Thursday, March 27, 2008

From Education Week


Commentary
Education Beats Incarceration
By Tom Carroll

We’re No. 1! We lead the world in prison incarcerations. If only we were No. 1 in education.
The sobering news from a new report by the Pew Center on the States is that one of every 100 Americans is behind bars. Of greater concern is that one in nine black men ages 20 to 34 is in jail. If only they had spent more time in school. The Pew study, “One in 100: Behind Bars in America 2008,” found that the United States has the largest per-capita prison population in the world, followed by Russia. The highest-scoring European countries in international education comparisons are among those with the lowest prison populations. The study links growing U.S. incarceration rates to a wave of policy choices that send more lawbreakers to prison, along with increased use of prison stays for those who break probation rules. Compounding this trend, more public schools are choosing to use law enforcement to deal with disruptive school behavior. A recent report from the NAACP Legal Defense and Educational Fund, “Dismantling the School-to-Prison Pipeline,” found that a growing number of schools are pushing young people out of classrooms and into the juvenile-justice and criminal-justice systems; African-American students, who make up less than 20 percent of the overall youth population, account for one-third of suspensions, and they are more likely to be referred by their schools to the juvenile-justice system.

States and local jurisdictions want to be tough on crime. But there are better choices. “For all the money spent on corrections today, there hasn’t been a clear and convincing return for public safety,” says Adam Gelb, the director of Pew’s Public Safety Performance Project. He suggests that “more and more states are beginning to rethink their reliance on prisons for lower-level offenders and finding strategies that are tough on crime without being so tough on taxpayers.”
The average annual state expenditure on a prisoner is $23,876, in contrast to $8,701 per year on a K-12 student.

The average annual state expenditure on a prisoner is $23,876, in contrast to $8,701 per year on a K-12 student. The average in-state college tuition is $10,674 a year.
States and localities that are attempting to control crime by spending more on prisons would be better off spending more on schools. Texas, California, and Florida, for example, hold the highest state prison populations, while at the same time they fall below the national average on providing opportunities for educational success, according to the Quality Counts 2008 report. (Quality Counts, Jan. 10, 2008.) In the Johns Hopkins University-based study “Locating the Dropout Crisis,” these states also rank among the leaders in their number of high schools considered to be “dropout factories”—schools where graduation is not the norm, attended by almost half of the nation’s African-American students and nearly 40 percent of its Latino students.

In study after study, we have seen that education investments that improve school performance and increase graduation rates can reduce rates of incarceration, increase economic competitiveness, and lower health-care costs. The Economic Policy Institute found that payoffs for education investments are dramatic and long-term. Children in poverty who receive high-quality early education have significantly fewer arrests than peers without this opportunity. The Committee for Economic Development found that investing $4,800 per child in preschool can reduce teenage arrests by 40 percent. High school completion increases the payoff. The Coalition for Juvenile Justice reports that high school dropouts are three times more likely to be arrested. The Alliance for Excellent Education has found that almost $2.8 billion in additional annual earnings would enter the economy if we increased high school graduation rates. Community college and higher education investments produce even greater returns. Yet the Pew study found that the rate of prison cost increases is six times greater than the rate of cost increases in higher education.

Education also lowers health-care costs. The Alliance for Excellent Education estimates that if the 1.2 million students who drop out each year earned high school diplomas instead, states could save $17 billion in health-care costs over the graduates’ lifetimes. The Pew study is alarming, but what is most distressing is that state and national leaders are not taking more proactive steps to change this picture by investing in education. We need to learn from countries that have strong school performance and low prison populations. Our success in a competitive global economy will increasingly depend on our ability to meet the learning needs of students who currently are being pushed out of our schools. Educating each one of today’s students for successful participation in a complex world is a demanding challenge. No teacher should be expected to do this job alone.

The first step states can take is to ensure that teachers have the support they need to succeed. Schools serving low-income children and students of color often have teacher-dropout rates that exceed even their student-dropout rates. The MetLife Survey of the American Teacher finds that teachers are leaving because they are not given leadership backing to build a culture of success with principals, colleagues, students, and parents. It is time to recognize that great teaching is not an individual accomplishment. Quality teaching is a team sport. What is most distressing is that state and national leaders are not taking more proactive steps to change this picture by investing in education.

The second step is to recognize that teacher collaboration in other countries is buttressed by, and contributes to, a consistent national framework of teaching and learning standards. It is time to abandon our uneven academic quality and two-tiered education system in favor of collectively built national standards for teaching and learning, with the goal of ensuring that no child will have an inferior education simply because of where he or she lives. The third step is to prepare and hire well-qualified teachers who have demonstrated time and again their ability to improve student performance. Our competitors in other countries have shown that this begins with closing the gap between teacher preparation and teaching practice. Teaching residencies that provide extensive clinical experience and apprenticeships in urban schools are proving to be particularly effective in Boston and Chicago. We can also accelerate the effectiveness of new teachers with induction into a professional community that sustains their growth with continuous professional development embedded in the day-to-day work of their schools.

The fourth step is to provide teachers with career paths that recognize and reward their accomplishments. Teachers’ responsibilities and compensation should grow as their expertise and effectiveness deepens. It is time to support multiple career paths with pay systems that recognize accomplished teaching and reward effective performance. To be tough on crime, be strong on education. State leaders would be much farther ahead if they worried less about how many prison beds they have and concentrated instead on improving the schools and teachers they provide.

For decades, we have tried to manage school improvement with command-and-control, regulatory, prescriptive, or market-based incentives that treat school leaders, teachers, and students like the targets of change rather than its agents. We need to replace these approaches with strategies that empower those individuals to lead and shape the reinvention of their own learning organizations. National leaders should pledge to support educators who are engaged in a cultural transformation of their schools to support 21st-century teaching and learning.

Tom Carroll is the president of the National Commission on Teaching and America’s Future, in Washington.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Los Angeles Times Festival of Books


The L.A. Times Festival of Books will be next month, April 26 and 27 at UCLA. It's a must attend event for anyone who loves or even slightly likes books.


Something Education Related...Finally!

Education Week is a great weekly publication of the nation's education news. Check it out. One of several education related blogs Education Week hosts is Motivation Matters. The authors, Kevin Bushweller and Katie Ash, explore what motivates kids to do better in school. It's worth reading.

What was he thinking?


I have to give Dave a 2 out of 5 stars for last night's performance. What was that song? Awful song choice. There are a couple other kids sneaking up on his heals. This is the best group of singers in a long time. The Australian guy was pretty good. Dave needs to step it up a notch. Don't you think? What does this have to do with education? Absolutely nothing! I can't believe it's already Wednesday. This vacation is flying by! So sad.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Happy Vacation

I've reached a bit of a milestone...over 50 posts for the year...not bad! Hopefully I'll be able to make it to 100 by the end of the year. Today is the first day of our three week vacation...woo hoo! I hope everyone has a great vacation! I'm sure the three weeks will fly by. No school work for me today. I need to get the car washed, go to Barnes, and get my hair cut. There will be plenty of time for work tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

A heart that can't be mended

from today's Press Telegram

By Dr. Mauricio Heilbron Jr.

I just finished sewing up a dead boy.

I pronounced him dead at 10:34 p.m. Sunday. It's now 11:27 p.m. I know I won't be able to get to sleep for a long time. I feel like I shouldn't.

I'm a trauma surgeon at St. Mary Medical Center in Long Beach. I was sulking in my call room on Palm Sunday because I missed yet another important moment in my 5-year-old son's life. A tarantula crawled all over him at his best friend's birthday party, and my wife had e-mailed me a glorious photo of this big, hairy arachnid on my son's face. The phone rings, and I am summoned to the ER for a "gunshot wound to the chest." That's bad, but around these parts, sadly not a surprise. Then the ER secretary adds, "... in a 12-year-old." That changes things a bit. As I hurry down to the Emergency Department, I play out several horrific scenarios in my head - a mental exercise in preparation for what certainly was to be a difficult situation.
I arrive to a room filled to capacity with doctors, nurses, techs, volunteers, firemen, policemen and paramedics. The strictly medical people are swarming around an impossibly small figure, in a flurry of needle sticks in search of a vein, monitor-pad placement in search of a vital sign, stethoscopes vainly searching for a breath sound or a heartbeat. The non-medical personnel had formed a concerned and curious peanut gallery. One ER doctor blurts out the important points, "GSW to the chest, pulses in the field but ... ," while another ER doctor is prepping this small chest for an ER thoracotomy. In English, an "ER thoracotomy" is where you flay open a chest in a soon-to-be-dead patient, in the hopes of finding a hole you can quickly but temporarily fix. Once that is done, it gives you a chance to give the patient necessary things like blood and IV fluids (where they now will not simply flow out of those repaired holes), and get him to the OR so you can fix him properly. It is the trauma surgery equivalent of a Hail Mary football pass. This is not a "difficult situation"; this is a nightmare.

The ER doctor hands me the knife, as if to say, "Here. It's yours." I think the kid is dead, or if not dead, then he certainly is "unsalvageable," which is a horrible word to use for a human being. I don't think he's fixable. However, if he is to have any hope of survival, the only way to save him is to crack him open and try to plug up the holes. Cracking open an 11-year-old boy (he was two months shy of his 12th birthday) is going to tear my own heart in half, I think to myself, but this is part of what I do, so I slip the gloves on and take the knife.

There is precious little skin to cut through, and I'm in the chest in a few seconds. His chest cavity is filled with blood, which spills out of his chest like a macabre waterfall to the floor. There's a shredded tear in his lung, and a big, ragged hole in his heart. All the IV fluids that my associates are pouring into the patient are flowing out this hole and on to my shoes. I put my finger in this hole - such a big hole in such a small heart - but blood and fluids still flow unfettered. My other hand finds another, larger hole on the other side of his heart. My fingers touch. His heart is empty. Mine breaks.

The boy's family is brought in while I am bathed in his blood, as "studies have shown" that this is better for everyone involved, to be present as the end nears. I scramble for a way to just stop the bleeding. I just want it to stop. It's spilling over my hands on to the gurney. His mother is begging me to do what I can. I know I can't do anything. She tells me to take her heart, and give it to him. I know that's not possible, and she knows that's not possible, but she could not be more serious. The first ER doc is sitting alongside the mom, gently telling her that we've done everything we can do. His mother looks at me. My hands are still in the boy's chest, trying to do something, anything. In her eyes, I see a soul that I am about to crush with a little nod of my head. I do so.

As the howl of unimaginable grief shakes the entire ER, I am filled with anger. Why do we still sell guns in this country? What is this child doing on the streets after 10 o'clock at night? Why are we killing our innocent young soldiers overseas, and ignoring the merciless gangbangers - terrorists in their own right - that are invading ourstreets here at home? I try to put these thoughts away, because now, in front of his family, I have to sew him up. I have to close this huge gash in his left side, that I made. I place the first stitch, and as I'm tying the knot, I look at the boy's face. He's small for 11, not that much bigger than my son Ben. All the adrenaline is gone. My shoulders sag. I feel myself start to cry, and I know that I can't stop it. I have no way of hiding because literally everybody is looking at me, including his mother, and my hands are busy, so I can't wipe the tears away. I make eye contact with the mom, and whisper "I'm sorry." I finish closing his chest up, and shuffle off to the sink to wash this child's blood off my arms.

In the doctor's area, I start filling out the pointless paperwork. Several nurses and doctors come over to offer encouraging words, or a consoling hand on the shoulder. I want to quit. I don't want to do this anymore. I want to quit because that means I can go home. When I go home, I can quietly open the door to my son's room, and sit on the floor right next to his bed. I'll watch him sleep, that blissful sleep only found in young children. I'll watch him for hours, and tell myself how lucky I am to have him in my life. I want my son to put my heart back together.

But I can't go home, as I'm on call until 8 a.m. I can't quit. Tomorrow I have patients, surgeries, rounds - the usual stuff. Hopefully, I'll be home for dinner. When I come through the door, I'll hear his cheerful yell of "Daddy!" and he'll jump into my arms. He will in all likelihood never know how much that moment means to me, but it is precisely that resuscitative energy that will restore me. To keep coming back to this sort of work.

I will sneak into his room after he falls asleep. I'll give him an extra kiss good night. And then, just maybe, I'll close my eyes.

Dr. Mauricio Heilbron Jr. is chief of surgery at Little Company of Mary Hospital in San Pedro and a trauma surgeon at St. Mary Medical Center in Long Beach.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Tragedy

As I was driving down Cherry this morning on my way to school, I noticed several news vans on 15th Street. Just as I passed the vans a news report on my radio mentioned a Long Beach boy was shot and killed on 15th Street. My heart sank. I knew we would be involved some how. I just knew. Sure enough, he was a former student. His sisters still attend the school. I forget how dangerous our neighborhood is. I forget that our kids and families live in the middle of this danger. I forget we work in the middle of this danger. I forget how vulnerable they and their families are to the madness of gang violence. I often wonder when the city will stop focusing on downtown and start taking care of the problems of the central city, the westside, and northtown. How many more kids have to get shot before someone does something? Why are gangs allowed to run rampant in neighborhoods. Neighborhoods where families are trying to live quiet, productive lives. Why aren't good people rising up and taking to the streets? Where are the protests? Why aren't we holding our elected officials and police department accountable for something so basic as the safety of citizens. I'm angry.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Sunday

What a gorgeous day today! You could see Catalina AND downtown Los Angeles. I love being able to see downtown. It means the air is cleaner than normal and I can take a few deeper breaths...nice! I was going to do some school work tonight but I forgot the paperwork at school. Oh well. I'll do the work tomorrow morning. I don't feel like watching television. I was going to watch John Adams on HBO, but I think I'll catch the repeat. I'm sure it will be repeated half a billion times over the next few weeks. I'm so glad we only have five days left. Woo hoo! I'm so exhausted. I definitely need a break...as does everyone. I'm hoping the week is semi-quiet/calm. Lets hope for tranquility!


Saturday, March 15, 2008

Saturday

I really didn't get much done today. I did finish the perfect attendance stuff and I did get stuff ready for Thursday's staff development meeting. I still have a lot to do. I have a couple evaluations to get done. I need to get some stuff together for a meeting I have on Wednesday. I figure I'll be able to catch up on work during vacation. The paper just piles up. I'll recycle a huge stack of accumulated papers and a few days later I have just as many papers in my office. It's crazy. Oh well. I caught a kid tagging on a step in the front of the school today. I think I scared the "poop" out of him. I told him to clean it up or I would call the police. He cleaned it up. He could have easily bolted, but he stayed and did what I told him to do. Gotta give him credit for that. Good thing he didn't pull a gun on me. I need to watch it. The neighborhood has been very sketchy lately. Sometimes I forget what could happen. No new budget news. That's good. I hope I don't get any more bad news at my Wednesday meeting. I can't take much more bad news. I've been a stress case the last few weeks. But I think I'm holding my "poop" together pretty well. I haven't yelled at anyone (lately). That's a good thing. Five days til vacation!! WOO HOO!!! Next week eight of our friends are going to be observed by the Cotsen people. Good luck you guys! You all are amazing teachers! It's going to be a very difficult decision as to who becomes the Mentor. I lost my debit card. I feel naked (I know, nasty image) without it. I had to go to the credit union this morning to get a new one. I hope the new one comes soon. I'm always losing things. Not good. Some of you could probably take advantage of that. Teacher says "I turned in my data on time. You probably lost it." e says "You never turn in anything on time. How could I lose something you didn't turn in on time?" Teacher says "I was really proud of myself because this was the first time I turned in my data by the due date. And now I'm sad because you lost it." e says "I'm sure you made a copy of everything. Turn in the copy to me by the end of the day. Have a nice day."

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

The Book of General Ignorance


What were George Washington's false teeth made from? "Wood" you say? WRONG! From page 97 of the book..."The set made when he became president was carved from hippopotamus and elephant ivory, held together with gold springs. The hippo ivory was used for the plate, into which real human teeth and also bits of horses' and donkeys' teeth were inserted." Ummmm...that's gross.



The kid choked...so sad...


Last night David Archuleta totally choked (on American Idol). I stayed up until 10:00 to hear him sing. So sad. He was so nervous. He totally forgot the lyrics to the song he was singing. So sad. I'm sure he'll do better next week. There's a story on Perezhilton.com that his dad was yelling at him during rehearsal and that really upset him. Papa Archuleta needs to step back a bit (if the Perez story is true).


I need to get out more...


Last weekend I decided to rent a movie. So I rented Super Bad. One of the funniest stupid movies I've ever seen. I loved it! Hilarious! Any other funny movie suggestions?


Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Today Again

It's with great sadness that I have to again report nothing funny happened today. Nothing really bad happened either. I finished this week's walkthroughs. Great stuff happening. I'm very pleased...or I could use the royal "we"...as in "We are very pleased." Hopefully something funny will happen tomorrow. Actually, now that I'm thinking about it...something funny did happen. But I can't really talk about it. Darryl did something to totally crack me up. And I cracked up at a very inappropriate moment. Damn him! He does that stuff on purpose. I think he does it on purpose to try to distract me. Just when I'm about to give him a list of stuff to do, he says or does something hilarious. Damn him!

I'm reading a new book titled, The Book of General Ignorance, Everything You Think You Know is Wrong. It's a fascinating book. The book explains that many of the facts we learned in school are just plain wrong. For example, we we're all taught in school that cannibals cooked their victims whole in large pots. This is totally bogus! It turns out that the technology to create large water tight pots big enough to hold a whole human being wasn't invented until the late 19th century. Cannibals cut up their victims and roasted, smoked, or salted them. Here's another one. What were Cinderella's slippers made from? Of course we all say "glass." We're all wrong. They were made from squirrel fur. True. Read it on page 233 of the book. It has to do with the French guy who rewrote the ancient Chinese story. He misheard the word vair (squirrel fur) for verre (glass). It's a totally honest mistake!

Monday, March 10, 2008

Today

This post will be quite boring. Nothing funny happened today. Sorry. Nothing really bad happened either. That's a good thing. Although...I was horrified when I read the bulletin Friday night. My "notes" section had many grammatical and punctuation errors. So sad. Second time this week my grammar/punctuation sucked. I need to take a class or something. It's really embarrassing. Did anyone see the series finale of The Wire last night? That show is so good. I'm sad it has come to an end. Project Runway is also over. So sad. Guess I'll focus all my energy on American Idol. I'm pulling for David Archuleta. That kid can sing! I haven't been watching much TV lately. My TV nights are Tuesday and Sunday. The Tudors will be back at the end of the month. That will be good. So much of TV is depressing lately. I'm so sick of all the Clinton/Obama stuff. It's depressing. I wish it were over. As the famous 20th century philospher Rodney King said, "Can't we all just get along?"

Sunday, March 9, 2008

WARNING - This post may OFFEND some

I love the Internet. I especially love all the crazy pictures people post on various sites. There's some pretty hilarious stuff out there. Since it's Read Across America season, I'd thought I'd share a recent find. Please don't be offended. It's just a funny picture. Relax. I love reading. I love Read Across America. I love Dr. Seuss.
Don't scroll down if you are offended by crude language and disturbing images.










Admit it. It's funny.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

The Rubber Room

My favorite radio show is This American Life. It airs Saturday morning at 10:00 on KCRW. I subscribe to the podcast so I'm sure I'll never miss a show. This morning I was listening to the podcast of the February 29th show. One of the stories was about rooms New York City teachers who have been accused of wrong doing are sent to. Teachers are to report to these rooms every day until their situation is cleared up or until they're fired. The rooms are referred to as "the rubber room." Teachers spend months and sometimes years in these rooms. They receive full pay while they're in the rubber room. They just sit and wait. They play cards. They sleep. They participate in book clubs. They participate in impromptu classes. Can you believe this? There's even a movie about New York's rubber rooms.

Check out the link http://www.rubberroommovie.com/

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Who Knew?


Today at lunch, one of the fifth grade boys said he wished he were a bird so he could fly around and poop on people's heads. My first thought was "WTF?" I had to ask him why in the world he would want to poop on people's heads. Apparently in Mexico it's good luck to have a bird poop on your head. Mexicans in the house, please represent...is that true? So then I informed the kid that good luck and bad luck don't exist. What is, is. What will be, will be. Another fifth grader overheard my "I don't believe in good luck" conversation and told me "You don't believe in good luck? No wonder you're always in a bad mood." Kids...don't you just love them? It would be kind of cool to turn into a bird and fly around and maybe poop on someone. Kind of like the Wonder Twins. Remember them? Except they didn't poop on anyone...they just turned into things...ice and stuff...wow...that's old skool!

Monday, March 3, 2008

Balls

Today at lunch I had a three unflated red balls in my arms. They were sort of big balls, so my arms were full. I was taking them to the playground shed. Fifth grader Marcus kept trying to take one of them from my arms. So I started to say, "Marcus, stop yanking my..." I paused because it dawned on me what I was about to say and it could be misinterpreted. So instead I said, "Marcus, stop yanking my TOYS." Too late. Marcus started laughing uncontrollably, because he knew what I was going to say and he actually said it in a low voice. It was funny but it was also sad. The kids are growing up way too soon. Marcus is an interesting kid. Moral of this story...don't carry a bunch of balls in your arms. And stay away from Marcus.