Monday, February 28, 2011

"scattering their rich guts across the galaxy"

I don't know what I was thinking jumping off a a pile of snow onto the slippery sidewalk I just know that I landed on my hand, knee, and twisted my leg to the side. Since someone saw me I jumped up real quick. Had there been no one around I probably would have been much slower to get up. That's my first metaphor for life. Or something. Later, I was so busy with the stinging pain and the cleaning the blood out of my business suit that I completely missed the slowly swelling ankle until I started dragging my leg behind me like a dead corpse. That is my second metaphor my life. Or something. But maybe it was just a small price to pay to the universe because upon arriving home I learned that my math test really was extended and I am GOLDEN. I am the happiest student alive!

Now if only astrophysicist and television host Neil DeGrasse Tyson would tutor me in Astronomy.

I watched this amazing video from BBC 4 on the moon which actually helped me further understand and appreciate what I've been learning. But, I can't figure out if Neil and BBC 4 would actually interest a student 10 to 14 years younger than me.




I mean. . .there's just something about Neil. He's so passionate and smart and kind of goofy.

Every time I see him I want to make a Uranus joke. A SEXY Uranus joke.


Not so sure a fourteen year old would feel the same way. I don't think I want a fourteen year old to feel the same way.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Godless-Liberal-Unions trying to teach our kids!!

Do I like all teachers?
Nope.
Should some teachers be fired?
Yup.
Do I think curbing a unions right to collective bargaining will solve this problem?
HELL NO.




My high school experience was set in a small White town as socially conservative as many of these small White Midwest towns are. There were teachers who were openly sexist, racist, and homophobic and had such a wonderful influence on so many small minded students whose minds continued to stay small. Were they being protected by their unions against a community and administration that wanted them fired? Um, no. They were a REFLECTION of the community and the administration. The so-called "godless liberals" (some not actually godless and not all were even that liberal) who actually focused on teaching and learning were the protected ones. These were teachers who taught critical thinking skills instead of regurgitating stereotypes and cracking extremely offensive jokes. Despite some teachers pandering to the lowest common denominator it was still often the most exceptional teachers who captivated students, at least while they were in the room, before reverting back to their anti intellectual selves, a self that is congratulated and welcomed in every other area of their existence.

Did my old school ever change? No. The school board's recent track record on discriminating against disabled students leaves me with zero hope for them. But they continue to attract settlers with a standardized teaching record somehow higher than surrounding urban areas and they're a "safe" community. Their record on safety is even attracting my sister who wants to replace my nephew's religious private school (which she selected to avoid the "scary" city public schools) with a safe school in our old backwards community. How exactly did this sort of teaching somehow become "safer" than attending a public city school? If you're gay and you go to Jackson Public you can at least join the gay straight alliance, last year there was even a gay prom! But if you're at our old school and you find yourself feeling gay or just confused, uh, enjoy the closet (there's even a teacher in the closet, and oddly with zero political ambitions) and good luck at not wanting to kill yourself at some point. Oh, and try and avoid the standard dangers of date rape and this new explosion of heroin that suddenly people actually care about because it's happening to all those pretty White kids who moved to the burbs or country specifically to avoid this kind of thing.

Yes there are teachers/coaches who pad the grades of his or her athletes and never teach critical thinking skills because he or she doesn't actually possess any. Yes, I went to a school where every single sport budget eclipsed any academic extracurricular activity (such as debate, you know, that thing Ivy League students and world leaders do). But hey, if your administration cares more about sports than learning, and if your community cares more about sports than learning, and if we all care more about partisan politics than actual LEARNING, don't be a fucking douche bag idiot who thinks it's the UNION protecting that mentality. That mentality would exist with or without unions.

This train of thought blows my mind. Just look at what the free market values these days. Pregnant teenagers who are only famous for being pregnant are on the cover of magazines in the checkout aisles. Why put in the time and energy to accomplish anything when fame and fortune is just a sex tape and a reality show away? I'm afraid social conservatives don't know what they are getting into when they support the corporate model of education. I know there are complaints about sex education now but just imagine how it'll be when a Kardashian is teaching your kids how to give blow jobs on film.

Anyway. . .

In a previous semester I took a class with a young person who was barely literate. I could hardly understand her posts but from what I managed to discern the student was an anti union conservative who didn't want government regulation because we already had the (fill in the blank of a government agency). When someone tried to point out to this student that the organization IS a government agency this seemed to fly over her head. It was impossible to have meaningful discussions because she had so little in the way of comprehension skills. And yet I am sure she will go on to vote and make her opinion against unions and government protections known, perhaps she'll eventually vote down a milage to support a school because she'll think, "Don't Ke$ha's unicorns shit twenty dollar bills?"




No offense, Ke$ha.

Bad Student 4 life.

For spring semester I need to retake Business Law, unfortunately. I say unfortunately because I deal with business law all day at work and school is like my escape from work. I should have withdrawn from it five years ago instead of just failing it because now it is the one grade dragging down my damn overall GPA.

Sometimes I am still a bad student. . .

but first, let me say that I have no idea what people who claim the private sector is better than the public sector are thinking. Working in various areas of the private sector from a small town grocery store to a large company I've seen waste, inefficiency, and HUGE bureaucracy. Probably the most efficient no nonsense job I ever had was working for nearly minimum wage at a public library. And right now work is getting increasingly complicated and I'll be short staffed for at least a month and I have no idea how I am going to survive without overtime approval in the meantime. Not that I know how my school work would survive overtime, so either way I am preparing for hell in one area or another.

So, sometimes I am still a bad student. I had done well in blowing off a Friday bar night and Saturday beer fest with friends because I wanted to study and do homework, as much as I would have liked to have socialized. Despite the hermit behavior and the studying, I went to take an exam that I really wasn't as prepared for as I would have liked. I aced the first exam and wanted to do the same on the second but I knew that wasn't going to happen. So when I came in the proctor said "Just to let you know, today is not the last day to take the test like everyone thinks." I think my heart might have jumped out of my chest and somehow smacked me in the forehead, or maybe I suffered a mini stroke because the world seemed to go black for a second before I regained consciousness making out an articulate "HUH?" I asked if there had been a change. That's when the proctor pulled out the paperwork my professor signed. It was true! I had until 3/11! Still stunned I asked "Are you sure?" and the proctor assured me it was my professor's handwriting. I felt a mix of emotions, something like feeling foolish for asking so many doubting questions and another feeling of divine providence. In one second I computed all the possible reasons for extending the test deadline and figured it must be because of the massive power outages. Of course as I walked out I started to doubt the scenario and wonder if I had done the right thing. But I kept walking, left, ran errands, came home and logged into my class to reread the exam info. I hadn't misread it the first time. So I emailed the professor explaining what had happened and asking if the date had been extended or did I just take a zero?

But we're on spring break and the professor isn't going to answer for a week. So now I am ridiculously nervous, scrunching up my face causing premature lines and wrinkles (not to mention a huge stress headache). How badly do I want to kick my own ass? So bad.

I find that the more I learn about higher education the more issues I have with my grades. I receive an A and I have to consider whether or not my grade was inflated and whether or not I can compete with students at a more competitive school.

According to The Chronicle I should be able to expect more honesty from tenured professors who don't have to worry so much about student evaluations. But how do I know who are tenured? Should I email them before signing up for their classes saying, hey are you tenured? Would that be rude? It seems a bit personal. Of course I want good grades but I also want to actually learn. How can I make that happen without coming across as annoying/needy/jerky/crazy?

To make a bad week worse, diet soda has been linked with a huge increase in strokes. It doesn't mean they're CAUSED by diet soda but it's possible. Either way, how dare they tell me this, diet soda has been my new Vodka ever since going back to school.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

A Good Teacher is a Good Storyteller

My sister and I have two different problems. When confronted by something that offends our very core she struggles to be cruel while I struggle to be kind. So when I heard of what my nephew's kindergarten teacher had to say about him this time (and why she thinks he should be held back) I imagined my sister hearing it, frozen in silence, too pained and stunned to say anything until later when she'd relay the story in her rapidly increasing pace. Of course being the sibling who doesn't shy from confrontation I imagined talking to (or talking AT) the teacher, boiling over with self righteous rage and indignation, going over my case for my nephew point for point, and then when that's not enough I go into my case against her -- breaking down all of her flaws to every last detail -- then I unhinge my jaw. . .

Uh. Yeah, well it was a lot of negative thinking. So I decided to unfurrow my brow and save cultivating those premature lines for another day. Instead I focused on what makes a good and effective teacher.

It seems to me that the best teachers I've ever had were storytellers. They were animated, dramatic, and they could be talking about the birth of Shakespeare and you'd swear they were there. Sometimes their stories weren't relevant to the course, sometimes they were about things they did in school that got them into trouble, sometimes it was about their favorite pastries, or the roommate from hell, or their most embarrassing moment. The best teachers were vulnerable, sharing not only their passions but their most humbling experiences. Their stories made you excited to learn. Their stories made them human. Their stories made you feel OK with being vulnerable. If students aren't willing to be vulnerable then they won't take risks or challenge themselves or defend a position. A student who can't be vulnerable will gravitate only towards the courses they excel in, answer only the questions they know for sure, and be more likely to follow the crowd no matter how wrong or boring the crowd might be.

Eunice LaFate "Story Teller"



Teachers who are strict disciplinarians, who have no stories and are unwilling or unable to tell them -- and who often make learning seem more like a punishment than a privilege -- are consumed with never being vulnerable, offering no incentive for a student to be.

Sometimes a student's vulnerability is abused by a teacher. I still remember the fifth grade teacher who asked a girl to read and ridiculed her in front of the whole class because she could barely read. The girl was held back, something I'm not totally against -- except for in the many cases where the exact same methods applied once are reapplied, hoping for different results. Yes, she couldn't read, and yes she was held back, but she never learned to read well. We had a high school science class together and she stumbled over the words then, too. By then she spent the lab hour discussing the many middle aged married men she hooked up with after meeting them over the internet. She belonged to a small unpopular group of girls who spent 9th through 12th grade swapping their low self esteem and lack of ambition for the satisfaction that some pervert out there wanted them and was willing to cheat on their wives and break laws for a chance to touch them. Of course, there are a lot of factors that lead a child on that course, and there are a lot of potential factors for illiteracy, but I know a teacher who humiliates a young child doesn't help. But, my fifth grade teacher wasn't a storyteller and she sure never told us an embarrassing story about her.

Not all "good" teachers are storytellers. I had many teachers who were kind and caring and would help a student who was struggling, but they weren't as effective as the storytellers because they couldn't lure a student into a subject that didn't interest them, and they couldn't form the same trust a storyteller could.

Although I think the pressures facing children and teenagers make K-12 the most important place to have storytellers as teachers I think it would be beneficial to the college level as well. Having taken online classes at community college I find they all lack stories. There are certain things teachers (and students) can't or don't express in text but they express them when they speak. I did have an adjunct faculty member who used video lectures. Although the lectures contained instructional information that could have had the same effect had they been typed it was still promising.


To the naysayers of The Story, those corporate education model lovers who believe literature and the arts should fly out the window, and even to the well meaning social worker that came to JCC and described stories as being valued in the working class world but not so much in business/middle class world, I MUST DISAGREE! In fact, it was fairly recently that the boss of my boss's boss told us that she wanted STORIES, exact details of what happened, when, how, who helped, etc. exact examples of what we do, because the stories are so much more effective than figures or vague explanations, she wants more of them, the CEO wants more of them, because stories are essential to truth and understanding. I work in a conservative private sector industry. If they want stories, I'm thinking stories aren't just for kids.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Media in the Classroom: Math.

There are so many things that make math in middle and high school sooooooooo booooooooring. Math is full of weird formulas and numbers that aren't numbers among all these other concepts that seem too strange to ever be of any use. When I was in high school it was assumed that the only people who needed much math were engineers and if you wanted to go into literature and the language arts, social services, political science, business, etc. that you didn't really need that much math. As long as you knew how to pay bills and make change this here math stuff was a waste. Even my math teachers weren't defending their subject's honor.

That is why I'd show every student the BBC program The Joy of Statistics.

It's an amazing program that showed how math and statistics can be applied to almost every area. It can help law enforcement, social workers, politicians, policy makers. If you're interested in language you can use it to translate information into every different language. If you want to study psychology you can use it to study emotions expressed on the internet. Interested in art and graphic design? Design statistical visualizations and save lives!

Unfortunately the full episode has been removed from youtube due to copy right infringement but there are still some great clips available:



An intro to Hans Rosling and his work.


From the documentary: Stanford University using statistics to study human emotion.


From the documentary: Using statistics to identify and fight crime in San Francisco.


From the documentary: Use statistics to design language translators for Google.

I <3 Hans.