Saturday, July 9, 2016

The Limited Efficacy of "School Reform:" Drugs

I don’t know about anyone else; but I often find myself thinking that “school reform” fails for the most basic reason. 

It fails because school isn’t the place where many problems in schools take root.

(See also: absenteeism.)

Today the focus is drugs, on the catastrophic damage done to hundreds of thousands of children every day in homes.

I learned a bitter lesson back in 1976, as a new teacher. One day, Carolyn (all names changed), a young lady in my second bell class, was missing. I had been working with her, as best I could, but wasn’t having much success. She was chronically absent, exhausted if she made it to school, and repeatedly caused trouble for me and for her peers. On this particular morning she wasn’t in history at all.

During third bell a colleague filled in the outlines of a tragic tale. Carolyn had ingested some illegal substance on the way to school. In first period Language Arts her speech slurred. Her teacher grew alarmed, but before she could act, Carolyn began wobbling in her seat. Suddenly, her bodily functions failed. She soiled herself and toppled from her chair. The school nurse was summoned, then the Life Squad, and a terribly troubled 14-year-old left school strapped to a stretcher.

Carolyn survived that day—only to die four years later—but even then I had to wonder. What could we, as educators, do to help such young people? 

Like most educators, I never came up with a satisfactory answer.

Of course, I did everything I could. I gave any student who was doing poorly as many chances as possible to raise their grades. I sacrificed a thousand lunches to talk to teens in dire need of counseling of any kind. I provided my home phone number to parents and students who wanted to call. 

After spending a good part of one evening talking to parents I recorded these results in a diary I keep:

Spent 1½ hours on phone tonight with five parents. Bill -----’s mom has him in AA three nights a week and says he’s rated chemically dependent. (Cheryl, his sister, is also in the program on a limited basis.) Bill’s dad started him drinking at six—Bill got into his father’s cocaine. She says Walt and Rick [two other eighth graders] are dealing.


I retired in 2008. But last summer, waiting a turn at the barbershop, I had another one of those flashes when it seemed obvious the foundation of the argument for “school reform” rested in quicksand. A front page story in the Cincinnati Enquirer caught my eye. A pretty young woman, Samantha Gibson, 26, had just had her day in court. Her offense was minor, this time, so Gibson was going home. But she outlined her problems for a reporter. “I can’t get through the day without heroin,” she admitted.

Then, the detail that really hit hard: Gibson was the mother of three young kids.

According to the Enquirer, “more than 13,000 heroin users spent time in Greater Cincinnati jails [in 2014].” Not all were parents, but far too many were. Some had been arrested after leaving their children “alone at home or in cars because they were out trying to buy heroin.” The Enquirer went on to explain that there were medication-assisted treatment programs available. Unfortunately, all were costly and under optimal conditions only 50% to 65% of users got clean. 

Despite a stunning rise in overdose deaths, county governments in Ohio and other states had been cutting budget since 2008. Treatment was expensive and counties “rarely have millions of dollars available to pay for it.” In-patient programs, most expensive and successful of all, were prohibitively costly. Treatment, one expert told reporters, “is medical first;” but there weren’t enough doctors willing to help. Gibson tried to find care in 2014 but all the programs had long waiting lists.

Now a reporter watched the young mother as she was released. He followed as Gibson left the building—saw her light a cigarette—dig in a purse—pull out $25.

“That’s all I have to my name,” she admitted. She might just as well have added: “So, my poor children are doomed.”

I was fortunate to teach for thirty-three years and loved working with kids. Still, I saw how drugs ruined young lives. I remember asking Joey what his father was like. Joey and I had a good relationship; but he struggled a little in school. “My dad is a useless meth head,” he replied with a smile; and then I understood why Joey might not always focus on history. I remember Sam, too, who turned it around in seventh grade, partly with help from Julie Cohen,a dedicated student teacher. Only Sam didn’t stay turned around. He died three years later of a drug overdose, choking in his own vomit.

Yet, in those same years, Congress was promising every child would be proficient in reading and math. I kept reading stories about “dropout factories” and listening to cable news talk about “failing American schools.”

Across the nation, by 2015, one baby was born every hour, suffering from opiate withdrawal. That’s 8,760 newborns per year, with average cost of a hospital stay $53,400. USA Today referred to children “born into suffering,” but school reformers and politicians never blinked. They kept faulting educators for not undoing the damage done by too many parents, to too many kids, in too many homes.

Time and again, I could only shake my head. I read of a Pennsylvania mother, 22-year-old Sarah Kessler, who died of an overdose in her apartment. Before she was found her 9-month-old son starved to death.

I read about gang violence in Chicago, tied to the drug trade. I read about Tyshawn Lee, a 9-year-old boy, lured into an alley and gunned down during a battle over turf. I read that dozens of young people in that city were shot and killed every year. 

Then, in January 2016, I read that MaryAnn and Wesley Landers brought an infant daughter to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital for care. They left an older child at home. What they didn’t leave was their heroin stash. Shortly after their daughter was operated on mom and dad decided to shoot up in the hospital room. A nurse discovered them sprawled on the linoleum at 11:34 a. m., but by then MaryAnn was dead.

I read these stories and switched on the news and heard experts insist “school reform”  was key to curing our nation’s ills. Listening to experts, I almost imagined educators wielded magic wands. But I taught for years. 

I knew they didn’t.

I certainly dont claim to have the answers. I know what I’d be saying if I were U. S. Secretary of Education, however. I’d be arguing we’d should take the money wasted on standardized tests and pour it into expanded drug counseling and treatment for adult users and kids.

I’d argue that every school should have more counseling and psychological services for parents and children.

I’d make the case that every school should have a nurse practitioner on site and a clinic where young people could get quality care.

I’d urge lawmakers to push for reform and stop jailing non-violent drug offenders. The annual cost of keeping one inmate in federal prison comes to $30.619.85 per year. I’d let non-violent prisoners out.

I’d use the money saved to target problems that effect youth, including the fact 2.7 million kids  have one or both parents behind bars.

I’d tell school reformers to stop blaming society’s ills on educators and schools. I’d make it clear that America’s schools aren’t failing at all. 

Too often they’re overwhelmed.


There's no school reform there there.

Monday, July 4, 2016

Do You Know What the Declaration of Independence Means?

Happy Birthday, America. 

I don’t know about anyone else, but I am sitting here, mulling over the current state of American political discourse. I think we can all agree, it’s not necessarily on the same level we might have witnessed in 1776.

Then again: women can vote. African Americans are free. It’s not as bad as many people seem to believe.

Regardless, when I was still at work in a classroom, I was an ardent fan of the Declaration of Independence. I love the message the document sends, even if sometimes the messengers who spread it are flawed.

Luckily, I taught in an era before the spread of the plague of standardized tests. That meant I could do what I thought was best for kids. But before I explain, why don’t you take out a piece of paper and write down all you know about the Townshend Acts? 

Done? 

Sure you are. 

You don’t remember beans.

You don’t really need to, either. No one cares today. But keep this in mind when you consider the merits of standardized test. The people who push them think you should know about the Townshend Acts—and and the Sugar Act, too. Those were both the focus of questions on the last standardized test I saw before I retired in 2008 (and from what I hear from younger teachers the situation is getting worse.)

What I cared about a hundred times more were the ideals at the core of the Declaration. These ideals still matter today.  

In my American history class, I wanted students to be able to answer the six questions which follow, with answers to all six to be found in a short section of the document, only 84 words long. (See below.)

1. Government gets its power from ___.
2. If government does not work we have the right to ___.
3. Governments are set up to ___.
4. If government works as it should everyone will be treated ___.
5. Certain basic rights cannot be taken away from you by ___.
6. Government should leave you alone to enjoy ___.


If it’s been a few years since you studied any history you may not recall that the Declaration is several pages long. Most of that length is filled by a list of grievances against Parliament and George III. 

If you’re a normal American—and admit it, you believe you are, no what the rest of your family says today at the picnic—you have forgotten what those grievances were. Whereas you may still remember the lyrics to “Yellow Submarine” or be able to list all the starting backfield for your favorite college or NFL team.

In my class, we began with specifics. When asked, Gary could immediately raise a hand and name the main author of the document (Thomas Jefferson). Eric or Renee would know the date and year of the document (July 4, 1776). Then I liked to add a few relevant details. I pointed out, for example, that Jefferson was a slave owner, hypocrisy never running too far below the surface of politics. 





Then I might jokingly say to my class: “If you don’t know anything about the Declaration of Independence you shouldn’t be allowed to shoot off fire crackers on the Fourth! You shouldn’t get a hot dog, either.” 

“You should have to eat stewed prunes all day.”

Otherwise, I was deadly serious about imparting critical knowledge. So students were required to memorize the section below, which still matters today, which will always matter in human affairs:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness; that to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed; that, whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or abolish it, and to institute a new government.


To help my seventh and eighth grade students grasp what the Declaration was and is all about, and aid a bit with memorization, I provided a copy of the section in two forms, one seen above.

In the version below, the words in capitals tended to confuse some of my young charges. So we started off by defining these terms. Vicki or Joey might immediately see that “self-evident” meant “obvious.”

Blake—a star student in my fourth bell—might offer, “It means ‘something proves itself.’”

So, we’d move along. Few of my young charges could ever define “endowed.” I used the same joke every year. (You could have heard it if you stepped into my room in 1977 and again if you visited in 2007.)

“‘Endowed,” I explained, “means ‘granted at birth, born with.’ Some of us are endowed with great intelligence. Some of us are endowed with fantastic looks.”

I would always fluff my hair at that point. Sometimes my loving students would groan and hiss.

I never minded if, at that point, they called me a wrinkled old goat. It kept them awake. It kept them involved.

We worked our way through the passage: unalienable = can’t be taken away; secure = protect; consent = permission; abolish = get rid of.

We hold these truths
to be SELF-EVIDENT,                                                 
that all men are created equal;
that they are ENDOWED                                                         
by their Creator
with certain UNALIENABLE RIGHTS;                                                          
that among these
are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness;              
that, to SECURE these rights,                                      
governments are INSTITUTED                                   
among men,
DERIVING their just powers                                       
from the CONSENT of the GOVERNED;                             
that, whenever
any form of government
becomes destructive
of these ENDS,                                                              
it is the right of the people
to ALTER OR ABOLISH it,                                        
and to INSTITUTE                                                        
a new government.


When Kayla fell asleep one day in class, during a typically scintillating discussion on the topic, I woke her gently, and from then on liked to refer to her with a smile as “Rip Van Kayla.” (She did fall asleep in class a lot.)

This required a quick aside on the legend of Rip Van Winkle.

As for those six questions—shown again for convenience—the answers to some came quickly. Maddy and Mara and Leslie all raised a hand to answer the first. Mara was quicker, and when called upon, supplied the word “people.” Brad was prompt in supplying an answer for four. “Equally,” he said.

1. Government gets its power from ___.
2. If government does not work we have the right to ___.
3. Governments are set up to ___.
4. If government works as it should everyone will be treated ___.
5. Certain basic rights cannot be taken away from you by ___.
6. Government should leave you alone to enjoy ___.


The answer to #2 also came fairly fast every year, in every class. “Change the government,” Heather said.

Then #6: “To enjoy life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness?” Candace offered with a tinge of doubt.

Correct.

Number three always proved difficult. Eventually someone realized that Jefferson was saying government existed to protect our rights. 

Yes. Yes, YES. That’s a critical point.

But the greatest confusion came when we tried to answer #5. I’m afraid some politicians couldn’t answer it today. “The government,” some student would always try first.

Incorrect.

 “The president?” “Jefferson?”  “Congress?” others would suggest. You always had some poor devil who stuck up a hand and repeated: “The government?” 

No, no, no.

And still no.

Finally, Jodi or James would realize what Jefferson was saying and respond, “Anyone. He means our basic rights can’t be taken away by anyone.” 

I would sometimes reach in my desk and pull out a candy bar from a large stash I kept and toss it to the teen who had just answered.

“Very good, that’s right,” I’d say. “Jefferson was saying that God granted us our rights at birth and those rights cannot be taken away, not by anyone, not by government, not by other citizens.”


I don’t know: I think these ideas matter, on this day, July 4, and on every other day of our lives.

***

If I was teaching today, I might use some of the following examples to illustrate how Jefferson’s words still resonate.

You could start by comparing Jefferson’s ideals with those of Adolf Hitler, who referred to groups he found inferior as “suitable beasts” to serve the Aryan race. You could focus on his fundamentally different approach. In the interests of race purity, he once insisted, “A powerful national government can undertake and accept responsibility for great limitations on the freedom of the individual.”

Forget: “all men are created equal.” Hitler argued that Jews were “incurable tumors” and must be destroyed.

The case of Loving v. Virginia (allowing inter-racial marriage) always seemed to interest the students I taught. And I read recently that 20% of U.S. weddings now involve mixed race couples. The case of the baker, who didn’t want to bake a cake for a gay marriage, might get every student talking. Did the baker’s pursuit of life, liberty and happiness interfere or outweigh the same pursuit by the gay couple?

To be honest, I don’t know.

I used to throw in the story of what happened to Japanese-Americans in 1942 and ask how it could have happened at all. 

I’d introduce the matter of Muslim-Americans today.

I’d let my students wrestle with such examples and to the largest extent possible keep my personal opinions to myself.


I’d let students do as much thinking as possible, let them decide exactly what the Declaration of Independence means, even today.  

If it's good enough for Abraham Lincoln,
it's good enough for me, and for all Americans.


 A NOTE TO TEACHERS

You know, if you’ve taught more than five days, that not all students are going to willingly sit down and memorize 84 words of anything. Still, I expected it to be done, and always put those six key questions on my American Revolution test, on the first semester final, and on the final every year.

I always gave students a week to commit the piece to memory. On the day of the quiz I asked them to take out a sheet of paper and write the section above for a test worth 75 points. Some preferred to come back to my desk and quietly recite it, instead, which I was also happy to allow.

I was a fanatic when it came to learning, I suppose you could say. I was happy every year that a large majority of students earned A’s or B’s on the first try. I gave those who had C’s or D’s an option to try again later. 

I wanted everyone to succeed.

Every year, fifteen or twenty students (out of 150 or 175) would complain as the day passed by: “I can’t learn this! It’s too long!”

Too bad, I replied.

I required all who failed to come in and try again during lunch. Let’s say I had twenty in a typical year who had to try again. Two or three wouldn’t show up at all. Another might have a hidden, prewritten copy in a book and try to slip it out when I wasn’t looking. Three or four would fail again. Typically, most earned A’s and B’s with a smattering of C’s. I always gave kids the higher grade. I didn’t average them out.

As I said, I wanted them to succeed.

I told the three or four who failed again to return once more the next day. 

Then I steamed down the hall to the lunchroom to chase down the two or three who hadn’t shown up. These lucky youths were awarded detention after school and another chance to study and improve grades. 

By that time, I had often missed my entire lunch. 

I would buy four fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies from the lunch ladies and wolf them down as I headed back to my room, wiping the last crumbs from my lips as I began the next class after lunch.

Eventually, all but one or two of those who said they couldn’t learn the Declaration did. All I had to do was miss a few lunches and stay after school once or twice.



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Friday, July 1, 2016

A Few Quotes that Still Matter

As a history teacher I always liked to post good quotes around my room. I thought it might make students think. 

One of my favorite moments came one day when Josh hailed me from far across the lunchroom. “Mr. Viall,” he called loudly, “you are not worth the dust the rude wind blows in your face.”

I was pleased to see the young man was quoting Shakespeare, himself, by way of one of my posted quotes.

Here are a few of my favorites.

(I’ve gathered more than 3400 if anyone would like a copy, including Josh, who is actually one of my Facebook friends today. If you’re interested, Josh, or anyone else, particularly teachers, send me an email (vilejjv@yahoo.com) and I will forward my list to you as a document.

Clearly, many still resonate today: 





I wish more political figures kept this in mind.















My teenage students could relate to this one.




































Chaucer was talking about war (werre);
but I always thought this applied to school reformers, people who never teach.






I always thought this last quote summed up the trials and tribulations that come along during a stretch of any teen’s life.


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