How to See if it's Really the Teachers' Fault - Blame Teachers for All Schools' Ills

So, one of the purported goals of this blog is to address the problem with education in this country. I don't know anyone who doesn't think there is a problem with education in this country; the trouble is, what can we do about it? It would be great if we could blame the teachers; that would be so easy. And, to be honest, teaching was not drawing the best and the brightest for quite some time. Teachers were not of the best caliber, especially in hard-to-staff schools. Because, let's be real, who wanted to go into tough and sometimes dangerous schools for peanuts for pay? There wasn't exactly a bunch of Ivy League graduates lining up for those gigs. When I was considering a career, there was a stigma about teachers; I didn't view them as smart. But, now there's a recession and a teaching gig is seen as a secure career, with a tenure. So, suddenly, people who weren't interested (like me) consider it desirable.

It's NOT the teachers! Are there bad teachers? YES! When I first started, I knew 6th grade teachers who couldn't add fractions, teachers that somehow managed to FALL ASLEEP while kids were rioting around them, and teachers who just had kids decorate things and draw rather than teach. As long as the school could get a body to supervise a classroom, they didn't really care what was going on inside. Of course, in schools where taxes are high and parent involvement is much higher, you could always get competent people. It has been a LONG time since I have seen a terrible teacher merely babysitting students. I have worked in some tough schools and seen some really stupid people (lovely people, with good hearts, but dumb) in front of a class. I still work in a "tough" school, and teachers are no longer slouches, let me tell you. There is competition for teaching jobs now. Schools can find people with skills and experience and work ethic, and they no longer have to settle for anyone desperate enough to want to work at an inner-city school. Everyone is desperate nowadays.

So, can we just establish that it is not the teachers? If anyone doubts this, I propose an experiment. If teachers really have that kind of power to improve children's skills to the degree that the powers-that-be would like you to believe, then proving it is simple. Take the teachers whose students are scoring the highest on standardized tests (from the wealthy schools) and those who are gettting the lowest (in the 'hood), and interchange them for a year. Just one year. Let's see who the better teachers are then, okay? Do you really believe that the teachers from the well-to-do schools are going to show gains with the at-need students? Really? And do you expect those inner-city teachers to suddenly post less-than-stellar scores for the better-off kids? This defies logic.

 

I dare any politician to propose this test. It's common sense, so I know that no one would ever dream of doing this. I've taught in poor, crime-ridden, gang-infested neighborhoods. I've had homeless children, and children living without parents in shelters. The scores of those students were, not unexpectedly, not good. I've taught in middle class schools were my students scored unbelieveably well. The factor that changed was not the teacher. Teachers are always perfecting their craft, so how can you explain experience cannot account for my students' variation in scores? I'd love for a talking head to answer this directly and honestly. A woman can dream, can't she?

Big Apple for the Teacher

First Premise:

This blog is not one of a jaded, embittered teacher, or at least, that is not the point of this blog. It is quite hard to teach and not rail against the many, many forces that seem to thwart your good intentions. And so, on the subject of intentions, let me state my first premise: almost all teachers have good, or dare I say, noble, intentions. You will be able to find exceptions to this, of course. But the exception proves the rule; it does not represent the entire population.

Before my tenure as a teacher, I worked in the technology industry. I became disenchanted with my profession, which I had loved, when the “dot com” boom and subsequent bust rendered so much of my work, along with the companies I had worked for, useless and obsolete. I wanted a more permanent, meaningful profession. I had always been a “bleeding heart” liberal who believed that every child had potential for greatness, but that most kids just follow the norm of their parents, neighbors, and friends. That is to say that rich kids tend to stay rich, middle class kids remain middle class (or, at least, they still did when I was contemplating my career choices) and poor kids stay poor, with very few, but highly celebrated, exceptions. In short, I become a teacher for noble reasons. I believed then, and still do, that all children can learn and all deserve an opportunity to learn.

Second Premise:

There are many articles written, many editorials given, many a political speech about the trouble with education today. Very few people who write articles or editorials, and even less people who give political speeches actually have any experience in public education and have little to no credibility on the subject. It’s angering to read or listen to these people complain about teachers when my coworkers and I face unbelievable challenges daily and still aren’t doing enough according to those who have no idea how hard it is. And this brings me to the second premise of my blog: teaching, like parenting, is so difficult that it is hard to explain it to anyone who has not experienced it. If there is a current or former public school teacher out there that says that teaching is easy, please bring this person to my attention. I challenge anyone to find such a person.

I want to share my insights as someone who has been on the front lines. I have experienced success and failure in my classrooms and as a parent. I hope to present an honest, fair, realistic presentation of what is ailing education today. Simple answers make great sound bites, but they are rarely effective policy. My blog will not only present the problems in public education today, but hopefully will present some novel and thought-provoking solutions.

I became a teacher for altruistic reasons. Please take this blog, my opinions, and suggestions in that same spirit. In other words, don't fire me! Or, at least not for writing this blog.

Miniature Business Name

I'm starting a modern miniature business. I'd like to convey a non-granny, fun, different, stylish dollhouse company. If anyone has ever contemplated a dollhouse for their daughter, grand-daughter, niece or, let's be honest, oneself, then you know that dollhouse furnishings tend to be rather old-fashioned. Barbie has a more modern sensibility, but her's is a wee bit girly and definitely single-girl-on-the-prowl. I like fun as much as the next person, but hot pink swirly plastic stuff is just a little too tres, no? What is a design enthusiast and a miniature lover supposed to do? Well, thank goodness that I'm filling this huge need for stylish dollhouse things!!! Here are some ideas for names:

Teensy Weensy - doesn't exactly convey stylish, but not exactly fuddy-duddy, either. Too cute?
Nanomod - Very hip. But is it too techy sounding?
La Petite Maison - too pretentious? But, pretentious kind of sums me and my business up well.
Gossamod - gossamer + modern, get it? Anyone?

Which do you like the best? Any other ideas?

My Nascent Business and Why I'm Made for It

I have finally found a business that does not totally overwhelm me, and, bonus, it interests me. My business is going to fuse my life-long love of miniatures with my adult passion for design: Modern miniatures. If you too are tired of all your dollhouse miniatures consisting of butterchurns, kerosene lamps, and lacey curtains, I have the answer.

Due to extreme near-sightedness, combined with a lack of glasses for the first 10 years of my life, I, not surprisingly, turned inwards. When I went to the beach, did I look at the horizon and take in the crashing waves and dazzling, glinting light? No, because I could not see it. I looked instead for the teensiest shells that then adorned my Dawn dolls' shoebox camper. When I was around 10 years old (hmmm...a lot happened that year), my parents built me a dollhouse. My father constructed the wooden elements, including carved shutters and an end-of-a-popsicle-stick doorknob which really captured my sisters' and my attention. My mother wallpapered, crocheted rugs and, most fascinatingly, sewed cardboard living room furniture. Although my dolls always hit their heads when they went up the stairs, it was easily the best gift I've ever received, because it sparked my creativity. I was quickly fashioning quill paper plants, baking mini-breads and even sewing together small books that I then filled with mini-pictures (this was before photoshop and home computing, so I just cut out pictures in the background of pictures - it never occured to me to take a picture of something far away and use that as a picture). I loved filling my dollhouse with the items that made it a home. And I'm having just as much fun today trying my hand at making some of my favorite modern design classics.

Soldering Success

Do you know how to solder? I spent the better part of this week learning how. I thought it was a simple process...NooooOOOOoooo. My husband has the equipment from his electrical engineering days, so I thought, let's just grab the stuff and solder. But, I don't want to solder electrical wires, and it turns out, you need different soldering things for this. Like flux. Ah, the world of flux. And, little factoid for you all, did you know that if you're soldering aluminum you need aluminum flux? Neither did I. So, after a week's worth of frustration and research, I have successfully soldered!!!! Cue the confetti!

So, why all the fuss about soldering? I'm trying to make mini Eiffel base chairs. Yes, that is correct. Why, you ask? I'll leave you in suspense on that one. So, first part done. Next part, learning how to sculpt the fiberglass seats. That should take about a month.

Parents Who Don't Care

I was reminded yesterday just how misguided our politicians and pundits are when they blame teachers for the failures of students. I have been trying to contact a certain parent since the school year started regarding her daughter's lack of interest in anything academic. My phone calls were never returned. Then, the day before vacation, her daughter had out a cell phone. Since it was two days before Christmas, I charitably told her to put it away, although it's policy to confiscate it. When she was texting five minutes later, I took the phone. And that's why I finally met the mother. If a parent only contacts a teacher to retrieve a forbidden item but not to touch base on her daughter's progress in class, just what is a teacher supposed to do to improve this girl's priorities? If you have any ideas, please let me know!

One Post in 2011? Let's Shoot for 2 in 2012!

Well, the before has L in the picture,

but the peach curtains look better

Well, the whole blogging thing is not taking off as I'd hoped. The goal of this blog is to talk about things I'm interested in and projects I've done or am in the process of completing or am still envisioning in my head. Maybe I'll talk about how the projects I've finished overlap with how they were originally imagined. Or projects that I started and never finished. Ah, now that would have to have more than 2 posts! So, let's start with a project highlight and a lowlight from 2011.

Most successful project: Dyeing and hemming curtains. I found 4 linen panels at a thrift store for $7.00/panel in Chicago exactly a year ago. Since I don't live in Chicago, I had to leave them with my family until I could get back with my car over the summer of 2011. On that same summer trip, I visited Dick Blicks and bought peach fabric dye. Once I got them home, I dyed 2 panels and "hemmed" them with fabric glue. I only did two because I left one of the panels in Chicago. When my parents brought the last panel on a visit in October, I dyed and "hemmed" the second pair. The hardest part of this project was the ironing. They still look rumpled to me, but I'm sure no one else notices, right? But I love the color, the fabric, and the price tag!

Worst project: Octopus chandelier.

I still like the end result, but husband is not so sure. It was supposed to look like an Adam Wallaclavage. I'll let you google that image, as I'm not going to make it easy on you to compare his to mine. Not able to install this one, so some lucky Salvation Army customer will be the recipient of this wonder. The building process involved a found 5-arm chandelier, paper clip and tin foil armature, paper mache, plaster of paris, spray paint, and hot glued oven-dried clay tentacles. The eyes are marbles. All that work...