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5 June 11
21 October 10

humanscaleschools:

August To June

An 88 minute documentary that celebrates values we are on the brink of losing in the single-minded pursuit of higher test scores.

Come inside a public school happily and purposefully
going against current trends!  Join 26 8-10 year olds,
their teacher, and their parents for a year bursting with opportunities for curiosity, creativity and compassion. 

“…a flat-out gorgeous, beautiful movie, a brilliant poem of childhoods in motion over time.  …here it’s impossible to lose
sight of the kids or forget them after the film stops.  They have signed the air with an individual presence that honors both the film and the education they are getting.”
~ Joseph Featherstone
author Schools Where Children Learn, and Dear Josie,
emeritus faculty leader Michigan State University’s acclaimed teacher education program

I think a good teacher can succeed within a more typical, direct instruction setting.  

I also think a poor teacher can stall the learning of his or her students in an open classroom setting, just like this one.  

I think that each student has particular needs.  Some might thrive in the former and flounder in the latter, and vice versa. I think we need to agree that there is no one “right” model for all children. 

Reblogged: adventuresinlearning

13 October 10

Reblogged: adventuresinlearning

Posted: 1:21 AM

Reblogged: 2arrs2ells

11 October 10

Disclaimer

So I see my last post lost me a follower here.  

I should probably take a moment to clarify that when I offer my opinions here on school reform, I’m speaking from my own experience, which would be that of a teacher who has only ever taught in Title I urban schools.  I don’t profess to claim that I know what kids in rural New Mexico absolutely need, or what kids in a wealthy Connecticut enclave need.  I only know of the needs of a very particular population, which tends to be low-income and replete with staggering academic deficiencies.  (I am talking high school students who read at a third grade level, middle school students who don’t know how many states there are and can hardly name more than three, and teenagers who still need to count on their fingers to add or subtract single digits.  Some of them would be worthy of an IEP; some of them are just—as it was called in the school district—ABT, or Ain’t Been Taught.)  Maybe other kids in other walks of life don’t need different things from what my students need; I do know, however, that my students had very particular needs, and I’ve taught long enough within that one specific population to have some very valid points.  I’ve taught in a school which was profoundly broken, and then I’ve taught in a school which housed the same kids, and I’ve seen what works.  

I’ve always tried to remain open-minded in matters of education, because when I was training to become a teacher in my alternative certification program, we were taught to recognize “blind spots”—in other words, to consider the other side and assume that they are wanting the best as well.  An angry parent is also a caring parent who wants the best for his or her child.  A jaded coworker is someone who has had much more experience in the field than you.  And so on.  I may dislike unions because of my own personal experience with union teachers, but I know why they are necessary and I know that not every union teacher is like the ones I knew in my school.  

But I find it very frustrating when other sides are not so open-minded in return.  I feel like a lot of people are willing to make claims about the education crisis when they’re never worked with the kind of students hit hardest by the education crisis, like I have.  And that’s upsetting, because I know a lot of people who share my opinions in education, and a lot of them are doing really fantastic things and want the best for children.  

Honestly, I think the education reform movement is most crippled not by a lack of interest or funding, but its leaders’ inability to listen.  

10 October 10

Reblogged: adventuresinlearning

4 October 10
This is Anthony, my favorite of the five children profiled in Waiting for “Superman”.  He is my favorite because, as a good friend put it, he is just a normal kid.  He likes playing video games and watching TV.  He’s not a stellar student (yet).  He’s not particularly precocious or gregarious.  But he is my favorite, because he is so sincere, and because the odds stacked against him—he’s a black boy without a positive male role model, in a less-than-affluent neighborhood—make him the most poignant figure in the whole film.  
I went into the movie with as open a mind as possible, but it’s hard, because I could hardly find anything objectionable.  As LA’s mayor put it, “I’ve heard criticisms that it’s anti-union. I think it’s pro-kids.”  I mean, have you ever had to tell a parent no?  Being at a charter school, I used to have to do it all the time.  A parent walks in the front door of the school.  “Do you have any applications?  Any openings?” “We have applications, but we are already filled for the next school year.  There’s a waiting list?”  It’s not fun.  It makes me paranoid for the days when I will be a parent myself, because I should hope I will never be put in a similar position of simply wanting for my child what should be taken for granted.  
And it’s not just the failing urban schools.  I went to a large, suburban high school with nice facilities very much like the one profiled in the film, and despite being in the highest “track”, I still had some very shitty teachers.  I had a teacher who usually ran about 5 minutes late to English class.  (For those keeping count, that’s an estimated 450 minutes, or 7.5 class periods, of lost instructional time.)  I had a math teacher who spent the first 30 minutes of class shooting the shit about his college days, and then the last 20 going over homework.  I had a physics teacher who gave “optional” homework (too lazy to grade it, I guess), lectured the whole period, and did maybe two demonstrations the whole year.  I had another math teacher who, after I got a C on the first test, held me after and suggested I drop to a non-honors class.  (I never did, and instead stayed up late to teach myself the math, and two years later I eked out a 4 on the AP Calc B/C test.)  I had an economics teacher who sat at his desk the whole period and literally taught to the test, in that he would give us the answers to the tests the day before giving it so that we could all run home and memorize them.  ”I’m sorry,” I said one day, in front of 25 seething, grade-grubbing honors students—our valedictorian race was so cutthroat that year that they eventually abolished the practice—“but are you actually ever going to teach us this stuff?  Because I’d really like to learn it.”  
Surprise—I’d had so many shitty math, science, and economics teachers in my later years that they are still subjects with which I struggle today.  And we grew up in a household filled with books, a father with an M.S. and a mother with an M.F.A., personal computers, Montessori preschooling, regular visits to the museum, trips abroad, music lessons, summer camp, and all the other cliche shit that is supposed to imbue a child with that magical gift of “privilege,” of “cultural capital.”  I wonder where I would have been had I grown up in a different setting.  
So yes, based on my fairly narrow personal experience as a middle-class suburban child and a teacher in a large, failing, urban school district (and then a teacher at a high-performing charter not unlike the ones featured in the film), I don’t think the film strikes a false note.  However, being open-minded and having had a fairly narrow personal experience, I’d love to hear why others might have found it so appalling.  
If anything, I found it emotionally overwhelming, simply because I felt as if someone had taken the most wrenching, rage-filled, hopeless moments of the past five years of my life and put it on screen.  There is so much about public education that I wish people knew, which is so hard to understand, and at the very least, I hope the movie can start that dialogue.  

This is Anthony, my favorite of the five children profiled in Waiting for “Superman”.  He is my favorite because, as a good friend put it, he is just a normal kid.  He likes playing video games and watching TV.  He’s not a stellar student (yet).  He’s not particularly precocious or gregarious.  But he is my favorite, because he is so sincere, and because the odds stacked against him—he’s a black boy without a positive male role model, in a less-than-affluent neighborhood—make him the most poignant figure in the whole film.  

I went into the movie with as open a mind as possible, but it’s hard, because I could hardly find anything objectionable.  As LA’s mayor put it, “I’ve heard criticisms that it’s anti-union. I think it’s pro-kids.”  I mean, have you ever had to tell a parent no?  Being at a charter school, I used to have to do it all the time.  A parent walks in the front door of the school.  “Do you have any applications?  Any openings?” “We have applications, but we are already filled for the next school year.  There’s a waiting list?”  It’s not fun.  It makes me paranoid for the days when I will be a parent myself, because I should hope I will never be put in a similar position of simply wanting for my child what should be taken for granted.  

And it’s not just the failing urban schools.  I went to a large, suburban high school with nice facilities very much like the one profiled in the film, and despite being in the highest “track”, I still had some very shitty teachers.  I had a teacher who usually ran about 5 minutes late to English class.  (For those keeping count, that’s an estimated 450 minutes, or 7.5 class periods, of lost instructional time.)  I had a math teacher who spent the first 30 minutes of class shooting the shit about his college days, and then the last 20 going over homework.  I had a physics teacher who gave “optional” homework (too lazy to grade it, I guess), lectured the whole period, and did maybe two demonstrations the whole year.  I had another math teacher who, after I got a C on the first test, held me after and suggested I drop to a non-honors class.  (I never did, and instead stayed up late to teach myself the math, and two years later I eked out a 4 on the AP Calc B/C test.)  I had an economics teacher who sat at his desk the whole period and literally taught to the test, in that he would give us the answers to the tests the day before giving it so that we could all run home and memorize them.  ”I’m sorry,” I said one day, in front of 25 seething, grade-grubbing honors students—our valedictorian race was so cutthroat that year that they eventually abolished the practice—“but are you actually ever going to teach us this stuff?  Because I’d really like to learn it.”  

Surprise—I’d had so many shitty math, science, and economics teachers in my later years that they are still subjects with which I struggle today.  And we grew up in a household filled with books, a father with an M.S. and a mother with an M.F.A., personal computers, Montessori preschooling, regular visits to the museum, trips abroad, music lessons, summer camp, and all the other cliche shit that is supposed to imbue a child with that magical gift of “privilege,” of “cultural capital.”  I wonder where I would have been had I grown up in a different setting.  

So yes, based on my fairly narrow personal experience as a middle-class suburban child and a teacher in a large, failing, urban school district (and then a teacher at a high-performing charter not unlike the ones featured in the film), I don’t think the film strikes a false note.  However, being open-minded and having had a fairly narrow personal experience, I’d love to hear why others might have found it so appalling.  

If anything, I found it emotionally overwhelming, simply because I felt as if someone had taken the most wrenching, rage-filled, hopeless moments of the past five years of my life and put it on screen.  There is so much about public education that I wish people knew, which is so hard to understand, and at the very least, I hope the movie can start that dialogue.  

28 September 10

Reblogged: girlwithalessonplan

15 September 10
20 May 10
Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh