July 2008


We went back to work this week and since then I’ve been bombarded with seemingly endless meetings. Most of these meetings are a direct result of the chaos of last school year. I’ve walked out of these meetings frustrated and disgusted with the entire system in this country. It’s no longer even just what’s going on in my community, I’ve now seen the true bigger picture and how messed up things really are.

As we’re sitting in these meetings, we’re told to be accountable for our actions and then ripped for our so-called “unprofessionalism”. Our school has dealt with a lot of issues in the past year, and especially the past six months. I won’t disclose them on here, but I’ll just say the problems we’ve been dealing with are a high school’s and superintendent’s worst nightmare. I want to touch on the graduation rate, and what happened there, but I will not write about it here. I will just simply state that is another issue I’m unhappy with and I’m disgusted.

On Tuesday, we sat in on this presentation. I don’t remember the man’s name, but it was nice to see a researcher who was actually honest about the realities of teaching and the state of education in my state, and nation. He compared what is taking place here and what’s taking place in China. You want to know what age they’re teaching biology and physics over there? 7th and 8th grade. We’re not teaching those things until the 10th and 11th here (that is, if you even get that far with science. I myself never took physics!).

I have my own issues and questions about the political state of China and its future, but there’s absolutely no denying that in terms of pure education and schooling, they are excelling us by light years in the fields of Math and Science and we’re in some serious trouble.

Before and during this presentation, we were “treated” to a few politicians to speak on education in the community and who then name dropped John McCain. These people were not here last year, and it’s clearly an election year. I tuned out for most of these speeches and the self-congratulating pats on the back by the politicians and major business owners. Except for the part where one politician said that the biggest problem is that people keep “passing the buck” and teachers ultimately pay the price for the mistakes and bad policies set forth by people in politics, administrators, and even by the community. Everybody points fingers, but nobody ever really takes blame for anything going wrong.

And so, I keep sitting in these meetings this week and this thought refuses to leave. We as teachers are told we need to teach these children to be responsible, even though we give them handouts; free points that enable students to pass my class even though they clearly did not know the course material and should not be moved on. We are told to be ethical and to never manipulate grades, even though administrators bully teachers to pass seniors. We are told that cheating is unacceptable, yet cheaters are rewarded with graduation. We as teachers are told to hold the children responsible for their grades and treat them fairly, yet give them a score of a 55% instead of a 0 if they don’t turn in their work.

This accountability thing is rather funny, isn’t it?

They still can’t get my name right.

When the returning new teachers from last year were called to stand up for recognition at the faculty meeting, my name was exempt and I was more or less forgotten.

Monday is the first day of work again. I can’t believe summer’s over. It’s been a good summer though. Nice and relaxing and I feel recharged and ready to go.

I’m teaching the same things I did last year, so my schedule is staying intact. I’m excited and I feel comfortable about teaching World History, Geography, and Government again. Overall, I feel much better about myself as a teacher and my abilities; I’m much more confident about myself. It’s going to be a good year. Or at the very least, a better year.

A friend and I are discussing buying masks from past presidents and world leaders and doing “special guest lectures” and acting out as said leader. It’s ridiculous and absurd. But I wish I had a teacher in high school who would do crazy stuff like that. It would’ve made high school more interesting and learning more fun. I have a lot of ideas like that for this year.

Mentally, I’m prepared for the circus that awaits me when I get back. Bad parents, bad kids, bad administration. Something’s gotta give out of those three though. I’m going to know really quickly if there’s been any change by the administration, and by December, I’m going to have my mind made up whether or not I’ll be returning (or that’s my mindset going in, anyways). I can’t handle another year of bad kids, parents, and administrations. There’s got to be something to hold on to, and no teacher can continue to survive by being attacked at all angles, espeically new ones.

There’s a lot of new people coming in this year, a lot of new people in the department. I hope they don’t have to deal with what we had to deal with last year.

I’m keeping my head low, and staying off everyone’s radar again; I want no part of the circus. I just want to do my job and go home. Is that too much to ask?

Many will say that Jimmy Carter was a weak president and that he accomplished very little during his time as president (whether or not that was much of his own doing or events out of his control is an entirely different issue). Regardless, nobody can argue that Carter wasn’t an idealist; a man who would put morals and the right thing before business and status quo thinking. He often scolded the American people and sometimes seemed like that “out of touch grandpa”.

He told the American people things that they didn’t want to hear and because of that, he was booted out of office for a B-list actor who promised sunshine and optimism; Carter has since been seen as someone who did nothing as opposed to his opponent at the time.

But 30 years later, he’s still right.

From: History News Network

Is it Safe Now to Admit Jimmy Carter Was Right?

By Joseph Wheelan

Misunderstood, mocked, and maligned, the 39th president (1977-81) will forever be associated with the Iranian hostage crisis and the botched rescue attempt; the human rights-inspired Olympic boycott and grain embargo; inflation; the infamous rabbit attack; and, above all, skyrocketing fuel prices.

Americans, who hate to be told they must change, roundly condemned Jimmy Carter’s memorable “Crisis of Confidence” speech of July 15, 1979. In it, Carter outlined a program for achieving energy independence: “On the battlefield of energy we can win for our nation a new confidence, and we can seize control again of our common destiny.”

We admirers have long endured ridicule whenever we dared to defend Carter’s prescient plan for reducing U.S. dependence on oil.

But today, after all the abuse and scorn heaped on Jimmy Carter and his supporters, we find ourselves paying more than $4 a gallon at the pump to fill our hulking gas guzzlers.

It turns out that Carter was right after all.

He was right in seeking to raise the fleet auto mileage standard to 48 miles per gallon by 1995. (Even U.S. automakers admitted at the time that they could easily achieve 30 mph by 1985.)

Jimmy Carter was right in exhorting Americans to turn down their thermostats, even if he did look nerdy in a cardigan while urging us to do so.

In his July 1979 speech, he was right when he said, “I am tonight setting a clear goal for the energy policy of the United States. Beginning this moment, this nation will never use more foreign oil than we did in 1977 — never.” That worthy goal quickly went by the board.

He was right to encourage fuel conservation by proposing a 50-cents-per-gallon tax on gasoline and a fee on imported oil — in effect, a floor for fuel prices.

Invoking the pioneering spirit of the 1960s’ moon mission, he was right to recommend a tax on windfall oil profits to finance a crash program to develop affordable synthetic fuels.

Jimmy Carter was correct, too, in setting a goal of obtaining 20 percent of our energy from solar power by the year 2000.

We balked, and his energy program, which was new and demanding, shriveled up and died. When oil prices began declining in the 1980s, the justification for change vanished altogether. The Reagan administration junked the proposed 1995 mileage standard and the rest of the Carter agenda.

Amazingly, amid today’s record gasoline prices, Congress even now doesn’t quite get it.

It was only last December that Congress approved new mileage standards, the first in 32 years. If they stand, the present fleet standard of 27.5 mpg will rise to 35 mpg — but not until 2020.

Our leaders’ idea of promoting alternative energy is touting future, non-existent technologies, and that false savior, ethanol. Ethanol consumes nearly as much fuel to make as it produces, while collaterally raising food prices and damaging the environment.

The latest panacea is drilling in the Arctic and offshore, a short-term solution of dubious value that is wildly popular among oilmen and congressmen up for re-election, and in the Bush administration — which evidently hopes to use high gasoline prices as a wedge for opening off-limits areas to exploration for its Big Oil constituency.

Meanwhile, Congress has failed to take the simple step of renewing federal tax credits for wind and solar power that will expire at year’s end. Every week of congressional foot-dragging on renewing the tax credits further dries up venture capital for critical solar and projects.

Why is Congress deadlocked over this critical issue? How have our perceived options become so narrow and skewed?

It is because without any public debate, a de facto U.S. energy policy has evolved and is now in place: to cling ever tighter to our oil-based economy and its lucrative profits for the scions of the status quo, and to marginalize all who are not on board with this.

And now we are in the exact bind that Jimmy Carter tried to prevent three decades ago, when we were reeling from the concussive effects of oil supply disruptions in 1973 and 1979. Acting with promptness difficult to fathom today, our elected leaders then enacted year-around Daylight Savings Time, dropped the speed limit to 55, and established government price controls. And, oh so fleetingly, we downsized what we drove. All gone.

Consequently, the United States last year imported 3.6 billion barrels of oil, three times the 1.2 million barrels imported in 1973. We not only are consuming record amounts of oil, we import nearly 60 percent of it, about 13 million barrels per day. In 1977, U.S. oil imports totaled 8.5 million barrels a day, or 46 percent of consumption.

Remember, under Carter’s energy plan we were to hold the line at the 1977 oil import figure, in barrels. Had we done this, the percentage of U.S. oil imported today would be around 40 percent. Additional savings from Carter’s conservation and his alternative energy and synthetic fuel programs would surely have cut oil imports even further.

But it happened so fast, we say.

One hundred years ago, historian Henry Adams, in explaining his “Law of Acceleration,” observed that technological change occurs at an ever-quickening pace throughout history. “A law of acceleration, definite and constant as any law of mechanics, cannot be supposed to relax its energy to suit the convenience of man.”

Today, change occurs at such blinding speeds that the rise and fall of technologies and nations happen in a single lifetime.

An energy crisis is again upon us. Soaring gasoline prices and oil imports are daggers aimed at the heart of our stumbling economy.

It is time to give Jimmy Carter’s proposals a second hearing.

This is what he said in July 1979: “You know we can do it. We have the natural resources. We have more oil in our shale alone than several Saudi Arabias. We have more coal than any nation on Earth. We have the world’s highest level of technology. We have the most skilled work force, with innovative genius, and I firmly believe that we have the national will to win this war.”

I was doing a bit of archiving, and stumbled across this entry, one of my first on this blog:

I think all teachers get a manual on their first day of their jobs. It’s called, “How To Be A Prick To Your Students”. Some teachers use this, some don’t. I, for one, cannot wait to get this manual when I start to teach.

My Shakespeare’s England professor decided to send an email out to everyone, explicitly stating that people need to come to class. Just about everyone in class shows up, and what does he do?

Not show up.

This is the second time he’s done this.

Bastard.

This was roughly 3 years ago. I’m still waiting on that manual, you know.

That Shakespeare’s England course is also still the worst class I’ve ever taken, and a constant reminder of what not to do inside of a classroom.

There’s no easy way to fix the education system here in this country. One could certainly start at the whole No Child Left Behind act though; it is something that needs to be scrapped entirely and a new plan must be integrated into this country.

I’ve read a lot of articles on the state of education in this country, both from researchers and politicians alike. Everybody fights over whether or not standardized testing is the way to go, the funding, NCLB, self-responsibility, etc. Education is a complicated issue and not just for this nation, but for any nation.

There are two important issues that need to be addressed when talking about fixing education in this country though. First and foremost, education needs to be a higher priority. In fact, it should be the number one priority for any country or group of people. Education is the foundation of our society, and the rock of our culture. Education is our future and it is what we need in order to keep competetive in a world that is smaller than ever before.   Right wing critics will argue that we should not spend nearly as much as we do on education, and that we’re more or less throwing money at the problem. I retort that there’s absolutely no reason why every classroom shouldn’t have at least two or three computers and there’s absolutely no reason why a teacher should not have a whiteboard inside of their room; forget chalkboards. We should not be forced to use outdated textbooks, some schools don’t even have textbooks, let alone chalk.

War should never come before education.

The second point that must be addressed is the passing off of kids at the elementary levels. Let’s be frank here: no child should enter high school with the reading and writing level equivalent to that of a 5th grader. More often than not, by the time a child enters high school, it’s too late and their path has been carved for them. There’s no reason why kids should be passed along in order to meet a quota (this, being one of the primary problems of NCLB: teachers often just pass kids in order to meet standards). I understand that many of these children are pains and teachers pass them off simply because they no longer want to deal with them ever again, but it is critical at elementary level that these children know how to read and write at decent ability. Education starts as soon as they’re born, and by the time they are 14, 15, 16 years old and they cannot read, write, or behave properly…what hope does a high school teacher have in order to change them? They continue to get passed off, or they will drop out and entire society not having any real basic education.

It is absolutely essential that the school, community, and government work together to ensure a solid foundation of education for children right off the bat. Much of this boils down to self-responsibility of not only the student, but also the parents. Parents must hold their children accountable for their actions and their education and it starts at an early age. Until these two issues are discussed in an honest conversation, I don’t think the education problem within this country is going to be fixed any time soon. Government can only do so much. It is up to the parents, schools, and community to ensure these kids are on the right path at a very early age.

Side note: I signed up for this web-publishing company a few days ago. I’m going to start detailing my experiences as a first and second year teacher and will hopefully, get it published one day. Obviously I have a nice head start with blogging about it on here, but it’ll be a slow process none-the-less. I want to be able to share something that most new teachers are not exposed to when they first enter the profession. Perhaps my situation is one of the more extreme cases, but still – no college textbook or college professor will ever tell you the pains of lesson planning, dealing with parents and administrations.

I read this earlier, and it’s quite powerful, I think. So I thought I’d share.

From: Matthew Good

Capuchin monks fronting heavy metal outfits, the underbelly of the fall of the American Empire. There’s a recession coming, if not a depression; off the coast like some speeding hurricane that the National Weather Service has assured will not make land.

But it will.

Everything in its place. A few wars on the go, a few more we’re bankrolling, a few more waiting in the wings just in case we run out. We’re manufacturing fear faster than breast implants in the greater Miami area, being talked down from ledges and bridge railings by television commercials, and have fallen in love with the idea that somewhere out there that perfect someone is waiting to save us from the shipwreck of our lives. Everyone’s going to get paid, laid, and famous. Everyone’s going to cash in their stocks and head for the sunny south to retire on some beach where the drinks are complimentary and security keeps the beggars away.

You know, I respect whores because at least they have the balls to admit why they’re getting fucked. I remember some years ago the front door opening and a new purchase arriving, paid for with a credit card that had been gifted a friend by some guy she was having it off with when he came to town on business. He had a wife and kids at home, which makes him a scumbag without question, but also produces a whore in the process. The only difference being that she didn’t have the balls to admit it. No one does, men or women. If you’re going to get fucked, at least have the guts not to decry afterwards that that wasn’t your intent, that you weren’t looking for something out of it. Because if it wasn’t, and you weren’t, then why’d you do it in the first place?

Whores in the hundreds of millions peer into mirrors every morning, drying their hair, using the towel to wipe the steam from the mirror, blank stares while shaving, expressionless while pouring over product; cologne, perfume, whatever masks the smell. Maybe the radio is on, maybe some generic pap is pouring through the speakers being lauded over by DJs paid to disregard how bad it actually is. Maybe the television is on, maybe the news – corpses and candidates, stocks and bonds, travel and fashion, entertainment by the time you put your pants on.

You’re out the door, but you never leave. A citizen of the world that the world’s thrown up on itself. Gracious enough to hold your hair for you, to rub your back, everything’s going to be all right, just you wait and see.

This shit will kill you, true as bullets. Your own head, your own heart. Life will do away with you sure as there’s carts to horses. That’s what you’re here for. Or didn’t nobody tell you?

I’m leaving Cleveland tomorrow night and heading up to Michigan for a brief visit, and heading to Atlanta. It’s been a very weird week and a half here. It’s amazing to see how much has changed, and how little has changed as well. This doesn’t feel like home anymore, and I feel as though I no longer belong here; Cleveland is no longer “my” city.

I don’t recognize anybody here anymore. Any friend that I had here is gone, aside from a handful. It’s weird, you know. You see a friend who you haven’t seen in a year and then you suddenly realize you have nothing in common with them anymore. Lunch conversations can become awkward. A lot of times, we sit back and revert back to talking about high school and elementary days and just simply reminiscing, I’ve gotten tired of that.

I’ve tried to keep up with some people from high school to little avail though. I sometimes wonder how some of them are doing. I care more about the people I met in college, but still. Some of those people from high school have played a major role in our lives and I’m somewhat interested in how some of them are doing. It’s amazing what Myspace has done though. You can now harmlessly check on some of those people and view their pages; I sometimes wonder who visits mine.

There is one person I would like to see though and is someone that I always hope I can somehow run into. She was my best friend in high school and someone I was more or less in love with. Dedra had it rough and got dealt some bad hands in life but she still always remained positive about things and always found a way. She had meant everything to me then. I ran into her two years ago (or was it 3 now? ) She has a kid and seems to be doing ok for herself, despite some poor decisions (like marrying a 40 year old when you’re only 22). I was a mess at the time of seeing her, I was on my lunch break from work and totally disheveled because it was a bad day and seeing her caught me by surprise, and especially seeing her 1 year old.  Part of me still misses her, and I hope she’s doing ok.

I went to the city fireworks last week on the 4th. It would’ve been a better time had it not been for the rubber bullets and tear gas.

Tear gas tastes bitter, if you’ve ever wondered.

One of the neat things about technology is I get to see who comes to my page and how they get here. I get a lot of hits on this thing with people looking for things like, “how to pick up girls at the grocery store”. In fact, the amount of hits I get for this is kind of disturbing, and I’m sure this post is not going to help.

But, let me just state that I’ve never picked up a girl at a grocery store but here are some lines that may or may not help you, my fellow bachelors:

“Got milk?”

“Excuse me miss – are those your melons?”

“I don’t care how many items you have, sweetheart. I could check you out all day long.”

*holding a cucumber* “Mine’s bigger.”

I’m heading back to Cleveland on Wednesday morning. It’s been almost a year since I moved down here to Atlanta. July 22nd, being the one year anniversary of the big move. I’ve had a whirlwind of a year; I feel like I’ve had just about everything thrown at me. In the past couple weeks, I’ve had time to unwind a little bit and reflect on this past year of my life.

For those that don’t know and need a quick catch up: I moved down here a year ago for a teaching job. I accepted the position based only on a single phone interview that lasted maybe 45 minutes. I was offered the job on the spot, I asked to be given a day to think about it and I returned the call and faxed my information the next day and accepted the job. I had never visited this part of Atlanta, nor even heard of it. But I did anyways. Two weeks later, I scrapped up some money and moved and began to work. There’s a lot of reasons why I did this, mostly because I felt like I needed a challenge and something new. I also felt scared that if I didn’t take the job, I would have to wait until spring for another one. Afterall, it’s July and at this point, most schools are set with their staff for the upcoming year. So, I did it. I knew one person down here, my best friend Jess. Who, without her (and a couple other fine folks), I might’ve not been able to do this. There were a lot of days where I just wanted to pack up and leave.

The job wasn’t fun on most days; being a first year teacher is hard anywhere, but especially hard in a school where you work in a poor community, there is a poor graduation rate and a lot of turnover in the faculty and staff. If you read this blog regularly and follow my teaching career, you’ve come to know this. Managing money has been difficult and just trying to get by wears on you. Trying to make the cultural adjustments hasn’t been easy. Not seeing your family for 6 months is not an easy thing for anybody. My love life has been out of control and there’s been more heartbreak and frustration than one should have to deal with. To top it all off, making new friends has always been a challenge for shy guy like me; I’ve made some really great friends this year, but I’ve lost some as well.

All of this is Life, I suppose.

So, given what the past year has been like, I’m ready to go back to Cleveland and spend some extended time there and get out of The South a little bit. It’ll be good to see friends I haven’t seen in a year, and people I’ve lost touch with along the way. It’ll be nice to get out of this environment for a little bit.

There’s a line from a Modest Mouse song that goes:

If it takes shit to make bliss
Then I feel pretty blissfully

For a long time, I didn’t feel like myself. I feel like I’m myself now. I’m ready for this trip and ready to come back. I’m ready for the year. I’m ready with whatever life wants to deal me. I’m excited. There’s a new optimism and hope inside of me, and for the first time in over a year…I’m the genuinely happy.