would carry on, but then look back at Miss Q, wondering what she thought about this and then that. Anytime I'd correct him, instead of feeling like empty words, they now carried a new sort of value to them. Evidence to prove what I'd said. I believe in you. You have a choice to make.

My hope is that he'll continue to listen to me, recieving my warnings and the things I say as evidence of my respect for him. For now, he'll continue to act and look back, figuring out if I'm for real and what I expect from him. Miss Q is not a powerful male role model. But she became something to him.

Miss R came up to Miss Q and mentioned her concern for Rickster. The one Beancurd had picked on.
"He doesn't look happy."

I appreciated it. Rickster is very quiet, relaxed, and non-assuming. Miss Q thought to look into it, but was troubled. She ws not nearly as sure what to do with Rickster as Memphis.

Even so, today seemed to be a good day for Miss Q's confidence with wayward boys. The Gage clung to distractions and asked Miss Q about her pencil. Miss Q told him outright exactly what he was doing but that reading wasn't going away. A change from last week, he got out his reading assignment. He asked for help, so I got him started. It was amazing.

May 10th, 2011 (Week 3)

Miss Q met a girl named Black Jack today. She's in the 5th grade. Not that that was her real name but I had just never met a girl named after a card game before. She smiled meekly before ducking back into her classroom.

Outside, Miss Q told Co-Pilot and the others the dilemma of choosing a different class to stay in during EOG week. Princesstard was awfully sweet.

"Promise not to like them more than us!" she said. Miss Q told them they were irreplaceable awkward turtles. After all, they were her first classroom.

At lunch, SkinnyJeanz was upset because Solomon was picking on her. On the inside, Miss Q gave a little snort. Solomon always picked on her. Did she not realize how much Solomon liked her and therefore liked picking on her? But no, today was different because her now they were embarrassing her in front of her boyfriend, Kidd Josh. Solomon supposedly has a girlfriend. It's like a big game that they play that's really confusing where they half flirt/half pick on each other.

Anyway, Miss Q dealt with it, careful not to give it more seriousness then it all deserved. Did it really matter what Solomon called her? Do she really think Solomon disliked her?

"It matters. It matters" she insisted. Beancurd with his cheesy grin and constant chatter also annoyed her, while still managing to look sort of adorable at the same time. He does this often.

Sometimes Miss Q wonders if SkinnyJeanz is not a little too preoccupied with being teased by Solomon and sometimes Zefron, and silly comments about her social life. She remains sweet, though.

When Miss Q asked Uniqua what she wanted to be when she grew up, Nala proudly named the career she'd chosen yesterday.

"I'm gonna be a neonatal nurse." Hopefully, her nervous fear of tests would be overcome.

"Who is?" said Uniqua. Miss Q pointed, smiling.

Uniqua wants to be a teacher.

Then Miss Q said nothing, 'cause why would someone want to do that?

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

May 9th, 2011 (Week 3)

Today apparently the class didn't earn a single football in P.E

It was partly Miss Q's fault. During the pacer test, she had forgotten that she wasn't supposed to cheer for the kids. Miss Q probably cheered the loudest.

We played a game called Kings and Queens. You set up three 'castles' on each side made of hula hoops. The turtles were told to choose carefully the placement of the castles. Wow, giving kids a choice. How Love And Logic-y.

"Come on, Miss Bieber, we have to move it over there."
"No we don't Miss Know-it-all."
"Fate, hurry up so we can start!"

Whoever thought of giving kids choices needs to be ... gently persuaded otherwise. Still, Miss Q didn't miss the challenge and opportunity presented to the kids with that.

If Miss Q had her way, she would give a football to Zefron. In the heat of the game, he pegged Miss Q in the head with a ball. Funny. But no, at the end, he came up and apologized with a huge sheepish grin. He's such a kind boy.

Beancurd is tiny, but rather athletic. At lunch, Miss Q made Nala a fishtail and asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. A baby delivery person? You mean, a neonatal doctor or a midwife?

"Haha. Nee-yoh-naterrr." said Nala, trying out the title.

After she pointed it out on another girl, I asked her what "good hair" is. Sheepish, she said she didn't know. The concept of good hair is usually a cultural thing, so I wanted to know what she thought but mostly she was repeating what she had heard before. Interesting.

According to The Brit, Fruitbat and Dexter like each other. They do get along well. Honestly, Miss Q should've seen the idea coming.

Memphis returns on Wednesday.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Memphis (Week 2)

During the week, I saw Memphis' older brother.

I remember the first and second and third day Memphis asked me if I knew him. "You know my brother? He taught me how to fight."

I'd seen him a few times and had greeted him happily when I recognized him, seeing how his troubled little brother was in my class.

There's a look that's on Memphis' face at all times that's kind of like a smirk. Not a happy smirk, though. I couldn't put my finger on it till I'd discussed it with my mom. We both know about fatherless little boys. How many problems they seem to have.

What I see is anger.

For now, he's compliant, and rebells by clowning in front of his classmates. They laugh at his rude jokes, antics, and rough background, all while keeping a respectful distance.

He likes his jeans to sag low. He likes T.I and Eminem. His favorite food is gizzards. Apparently he only lives with Grandma and his older brother. He can appear quiet and compliant but sometimes its really only on the surface. Sometimes he seems more dedicated to mischeif than anything else.

To put it simply, I'm worried about him. His suspension is for suggesting to another kid to bring a pocket knife to school and start a gang. A gang.

Because when the people who are supposed to look out for you abandon you, when you have no real security, a gang is what you look for. Before, I had never really gotten beyond brief conversations with him. But I have a lot of words for him now. Words that he really needs to consider to choose the direction of his life.

Not having parents, not having a father is such a painful thing. Anger and confusion is there. But when I see him goofing off in class, something in me goes, please don't waste your life. Your life is too important and special--- to important to God if not your parents--- for you to just end up in jail or in a gang. If you don't have a father I know it hurts. I know. But don't grow up a victim of circumstances. I need you to grow up and become the father you had wish you'd had yourself. It's not as easy as that. But society need YOU Memphis, not some other, more stable child. You know more things than I can ever know. You can reach kids that I can't. Out there somewhere there's something you're interested in that doesn't involve beating people up. And when you find it, you can use that to help people who've gone through the same things as you. But you have a choice. You can be angry at society all of your life and turn to drugs and gangs.  Or you can choose to not waste your time here. This is a good school. Out of everyone, you should be the one striving to get the most out of it. not goofing around. Please listen. Please don't make a dumb choice. This is really important.
I can only do so much. I'm only a girl. He needs guidance. He needs postive males around him. If only, if only I could give him that. But I can't so far. But I know he needs someone in his life to speak these words, to know that he is loved and believed him, and that his life is important regardless of any family members that have failed him.

God please give me the empathy to understand the pain he's going through.

Solomon might have the same problem.

I'll tell him that and leave the rest up to God, because now many people at The Sanctuary know his name, and that he lives in the area. I'm also emailing the main social worker who works in my mom's office building.

Anyway, back to the guy I saw lying on the floor.

"Are you alright?" I wondered. He looked up. He was in pain but then a familiar smirk came across his face when he looked at me.
"No."
It was Memphis' brother. His friends were all laughing and I quickly picked up that he had just been kneed in the groin. He let out a colorful string of curses at them as he sat up. His friends, all urban and jocular against the wall seemed almost embarrassed for him. They murmured and shuffled as if I were some administrator, probably wondering what I was about.

I must have seemed calm. I was screaming in disbelief on the inside.

"Get up for a minute. How's Memphis?"
"Memphis?" he asked, still in obvious pain. "He's suspended."
"I know that. How is he?"
"Good." he let out a long sigh, cursing again. I left him.

It was... discouraging. This was Memphis' male role model? This is who he depended on and looked up to? I wanted to go back and smack him. Just shake him and say, "You have to get up off the floor and act like a man!! Now. For Memphis' sake."

I remembered how one day during P.E , Memphis had tripped himself on purpose, so blatant in making himself the butt of the for attention. I could see where some of the foolishness had come from. I still was hopeful about how I could help Memphis, but I had this sense of "are you serious right now?" and I shared with other Cadets. 

But then I realized that older brother, unimpressed as I was also probably didn't have such a great home life. And he had had no older brother. He was probably doing the best he can. Maybe I had just caught him at a bad moment.

It was completely unfair to write him off. Who knows what he's been through or whether there's something in him that justifies Memphis' reverence for him. Once again, Grace comes in to keep me in check.

But the mission to help Memphis continues.

I watched my brother grow up with a painful childhood. his biological father had died when he was a toddler. and little me, who had everything, didn't understand.

As for Memphis' older brother, we are currently Facebook friends. Miss Q still has many words for Memphis even though she, who has everything, couldn't possibly hope to understand.

For now I have to wait until his suspension is over.

May 3rd, 2011 (Week 2)

Miss Q came outside to chaos.

Dexter and Fruitbat are bad drivers.

"Miss Q wekeephittingsharpturns and both of our kids are lying bleeding on the floor!"
"Who's driving this thing?"
"I am! It's Fruitbat's fault! She was supposed to make me coffee this morning!"
"Why didn't you make him coffee this morning???"
"I DON"T KNOW!"

It was pretty bad. Sitting on the swings, Fruitbat and Dexter apparently started off on a peaceful drive with their imaginary family. But it was hardly a minute before the Chippettes ran up. Nancy Drew was jumping up and down over the little tyke that said the s-word (gasp)... sexy. Or at least I think that's what they were excited about. Princesstard talks fast when she's excited.

"Let's go back to see if he'll do it again!"
Then Co-pilot and Mariska raced to see who would tag Miss Q first today. I forget who won.

Speaking of winning, Miss Q and the turtles had a fun bet today. On my right Miss Bieber and Beancurd. In front of me in order was Nala, Fate, Uniqua and Skinny Jeanz who was now on crutches thanks to a softball accident. It might be the second time this year.

The Girls table (which always includes Beancurd) was fun and interesting. Miss Q had been wondering how Fate and Uniqua became so buddy-buddy this week. Fate actually explained.
"I started hanging out with them a few days. Just not at recess. Cause so-and-so doesn't like me." Then they talked and talked. Fate even talked to Beancurd. Or tried to. She told him he better be nice to her, since she gave him that thing. "Yak yak yak" said Beancurd. Which is what Beancurd likes to do. Except he was stangely quiet.

Like clockwork he eventually got up to leave to go take his medicine, leaving half of a sub. Wait.

What?

"Whoah. Beancurd's eating!" Miss Q announced, awed because a fourth grader was eating at lunch.
"I know!" said Miss Beiber. Beancurd almost never ate. That's why he's a Beancurd.

Soon Miss Q had a bet with Miss Bieber. I said he would eat all the rest of his sandwhich when he came back. Miss Bieber said he would only eat half. If Miss Beiber won, she'd get Miss Q's visitor sticker. The rest of The Girls agreed to stay quiet and not mention it to see what happens.

"Miss Rrrrrr." We waved at Miss R. Laughing, because Miss Q didn't say her name loud enough.
"Quick, act normal."

As soon as Beancurd came back, the turtles made these very subtle gestures to manipulate the outcome.

"Eat it already!!"
"No, don't finish it."
"Shhhh. AHHAHa"

It was major fun. Miss Beiber and I laughed anough to add years to our lives. Beancurd eventually finished his sandwhich, drawing out the last chews as long as possible. Miss Q got to keep her sticker.

This was before they got in line and Beancurd apparently did something awful.

I told Co-Pilot to try and be forgiving toward Mook and why he was probably acting annoying and that he probably actually wanted to be friends.

After cursive during reading time, Miss Beiber said,

"Miss Q, I know Beancurd's gonna talk to me. Can he move?"

Hmmm.

We made a deal. If Beancurd talked, Miss Beiber would get Miss Q's visitor sticker. I ended up keeping it.

But not before Beancurd came up to Miss Q twice. How do you pronounce sea anemone? Have you ever seen piranha?

After a deep discussion on both topics, Miss Q noticed a pattern.

Whenever faced with the challenge of not talking. Beancurd had plenty of questions. I thought this was something positive. Later of course, I found out he had told Rickster to 'move aside fatty' right in front of Miss R, who was mortified.

Miss Q was a bit embarrassed. I wonder if his family may have thought in endearing at first, how he says the first thing that comes to his mind. But other than that, it was a good day.

May 5th, 2011 (Week 2)

Teacher Cadet is cancelled next year.

Miss Q took a spelling test with the awkward turtles and failed to spell addend right, but teacher cadet was cancelled next year.

At lunch they called out for Miss Rrrr. Mr. Willard came to eat with us. Miss Q played the games on the backs of the milk cartons with Fate. ("You can't be crashin' through walls to get through the maze!")But Teacher Cadet was cancelled next year.

At one point, Miss Q might have tried to explain that Teacher Cadet was cancelled next year. As I was still there, and they didn't see how it affected them, they shrugged.

Beancurd was so silly today. The combination of Zefron, Uniqua, The Brit and Skinny Jeanz made a funny table. But as the little flutes played during Music and the teacher threatened to throw Beancurd out for the second time, Miss Q wondered exactly what where she would be.

Mr. German put it this way. "Do you want to be a teacher or hang out with the people in Teacher Cadet?" I wanted both.

"I always liked doing the independent thing. The people in groups can be whiny." he added, as if thinking back to some program he went through.
Hmm.
Mr. German's optimism was appreciated. But I can't put an estimate on the strength I get from seeing other Teacher Cadets. It's almost as if I felt I was competent and capable at teaching simply because Lady Finch or some Cadet insisted or told me I was. I will miss this.

Although I don't make a clear comparison, I consider myself the least deserving or entitled to a Teacher Cadet class. But because I took chemistry last year, I know when it's worthy to pursue something, even if you don't aren't immediately good at it. To me, that's something to be proud of.

May 4th, 2011 (Week 2)

May 4th, 2011

Today, Arbear did her lesson on blogging and the half hearted results. As planned, in the beginning we had a community building ice breaker. We each had to speak one minute about the person to the left of us. Ms. Finn was fierce in her selection, making sure to put Miss Q by the person she knew the least about. Almost all of us stumbled for words.

'We don't really know each other, so we can't judge each other', explained Arbear after the Icebreaker. I agreed.

Because I know and trust Arbear, not only do I not have a problem with her leadership, but some of her trademark bluntness washes over me. Over the past few days, she had explained to me the blogging system and exactly what she wanted everyone to get out of todays lesson, so I largely kept quiet.

As we got into the heat of the debate on the blogs, Ms. Finn was determined with her message.

Arbear's side can best be summed up like this: We are the ones that need to change. Not the standards.

Not all of us were convinced. There wasn't really a comfortable middle view. Especially since there seemed to be a dividing line between those with complaints and those who were content.

This is what I think:

There are many many reasons that we have for not completing all of our Teacher Cadet assignments. Many of us knew, when we got memo, which ones we may not have been able to do. But did we do our best, even knowing that, like we would in our other classes?

Because we didn't, without coming close to returning the energy and or humble determination that Arbear and Stewart did in creating the new blogging system, I'm going to have to say I agree with Arbear

Monday, May 2, 2011

Monday May 2nd, 2011

Miss Q's birthday is in 22 days. That just came to mind.

Miss Q's thoughts are constantly changing. The low level of anxiety that sometimes attended her was gone today. Maybe this was a result of all the hoping, praying, and thinking she'd done this weekend that took her mind off herself.

Zefron returned. Everyone was here except for one boy, the one that Miss Q had thought about all weekend. Memphis had ten days of suspension to serve. But I'll tell you everything Miss Q goes through for and with him later.

At lunch, Miss Q struggled to make Dubby see the seriousness of his rudeness to Mook. However, Mook, who's ego was already bruised began to try to annoy Co-Pilot and Dubby back. Miss Q has learned that this is Mook's way of putting up a shell to protect his feelings. If I can be obnoxious, than I don't have to let you know that you hurt my feelings.

But since I'm thinking about it now, should Miss Q tell him that? If Miss Q talked about it to Dubby, would that make him understand? With kids, sometimes it doesn't hurt to go beneath the surface. We'll see. Finally Miss Q asked him to finish telling her about the World of Warcraft game. Again, his eyes lit up.

Listening, someone might see the connection between the violence and raw nature of his video games and the mean-spirited nature of his insults toward Mook and play with Co-Pilot ("Let go of his arm"). But changing the topic got him off focus from his clash with Mook.

For some reason, Miss Q felt a bit tense after that, as if something bad was about to happen. It must have shown because a few times, the turtles looked a bit spooked when they caught her looking at them.
Fate's attitude toward Miss Q was cool today.
"How's the baby sister?"
She stuck her thumb up. Then she asked to move so as to not sit next to "them", meaning the Boy Band.

Once she looked up at me and stared at me for ten straight seconds like a deer caught in the headlights. Honestly, I didn't mean to stare. But I did wonder what was up with her.

Today, we got to go to gym to see Mr. Willard. Jailbreak is a favorite. He and Miss Q both agreed that the awkward turtles made up the best and most interesting class. Leading by example and with of competitive nudging, Miss Q was able to get everybody to aim for Mr. Willard on the other side. By arguing playfully with Beancurd over who would hit Stew first, Beancurd pegged him out twice. It was a lovely game.

Beancurd drove me crazy on while the class were waiting on the steps listening to directions. He seems to talk compulsively, but at the same time we still have a relationship. In the reading corner, there's a little beach chair. Today, the boy got stuck when the chair caved in on him and Miss Q had to help him out. It was so funny to see him trying to look innocent after I looked back to see if he would do it again on purpose.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Los Intereses

Dubby is interested in video games. World of Warcraft. Miss Q listened closely as he described his favorite games. But let me back up.

Zefron still hasn't come back. Because of this, there was a unique change in the boy band. Boo (who now speaks to me easy as anything) was a bit bored.

"Can I go make fun of my cousin? She's right over there." Miss Q thought it over.
"I wonder if it's against the Elementary Handbook..."
"That's ok. I'll tease her on the bus."

Dubby took the opportunity to monopolize the conversation. He even was incredible rude to Mook (Dubby doesn't think much of him). But today Miss Q settled for just briefly pointing out his rudeness. And Dubby settled for a sheepish, "Sorry Miss Q". But not sorry about his treatment of Mook and Co-Pilot. Co-Pilot and Dubby are buddies, so now I feel like calling people morons and stuff has become something normal. He almost doesn't think about it.

The reason Miss Q didn't focus on this was because she was learning so much about Dubby. Video games were what made his eyes light up, if maybe not improving his politeness. Violent and complicated ones, too. Not saying I'm jumping with joy, but how interesting. I mean that that was his interest and how much he enjoyed telling Miss Q. Miss Q plans to use this relational time for the future, for when she fully addresses his rudeness.

Fruitbat is interested in comics and owning her own bakery. I imagine she would love being involved with the drama department in my school. At recess we entertained each other by singing any commercial jingle we could come up with.

"At a goodnight sleepstore/ The Rest... It's Up To You!!"

On the way to recess, again, I slowed down to watch the smaller set play for a bit.
"Get off me Malfoy!"

This time they were playing Harry Potter. Hmm. Young as they were. Miss Q talked to Fruitbat about the games she used to play when she was little. She was glad to hear that Fruitbat also had these sort of games with her cousin.

Freakazoid, The Brit, Idaho, Fruitbat, Nala and Miss Q all chattered comfortably near the swings. The way Nala looks at and talks to Miss Q is like the others, but she's looking for more.

"What kind of music do you listen to?"
"Your earrings must be heavy."
"Do you like that t.v show?

It means something to her, to find someone like Miss Q who is like her but is also someone she wants to be like.

Nala's dad taught her to salsa. Miss Q loved that. Miss Q has been wanting to learn for a while now. I swear, these kids are so interesting.

But speaking of interests, there are many things I'd love to learn how to do. And all of them are things that can help me with teaching. I love to do hair. I'm fascinated with it. I love the Gospel and the theology of it. I'm fascinated with that. I love Spanish language and culture and music. If I learn how to salsa dance (it's expensive) then who's to say I can't start a club at the school where I teach and provide free lessons?

I went to a school pep rally today. Music and dancing can do a lot to bring unity to a school, a classroom, Miss Q and some awkward turtles on the swing set. Letting someone touch your hair is a bond. Nala is partial to a fishtail in her hair without being demanding of it. Spanish is becoming the country's second most common language. (Spanish and not French, sillies.)

Nowadays you can learn how to do just about anything using the internet. I'm also interested in computers. The Misses Q always talks about how teachers should use more technology in the classroom. So I'm planning on a computer programming class. I hope all of these things will help me become a better teacher.

In order to be successful, kids need to develop their interests. So I wonder, what is Memphis interested in besides fighting, Eminem, and bein 'raised by the streets?' Is there even anyone at home listening who cares?

Fatherlessness is an interest of mine.

It occured to me that there are always people around me who point out every opportunity available. Oh, you want to work in the medical field? Here's a volunteer program? Here's a program that lets you go to Guatemala for two weeks. Here's a program that helps you create video games for money. Here's this. Here's that. This is how I grew up. I'm especially greatful that I had this in middle school, because otherwise it's like a wasteland where there's nothing to do but gossip or be picked on because there's nothing to do.  Because of these people in my life, I've learned to go out and find things. But anyway, that's my new goal.

Become that person who knows where opportunities are. Because some children frankly don't have relationships the adults who know about these kinds of things. Think about it. It's usually the good kids who that adults naturally mention all the great programs, scholarships, and career paths to. And the ones that need structure the most end up with nothing to do and short shrift from the rest of society as a result. What were up against are children who don't have anyone at home listening to any of their interests. These kids are fending for themselves.

March 28th, 2011 (Week 1)

"Where is everybody?"

Zefron, Dexter, Princesstard, and Memphis were currently out. The lack of their specific awkwardness was apparent throughout the day.

Later, Miss Q found out that Memphis had been suspended for suggesting another kid bring a pocket knife. That's ten days that he'll be back in his home with only his older brother and Grandma. No parents. His home situation explains a lot to me, including all his miscievous ways of getting attention.

Miss Q must confess that she had started to believe that Beancurd misbehaved just for the sake of misbehaving. Sometimes it's easy to understand how "I-always-got-somethin-to-say" can be part of a kids personality, especially one as tiny as Beancurd. But, just like in art yesterday, he chooses to act as if he wanted to be sent out of the room.

It was music day today and Miss Q sat directly behind him on the carpet. As she hoped, it calmed him a bit. Now that I think about it, some of that chatter seems to come from this little anxiety he seems to keep with him. He still made these wonderful little screeching sounds on his recorder and giggled (fess up Miss Q, you even giggled) but he didn't talk to everybody nearly as much. Instead he actually turned around and asked Miss Q about the lesson.

"Uhhh, which one is da A?" he asked. By now of course Beancurd and Mr. Music had established a very familiar relationship that went beyond words. When your nickname is "certain people in this class", then you can say that. So Miss Q was surprised to see Beancurd genuinely confused. It was interesting that because he couldn't goof off and he felt like the teacher was the enemy, he ended up asking Miss Q questions. She explained it to him. He still has trouble with the fingerings. I think from now on, whenever Beancurd gets into 'let-me-act-annoying because so-and-so already thinks I am' stage, Miss Q will ask him whether he knows what's going on.

Miss Q's retainer that she had for her (cancelled) orthodontist appointment was newsworthy. (oh yeah! Miss Q was sitting in front of Fate all the way at the end. Idaho said, "Come over here!" but this time Miss Q said, "Ya'll come over here!" and so she managed to get The Brit, Idaho, and Fate to have a nice lunch together. It was great!)
The Brit tried to make a retainer out of styrofoam. That made Miss Q laugh. Fate was pleasantly excited. She wanted to be with her mother as she was having the baby.

Miss Q made a blunder when she said goodbye to Miss Finn.

"What did you say?" asked Miss Beiber.
"Miss Finn?" But it was too late. She and The Gage had zeroed in on Miss Q's slip up like some kind of radar. The funniest part was The Gage's expression.

"Arbear? Really?"

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Wednesday April 27th, 2011 (Week One)

I've mentioned the route Miss Q likes to take to reach the playground, but you should also know that in order to get to the turtles, you walk past a mini-playground for the smaller set. Today there was a group of younguns crawling on their knees pretending to be puppies. They barked and whined convincingly while the two 'handlers' shouted orders. All were welcome to play, it seemed. It was the kind of scene that left you feeling lighter afterwards. They threw themselves into their roles with humble abandon, content with being part of the group and noticeably not caring which particular puppy they found themselves next to. Even though there were different roles, none all seemed equal.

I'm not sure if Miss Q could throw herself into a silly pretend game the same way this point in her life. The turtles probably could, but even with them there was a difference. I wonder at one point did the turtles grow out of the puppy games and into social ones.

Walking towards the turtles, this time she came upon Nancy Drew and Princesstard on the swings. The conversation that followed seemed natural and unplanned but the question that started it was by design.

"What's your favorite book?"

Nancy Drew is one turtle that Miss Q doesn't talk to as often. But definitely not for lack of things in common. Her eyes lit up.

"A Dog's Life. It's a 4.9"

Miss Q feigned disappointment.

"You know I don't like books with the dog dying."
"True. But this actually makes the book better."
"Really?" wondered Miss Q with calm interest.
"Yes."

Princesstard's favorite author was Percy Jackson. Sort of.
"The author's name is Rick Rogaine, Princesstard." corrected Drew. Because of their friendship, Princesstard was gratefully accustomed to Drew's bluntness. She just really liked the Percy Jackson series in general. Whatever that is.

Miss Q told them about the A.R system, and how it could be mastered by simply reading a Harry Potter Book and gaining at least 25 points from a 10 question test. Nancy Drew happily explained the class owls, which involved reading a book, creating a questions, and making a diorama. Miss Q had seen Nancy present her diorama's before. They are similar types of students. Even in front of a classroom, Miss Q also feels at ease explaining books.

Nancy Drew mentioned that she could retrieve the book for Miss Q but it was still a pleasant surprise when she handed it over during cursive. She was beginning to start conversations with Co-Pilot and Solomon so that's how Miss Q found out she was ahead on her reading work. Hmmm.

When Miss Q suggested The Narnia series, she let out a little 'meh'.
"I heard they were a little cheesy?" (What???)

Somewhere, Lady Finch sneezed.

When the bell rang to line up, Miss Q took a moment to steal away and talk to The Gage.
"I thought about you this morning."
"Why."
"I spent all night working on an assignment for English and then left it at home. I felt really bad after that. But then I remembered what I told you yesterday. Ya know? Try anyway. Because that's what you did."
"Ok." he said, probably wondering why she shared that.
"Organization's not my thing."
"Me neither."

Miss Q wanted hoped that she could get across the idea of trying even without natural ability. What she said, though, was actually only a brief explanation of a ton of different emotions, gains, and failures. Truthfully she had forgotten and remembered only to forget many other things in the same morning. Miss Q: short-sighted, disorganized, whiny, sulky, and procrastinating. It's like someone looking at themselves in a fun-house mirrors. From the inside these weaknesses seem to swamp and overshadow any other qualities she might have. But by that point in the day the answer was obvious. Try anyway.

Lunch was fun. Beancurd tried to move his seat. Beancurd I need you to move back to your seat...Beancurd I need you to back to your seat... Beancurd... "ok ok blahbedyblahweirdladyharrassingmmmeeee". Beancurd always talks. The thing is not to acknowledge every thing he says. Who know how many hours of fun he's had with that already. The broken record method, with an easygoing but firm tone, did the trick this time.

Sitting next to Fruitbat who was sitting next to Beancurd was interesting. Fruitbat regaled me with a series of jokes. "Who's the newest pop singer out there?" "I don't know?" We eye each other in curiosity. "Lady Goo Goo Gaga!"

You have to be careful with Fruitbat. She has a biting wit. If she tells you a gossipy secret, there's always the danger of it actually being funny and that's always inconvenient. But Miss Q was ready today.

Uniqua, noticing me explained her harshness was because she gets cranky with the whether, launched on a story against Nala.

"She got a attitude with me. All I did watch her and she was like 'Whatchu lookin at!'."
"So then I came in and I was like, Sumthin ugly that's for sure."

I'd already mentioned earlier that Uniqua uses all her good all-star qualities against people sometimes. She agreed. As for Fruitbat... not nice.

"But it's the truth." Sigh.
"No. If someone calls you ugly, you can't say it's untrue just because you disagree. That's how they see it. But it's still hurtful."
"True, I guess."
"Don't do it. You wouldn't want someone to call you ugly."

It seemed to make sense then.

" I. get. irritated." Uniqua repeated, though in a decidedly good mood.
"I know." said Idaho. "You show me pink all the time, even though you know it makes me angry."
"You're like my best friend though." Instantly a part of Miss Q's brain went, 'umm, when was this?' but that was when she noticed the fickle quality of the turtles groupings.

For instance, Fate had become 'popular'. She chattered happily beside Skinny Jeanz, whispering in her ear, discussing her past boyfriend, and laughing at Beancurd's antics. She was 'in'. Truthfully, Miss Q didn't know whether to celebrate or not. Nala was apparently on the outskirts. There was also the fact that Solomon no longer flirted so much with Skinny Jeanz. Both of them seemed slightly subdued. Maybe their break apart had cooled their little romance.

On the far side of the table sat Nancy Drew, Princesstard, Mariska, Dexter and The Brit. They were a solid little table with a nice three-seated distance away from ours. Miss Beiber (Miss Q guessed with her eyes closed at Fruitbat's questioning) was missing and in silent lunch. Miss Beiber's finger is now covered in a cast. After Miss Q accused her of ridiculous sneaky dealings, she explained that her brother had shut the cutlery drawer with her finger still inside.

After cursive, the turtles had the opportunity to catch up on some of their work. Miss Q cringed inwardly as she saw the new set of Clique novels on Miss Beibers desk. Because what we really need, ladies and gentlemen, is more Clique novels. Princesstard got her rug in a hurry.

"Miss Q, would you please come over and help my table get along." she said, a bit annoyed.
Miss Q wish she'd stayed. She could use some of her diplomacy.

Fate and The Gage are notorious enemies. They argued quietly and alone at their table. The funny thing, I highly doubt they actually dislike each other. It just made life more interesting.

As Miss Q sat down, they stopped and went back to their work. Yeah. That's what I thought.

But The Gage had the dreaded Morphed Animals worksheet, with it's one finished paragraph. Uh oh.
Suddenly he becamed extremely engaged (note choice of words) with drawing a disfigured puppy head on the back of his cursive. Here it comes.

He scrutinized the eraser of Miss Q's 'special' mechanical pencil. He asked her questions about the pencil. Fate also distracted a bit, discussing the methods to take care of the pencil she would trade Miss Q.

Maybe because he sensed how much Miss Q wanted for him to work, he got a bit of leverage.
"I'll work as soon as I hit the pencil." He tried. He missed. He hit the pencil.
"I don't wanna work."

Miz Boss noticed all this.

"Gage, put the scissors back." she said dangerously.

When it was time to go to art ("Yesss! Art!!"), Miss Q told him what she saw. "You use distractions in order to not do your work."
"Nuh uh! I did do something."
"You didn't write anything."

Miz Boss told him to stay behind. Miss Q wondered how Miz Boss would approach him as she followed the turtles into art.

Besides Beancurd quickly being sent out of the room, art was pleasant. Miss Q discussed art and the meaning of the word regional with Mariska and Princesstard. She glazed her mother's day spoon at a little table with Co-Pilot, Fate, and Dexter. She laughed at Co-Pilot.

"You make me laugh Co-Pilot." Like Zefron, Co-Pilot is extremely hard not to like. He's just a jovial, roundish red-head with a huge grin always plastered on his face.

"Don't worry purple. You'll be used soon enough." Miss Q laughed. Fate was in a good mood. She was trippin.

"Yes, don't worry purple. You're so lucky to be used by the beautiful, amazing Fate." I love Fate's glasses, which she took off for me that day. They made her more Fate-like. And she never did look more like Fate than when saying that.

"Poor purple." Yeah. That was Miss Q. Co-Pilot smirked. A pause.
"Hey!"
"Just kidding. Heh heh." Sheepish.
"Don't worry purple," Fate added. "You won't be used by that awful lady who called me mean."

The Gage came to art sullenly. Later Miz Boss told Miss Q that The Gage had to make a teary call home over his work not being done. Of course they both understood how much The Gage wanted to escape from writing. Miss Q had a good feeling about it but there was still the problem of how The Gage responded to writing assignments ahead of him. In the fourth grade there's a huge writing test. If he can use all that determination (stubbornness) than he'll be in good shape. But Miss Q can't do it for him.

March 27th, 2011 (Week 1)

Morphed Animal Report: Planning Sheet (To Be Five Paragraphs)

First Paragraph
*Introduce that we are in the year 3000 and you are a scientist working to morph two species of animals...

Miss Q took the long way down the fourth grade hallway to get to the awkward turtles. The walk is longer, so it gave her more time to think. Plus, she always wondered which turtle would notice her first since she came from the back.

There was a tradition among some of them that meant some of them dropped everything to go run to Miss Q. The boy band made it a competition, seeing who could tag her first. It was Boo, quiet as usual, who found her first.

He hasn't been that quiet lately.

"Zefron's not here." he explained. "We don't know where he went."

Without Zefron, the Boy Band had a disjointed quality. His bright personality and good humor always was a favorite with Solomon, Co-Pilot, and Boo. Poor Co-Pilot instead had to settle for teasing Miss Beiber. I wish I could say the nicknames they came up with, but they're too close to their actual names.

Miss Q laughed. The teasing had a playful, innocent quality about it. The turtles, perhaps because they were back from spring break, all managed to get along. Even on the way to the computer lab, The Gage only tried to torture Fate halfheartedly like a little afterthought, dangling his sheet of paper in front of her face untill she glared at him.

Beancurd was his usual overtalkative 'whatchagonnado' type self, but he hadn't found something to be angry about yet. Miss Q made sure to ask him how his mouth had been over Spring Break.

More important things happened. Nancy Drew revealed her views on custodians.
"You know how they are." she said. "That's probably why they're custodians." What? Nooooo.
"I was a custodian!" I say, almost pathetically (I should probably explain. Nah) She has a deep sense of sarcasm and is a gifted writer. She reminds Miss Q of a friend.
"I know. But you're not one anymore."

Miss Q didn't have an argument prepared at that point. But then again, Nancy Drew probably liked a good debate, didn't she? Hmmm.

Other important things? Fate's baby sister could come at any moment. Miss Q should know because the third time Fate told her she made sure to remind her she could be picked up to the office any moment... any second... any moment.

Fourth Paragraph: Food
*What will this animal eat? Must be foods that are found in your chosen environment.
*Explain HOW your animal gets its food...

I sat next to The Brit, who seemed to be on frosty terms with Dexter. Miss Q was surprised to hear they didn't spend any of their break together.

"I went on a cruise." said Dexter
"Nobody cares." said The Brit, uncharacteristicly.
"Miss Q cares," reminded Dexter. Miss Q agreed.

We discuss how Miss Q can always sense which turtles weren't present without having to look around. She closes her eyes.... hmmm Zefron and Skinny Jeanz. Neat huh? Freakazoid was chatty and as usual, openly affectionate, making sure to remind Miss Q how she shared in the classes awkwardness. We got into a political discussion. Miss Q needs help recovering from it. Is Al Qaeda a group or a person? Taliban is Afghanistan? What? In Miss Q's defense, sometimes the news and 4th graders are equally reliable.

As a rule, all fourth graders must destroy their food before they eat it. We discuss this. On Miss Q's left, Idaho attacks her potato chips and offers plenty of conversation. It's kind of nice, since before we seemed to have nothing to talk about.

Second Paragraph: Adaptations
*Can it fly away? Hide in inside its shell? Stand very still and blend into surroundings?...

Solomon seems sad. He gives a short mumbled answer when questioned once. Somehow I think it has to do with more than just Skinny Jeanz not showing up.

In the computer lab, Mook and Freakazoid, of course have the required empty seat between them. Mook forbids Miss Q from sitting there. Miss Q managed to look so heart broken, he even looked a little guilty.

Of course, seeing as Mook and Freakazoid have an assignment to do, she sits over there anyway. I remember as A kid, sometimes having an adult right there would almost help you concentrate. Like the goofyness that I always had would go away long enough for me to focus. That's how Mook and Freakazoid are. Then there was The Gage.

Miss Q knew what he was doing before she looked at him. Sitting at his desk, red head flat on the desk with a comatose posture, he had already checked out. I mean, it was a writing assignment. The first time Miss Q met The Gage was in a reading group. There was certainly a lot of distraction to deal with that first time. We were adversaries. And since then, The Gage still desperately wants to escape writing.

Not all the time though.

"You forgot the sheet." He said promptly, the minute he saw Miss Q at recess. He was referring to the writing assignment she had with her mini-lesson. A miracle had happened then. "Now I know writing is easy." he said. He wanted to stay and finish what he'd started. I think he liked the steps I came up with. I don't know. If he was only trying to make me happy, it definately worked.

I guess this new determination of his that he showed was what caused Miss Q to walk over to him this time.

His little freckled face was flat on the desk, slowly drawing a dark smiley face. Helpless.

"You told me writing was easy, remember?" Miss Q prompted.

"But my hand hurts." he sighed. "Can't get this pencil to work." he mumbled, taking the the point of his pencil and jamming it until it was broken. The Gage clings desperately to distractions, accepting alternate preoccupations (even annoying ones) with open arms.

"Try anyway."

He fiddled with his pencil some more. It was a brand new pencil, he muttered.

"Don't worry about it." A pause.

"Ok."

Paragraph 1...

Hi.

"I can't use this pencil."

"Take mine." Miss Q handed him a new mechanical pencil. She told him it was a special pencil since it happened to match her shirt that day.The eraser was gone, but he had an eraser.

"Try anyway." Miss Q said again.

Hi. My name is The Gage. I come from the year 3000. I am a scientist working to morph two species of animals.

Almost everyone else was typing theirs. The words looked like a solid paragraph on his looseleaf. When Miss Q left, she knew there was a chance he might not finish the rest of the paragraph. But he'd done 100 % more than what he would usually had done.

It was like a scene out of Love and Logic. Couldn't really have done that a few weeks ago.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Los Angeles' Combat High School (Blog 18)

"A fight between rival groups of black and Latino students at Locke High School quickly escalated into a campus-wide melee Friday, with as many as 600 students brawling until police restored calm with billy clubs.

The troubled campus in South Los Angeles was locked down after the fight broke out at 12:55 p.m., as students returned from lunch to their fifth-period classes. Overwhelmed school officials called Los Angeles police for help, but students and faculty said it took about half an hour before dozens of officers, many in riot gear, restored order.

"The kids were crazy, running from place to place, jumping on other kids," said Reggie Smith, the school's band director, who said he ran to pull his students from the melee. "Some of my kids were crying because they were walking to class with friends and they got jumped."

Los Angeles Unified School District police said that there are only two officers assigned to Locke but that the school police force brought in about 60 officers after receiving word of the brawl. The Los Angeles Police Department also dispatched more than a dozen patrol cars and about 50 officers.

Susan Cox, an LAUSD spokeswoman, said police arrested four people -- three students for fighting and one non-student for illegal possession of a knife. Four students were treated in the school nurse's office for minor injuries.

The campus at 111th and San Pedro streets has long been one of the city's most troubled. This school year has been particularly difficult, with near-daily fights -- albeit on a much smaller scale -- during much of the fall and winter. Locke is about to be reorganized as a cluster of charter schools run by Green Dot Public Schools, which will take over in July, and some faculty and staff have accused the district of letting the campus drift in its final year as a traditional public school.

"Morale has really dropped because they don't feel like they have everybody behind them," cheerleading coach Marlo Jenkins said recently. "There are just fights upon fights upon fights now."

Faculty members and Green Dot complained that L.A. Unified nearly halved its funding for non-police security aides at the start of the year. The school has been especially plagued by tagging crews -- the school employs two full-time workers just to paint over graffiti, said Green Dot's Kelly Hurley, who is managing the transition.

Faculty members also complained repeatedly about in-school ditching and a massive tardiness problem. Finally, the district restored some of the trimmed security, faculty said, and also dispatched an additional administrator to help restore order. Until then, the district had relied on Principal Travis Kiel, who'd been brought back from retirement. In recent weeks, students and teachers have reported improved conditions -- less ditching, a little less graffiti.

But then came Friday's melee, which students and teachers said was by far the worst of the year, perhaps the worst in years.

Joseph Sherlock, a senior, 17, who has been at Locke for four years, called it "my first actual encounter with a riot." He added: "I've seen fights, and I've seen fights between black and brown, but I've never seen anything like this."

Sherlock, who said he saw police use pepper spray during the melee, said tensions between African American and Latino students have not been a serious problem at the school. With an enrollment of 2,600, Locke is 65% Latino and 35% African American.

"It's not the way it's portrayed in the media; that's not what it's like at all," said Sherlock, who is black. Another black student, Ronald White, said African American and Latino students commonly divide along ethnic lines but aren't necessarily hostile. "Everybody usually just sticks to themselves," he said.

White, a 17-year-old senior, said he had just stepped from a main building into the school's grassy quad when he was met with a scene of chaos.

Hundreds of students were outside, and from what he could see, "Most people was fighting." Eventually, police began to swarm onto the campus, and White said the students began fighting the officers, who responded with their batons.

"I was in the corner, just watching," he said. "I saw a girl get hit by the police and she went down."

Senior Victor Wong, 18, said the brawl grew out of a fight two days earlier between a Latino student and an African American student. Wong said Latino students who are friends of his asked him to participate in a fight planned for Friday that was to pit 10 Latino students against 10 African American students.

"It was a crew-on-crew thing," he said, referring to graffiti gangs. "They asked for my help, but I'm graduating," he said. "I'm done with all that."

Wong said the two groups of instigators met as planned at the school's handball courts, and "all of them started going at it." Within seconds, he said, the fight escalated beyond the original two groups, and people began running throughout the campus fighting.

"They would finish one place and run to another corner and fight," he said.

"Security didn't know where to go," Wong added. "They'd concentrate in one spot and something would happen somewhere else. This is the worst I've seen."

Minor injuries at the scene were treated by the school nurse and L.A. Fire Department personnel. No one required hospitalization, the school district said. There were, however, some descriptions of students being badly beaten.

Wong said he saw one student beaten unconscious on a handball court. Sherlock said he saw one Latino student walking along Saint Street, the road that bisects the campus, when he was surrounded by a large group of black students who began hitting and kicking him. "He was bleeding real bad," Sherlock said. "When they stood him up, he kind of collapsed back down."

Sherlock, who is a member of the Black Student Union and the school's new House of Representatives, which was formed to help guide the transition from traditional school to charter, added that he had tried to stop the fighting, but to little effect. After securing order, authorities rounded up the students who hadn't returned to class and segregated them by race, holding Latinos in the boys gym and African American students in Hobbs Hall, the school's multipurpose room.

Beginning at 2 p.m., school officials began releasing students in small groups to go home. The school remained on lockdown until the last group had left about 3:15 p.m.

LAUSD's Cox said that there would be an enhanced police presence at Locke during school hours next week and that the district would send human relations staff to the school to talk to students.

In recent years, melees have broken out periodically at many campuses with a black and Latino presence, including in Los Angeles, Lynwood and Compton. There have been fights between Latinos and Armenians in other areas that led to campus lockdowns.

In nearly all cases, no serious injuries have resulted, but the incidents have frightened students and parents, marred the reputation of schools and hindered the learning of students who frequently already face substantial academic challenges.

"How do you build anything here when something happens and adds to the negativity?" asked band leader Smith.

Q: I was going to post an article on teachers dealing with helicopter parents but I've never been able to wrap my head around stories like this.


You know: the schools full of gang activity, violence, and racial tension. One of the questions I've had in my head is how much should schools tolerate students who's behaviour puts other students in danger and keeps them from learning? "Students shouldn't be entitled to an education regardless of how disrespectful and misbehaving they are," goes one view.

 But this ---"Until then, the district had relied on Principal Travis Kiel, who'd been brought back from retirement." caught my attention.

How could a principal change the dynamic of a school like this? Ive seen examples of this.

This lady.
That lady.
THAT man

Each of them have something that I see in common. They often take an active grassroots approach to their students. Things like knowing the names of all the students, going after the students who don't show up, and fearlessly dealing with parents are no surprise to them.

The first thing that comes to my mind when I read articles like these is to increase security measures. But I think it's only a temporary to the real problem. The number one thing I can think of to help schools like these is administrators that are willing to get involved with students lives. The first link features a woman who promised to get a mohawk if the students got at least a 70 on their SOL scores. If you read, you'll see the results were even better than that.