Yet it’s what I heard in the hallway–one of those moments when people don’t think they are being overheard.
A student was complaining about the movie, A Wrinkle in Time. That’s the movie for which I offered extra credit if students went to see it a few weeks ago.
I had a purpose for the movie viewing beyond the mathematical angle (I am a math teacher, for those who don’t know me.) I wanted students exposed to the interpretation of a well-known and much-loved story by an African-American female director and to see an African-American female in the lead role as well as supporting roles.
I wanted students to see a fresh and different perspective on the story and wondered if that would challenge their assumptions.
I promoted my offer with a movie poster prominently displayed on my hall bulletin board.
“The movie was terrible. [I am paraphrasing.] In the book, the witches were white. They had a black witch. She was a bad actor. They ruined the story …”
The student’s friend, to whom she was complaining, shushed her. He was trying to tell her to be quiet–don’t let her race-based complaint be heard lest it bring trouble.
Unknown even to her, the student’s complaint was race-based. She didn’t like the fact that there were black actors playing roles that she imagined were white characters when she read the book.
In a way, I rattled her worldview and that is part of the job of a teacher: make kids think more deeply about what beliefs they have absorbed from their subculture. In another way, it shows the challenge we have in building a better society.
The witches were white. I too have read the book and no, Madeleine L’Engle never specified a race for the witches. It is the privilege of the dominant race of a society that everyone, including the minority members, will assume that the characters of a book are from the race of the dominant race of the society.
Even if the book had said the witches were white but someone had a new vision and changed that attribute, why would someone complain?
People, we have work to do.
After my first year at my current school, my principal gave me a ‘needs improvement’ rating in one area: knowing the background of my students. That really surprised me because of all the teachers at my school, I am one of the few, a very few, who thinks about my students, who they are, and how their personal histories play into the dynamics of the classroom.
It took me a long time to figure out that what he meant was that I was not using data (test data.) Actually, I was but he didn’t know. When I showed him the research I did on my students, the rating changed for the next year.
I brought it up in my annual review meeting the following year: how it took me a while to figure out what he meant, that I was one of the most culturally aware (‘woke’ in the current linguistic coin) of his teachers. He replied that he did not think there was a problem regarding the interactions between white people and black people at the school.
For the record, my principal is black.
But we do have a problem, the same problem of all America, that when white and black people interact, the racial history of our country plays a role in how we hear and understand one another.
(Please do not try to figure out what school I teach at and who is who. I am trying to address a larger issue.)
In my school system, in my county, in my state, a southern state with a complicated and difficult history of race relations, we don’t want to address this. We would rather pretend that the color of the skin doesn’t matter; we treat everyone the same. Nothing more needed.
Except we hear the whispers in the hall: the witches were white.
It’s time to stop the pretense. It’s time to stop avoiding the painful conversations that must take place if we want to move forward and establish a more just society.
The witches aren’t white. They are only what you imagine them to be.
Ursula Le Guin was a science-fiction author whose works, written in the 1960s and 1970s, were said to lift the genre to a new level of excellence much in the same way that J.R.R. Tolkien did for the fantasy genre.
Planet of Exiles is a story of two different peoples, one light-skinned and one dark-skinned, who are faced with a crisis of existence and must find a way to work together or perish. Given that the author penned the work in the 1960s at the height of the civil rights movement, the choice to make the two peoples black and white cannot be a coincidence or anything other than a well-thought-out choice.
Without spoiling the story for you (and I recommend that you read it), I will mention many of the features of the plot that examine and perhaps turn on its head what we experience in our race relations.
Most notable is how both peoples regard themselves as human and the other as something less even though they both share the same body form and function with the same intelligence. Le Guin lets us wonder until halfway through the novella when we learn that the black people are immigrants to the planet from the League of All Worlds. That reference clues the reader to her first book, where the League of All Worlds is the interplanetary allegiance and government formed by humans from Earth after they colonized other planets.
The black people have the true claim to the label ‘human.’ They call the white people, native to the planet, hilfs. As the League humans explored planets, they catalogued the species they found. Hilf means a highly intelligent life form. When the white people hear the acronym, they bristle as they think it is an insult.
The black immigrants are immune to the diseases that plague the native peoples. This is explained by a doctor that both people are almost identical in their genome. There is only one variation, but it is enough so that the immigrants cannot be sickened by the planet’s bacteria and viruses. However, it also prevents the two races from conceiving a child together.
Both peoples are under threat from another life form that is retreating through their lands into southern places as a long winter is arriving. (The planet’s orbit around its sun results in seasons that we are told last for 24 years of our time.) These Gaal are doing something new. Instead of raiding and passing through, picking off the vulnerable but avoiding the strongholds of walled cities, they are organized and attacking the cities. The Gaal are committing genocide and taking over the cities.
A black leader proposes an alliance with the white people. But it goes awry due to a love affair between the leader and a white girl. As a result, the only chance both peoples have to turn aside the Gaal is squandered as the white people react with rage and refuse to cooperate.
Later, as the Gaal sack the white city, the black people attack them and rescue as many white people as possible. They regard it as an essential responsibility that springs from their very humanity.
As the story ends, the doctor and others are left to wonder at the disease that is claiming the lives of their people wounded in the battles with the Gaal. A young white woman, the lover and now wife of the black leader, explains that they are observing the planet’s diseases kill.
Does that mean that the black humans are evolving? Does that mean that the black leader and wife will be able to conceive children after all? Is that a good thing? How will both peoples react?
Le Guin leaves us wondering as we finish the last page of her story.
On my way home from my weekly trek to the grocery store, I wondered who Time had named as its Person of the Year. I couldn’t think of a single personality who had dominated the news cycle for a full twelve months that would be a slam-dunk, ‘yes, that’s it,’ choice.
Then I thought of what I believed had dominated the news and I’m about to share my pick. Time did not concur and I have already shared on my Facebook page their choice and article about Time’s Person of the Year. Although they chose a worthy selection and I won’t quarrel with the #metoo and their analysis of how an outing of the sexual abuse women have suffered since forever has finally received its due condemnation, building over the course of a year, I want to offer something different.
For the 2017 Person of the Year, I offer you … Robert E. Lee.
Remember that Person of the Year is not someone admirable or execrable or somewhere in between. It is not an honor, but a recognition of that which had the most impact on events during the year.
The long pall of the Confederacy and its shadow dominated news events during 2017 and there is no one person who represents that era and place more than Lee. Indeed, it is rather unusual that a man who has been dead for almost 150 years dominates the present era. But there we go.
The election of Donald J. Trump, under the auspices of Steve Bannon, self-proclaimed leader of the alt-right, has given the neo-Nazis, KKK knights, angry young white men, and in general, the long-festering, hidden racism of too many people, the permission they craved to emerge into the light of day.
Robert E. Lee. Propose to remove a statue and all hell breaks loose.
In scenes reminiscent of Kristallnacht, men march through a college town, bearing Tiki torches from a local big box store (thus ruining forever anyone else’s party theme of Polynesia), scream out their hate. Later, in clashes with counter-protesters, one will lose his mind and drive his automobile at high speed into the crowd, killing a woman.
The protest of Colin Kaepernik grew throughout the year as NFL and NBA players increased the numbers taking a knee. It grew to gargantuan proportions when the president deemed himself possessed of the authority to dictate personnel policies to NFL owners, who are private business owners, after all. Oops, he kind of forgot that, didn’t he.
Black men protesting the systemic racism black men experience every day of their lives, every moment, they cannot escape it.
The ghost of Robert E. Lee hovers over the landscape. As he was told at the end of the war, when he dithered whether he had the authority to surrender and thus effectively end the war without the concurrence of Jefferson Davis and the Confederate government, “You, sir, are the South.”
It is the battle flag, not the national flag, of the Confederacy that the neo-Nazis and re-energized knights of the Klan wave.
The battle flag.
The protests will grow. Not only was 2017 dominated by the protest, but it will grow in the years to come.
Everyone will have to take a stand. Do you protest and condemn the killing of innocent black men, some of whom laid on a sidewalk with hands in the air or were retreating?
Do police departments continue in their systemic racism because the fear of a cop that his life is in danger excuses all?
Do we notice that the infant mortality rate of black women exceeds that of all others because of the racism that still carves itself into their flesh, their genes?
Will we say enough?
This news dominated not only 2017, but it will continue to drive events in America far into the future.
For that reason, I nominate Robert E. Lee as Person of the Year for 2017.
What a time we are living through! Each day brings new protests, new reactions, and new thoughts. Today I’ve been reading about the lack of teaching Jacksonville’s history in our schools and that implies a lack of awareness of the corrosion of racism that afflicts our city.
Naturally, I have some thoughts, but before I get to them, I looked back at previous blog posts, both here and my previous blog ‘Stone Eggs.’ I will be rerunning old pieces in which I wrote about racism before offering a new essay.
But first, I came across this from March 2017. It plays into current events in that it is our schools in the poorest neighborhoods that are run down the most and in greatest need of rebuilding or repair.
We will vote on a half-cent sales tax in November. Charters, of course, demanded and will receive their cut, not because they needed it, but because they feel they are entitled.
From the archive:
Junkety schools with Junkety equipment and Junkety furniture for Junkety students.
That’s the executive summary. Read on.
For far too long, I have worked in schools that struggle with limited capital funds to provide halfway decent furniture and equipment for its classrooms.
Maybe it’s the graffiti that’s never cleaned off, maybe it’s the fact that I have to keep a toolkit in my desk to repair student desks and other furniture, maybe it’s the oddly bent legs on tables, maybe it’s the fact that my chair at my desk cannot hold its height and I have to sit at a level equivalent to a full-grown man, which I am, squeezing into a desk made for a kindergarten student.
Maybe it’s the hallway lockers smashed in. Maybe it’s the parent who comes to me as I rent lockers during preschool orientation to say, “My child will not have that filthy graffiti to look at all year long.” Maybe it’s the fact that my floors are never mopped or rewaxed during the year, and by now, no one would contemplate eating off it.
Maybe it’s the screws and other hardware I pick up every year as desks deteriorate under student use.
Maybe it’s stepping around the goose droppings on the sidewalk.
Whatever. The impression is clear: Our schools are junkety. We struggle to maintain them.
And then, we have to take the viewpoint of a child, who doesn’t understand a legislature determined to defund public schools, a lack of resources, a tired staff not paid nearly enough to clean and maintain schools.
Is this the best we can do?
Our schools are junkety. Filled with junkety equipment and junkety furniture, and for a student, it only can be because they are junkety, too. Not worth the expenditure to have a decent place to learn.
According to the Florida legislature, yes. We have too much money for our schools via our local property taxes and they want to take more for the charters.
Memo to Florida legislators: If the last time you stepped into a school was when you were a student, you are not able to cast an informed vote on any education legislation before you.
Junkety schools; junkety students. How dare anyone believe that.
Having sat through too many dreary faculty meetings, in which everyone sat around and speculated on what the students thought about the school’s programs … you have too, haven’t you, and wanted to jump up and scream with Grumpy Old Teacher (GOT) that if we want to know what students think, we should ask them!
Thus, GOT’s student survey to find out how well the distance learning worked for them over the past two months.
There won’t be a lot of analysis on this post, but reporting of one non-scientific sample (GOT classes only) on what took place.
No surprise, but 78% prefer learning in the school building to learning at home.
GOT settled into a format of conducting live lessons via the district-approved platform according to the school’s normal schedule. In other words, what we would have done in the building is what we did online. (The school advised us to keep to the A/B day schedule.) The results were split: 50% said it worked for them, 50% said it did not.
As an alternative, the nos expressed a preference for online programs: Khan Academy, Math Nation, or something similar, including recorded GOT recorded videos of instruction. This is a result that cannot be understood without context. Read on.
Only 10% wanted daily live meetings. That’s probably for the alternate days we did. 35% wanted a weekly meeting; 41% wanted a meeting only as needed.
Trying to arrange group work was also split. 40% said no. 43% said maybe, but wanted to know how it would work.
As for the learning schedule, 46% liked continuing the A/B school day. 49% wanted weekly assignments that they could complete according to their personal schedules.
Given the option of having the scheduled classes, but at later times, only 4% thought that was a good idea.
70% reported that they missed learning in person. 59% missed interacting with teachers. 87% missed being with their friends. 42% missed sports, but only 12% missed other after-school activities. 57% said they missed having the structure of the school day. (In comment boxes, many talked about lack of motivation at home and the distractions of siblings and even parents who took them away from learning for other tasks.)
GOT’s students are teenagers. The thinking might be that they are old enough to look after themselves, but here are the skills they said they needed help with: 75%, keeping track of assignments; 32%, organizing a work space at home; 68%, creating a time schedule that they could keep; 35%, submitting assignments; 31%, asking for help.
Most students needed about an hour for GOT’s math assignments (on average.) Only 8% said two hours and 6% said over two hours. (GOT cringes with that 14%. How often has he told students not to waste hours on something they don’t understand; stop and seek help.) But see above–31% need help to do that.
Average daily time for all lessons was evenly distributed. Only 17% reported needing more than 8 hours.
Generally, students tried multiple means to submit work. What worked was below what was tried. No one method worked for all.
For assessment, 45% of students wanted a traditional test even if it was made very difficult to combat cheating. 40% wanted project-based assessment.
How to record attendance also varied. No one method was preferred overall.
For communication with teachers, 59% said a live class meeting, 52% wanted a post in the meeting app, 62% said email, 15% wanted a personal appointment, and 11% wanted to be able to call teachers on the phone.
Everybody’s jumping into this game, from the classy to the cringe-worthy, and Grumpy Old Teacher (GOT) cannot resist the opportunity to deliver a virtual address to the graduating class of 2020.
You were robbed. How you looked forward to your capstone year, the culmination of everything you had known since that first day when you toddled into kindergarten, that year of triumph, of prom and senioritis, that strange ‘disease’ in which you wonder why you find it hard to finish your classes and tasks, of senior trips (commonly called ‘grad bash’) and discipline assemblies during which principals did their best to intimidate you out of the traditional senior prank … oh, you could throw some toilet paper into the trees but oops, too many people are hoarding the rolls …
You can’t even walk the stage.
The feelings you feel … they are real. It is grief. You are grieving all that you should have had and now will never have.
Grief is a part of life and it is more than an emotion attached to death.
Humans grieve losses. Even in normal times, as you celebrate your achievement, you would find feelings of sadness mixed in. The friends you are saying goodbye to, the teachers who gave you advice and provided a foundation for your world, but it’s time to move on.
Every change brings the excitement of new possibilities, but the grief of leaving the familiar behind.
The pandemic of 2020 means that you have more losses and, therefore, more grief to process.
Give yourself grace. This is what it means to be human. Not only the triumphs and the exhilaration of wins, but the experience of loss and sadness.
But it is not the end. GOT remembers living in southern Indiana decades ago. Too many people were trapped in their past. Their life trajectories peaked at their high school prom and went downhill after that. Nothing else would compare, not even their weddings.
Don’t make that mistake. Life is full of possibilities and you must move forward to embrace yours.
What? Should GOT dwell on his prom as unmemorable as it was? The pictures were so awful that his date made a pact with him that we would bury them forever. No one will ever see … not even now, 40 years later.
Then there was the senior class trip. GOT spent a day with a friend, who quickly became a girlfriend, but the bus ride home in the dark < censored> disgusted his friends, hmm … too much information? Well, GOT had cut out another boy, who confronted him on the floor during the graduation ceremony … well, let’s just say no one wants to get into a fight when the Principal and Superintendent are ready to hand off the diploma.
Too much information? And yet, in the long run of a life well lived, it didn’t matter.
That is your future: a life well lived.
It’s not easy to see now. You cannot grasp that you are writing your life story, but you know what? You are your own author. If you don’t like a particular plot twist, you have the power to erase it and write something different.
You won’t remember me. That is the lot of a freshman teacher. No one ever looks back and says that was the one that made a difference.
It’s not important. I did it for you, but not to be remembered. I did it, as all your freshman teachers did, to provide a blessing that carries on long into the future: for your children, your grandchildren, and your great-grandchildren.
The world is out there. For my life adventure, it was a restless movement to Chicago, back to Silver Spring (Washington, DC), the land of my youth, out to French Lick, Indiana (oh, what a name!), down to South Florida, up to Kentucky, back to Lake Okeechobee, until I finally took root among you in Jacksonville.
Who knows where your adventure will take you? All GOT can tell you is that it awaits you and no pandemic will rob you of it.
Go forth, Class of 2020. Be the change that we’ve been waiting for.
War upon war upon the earth, and not only those in which the United States has involved itself.
Disease flourishes among us. We flatten the curve while we curse its name because we don’t have an answer: no proven treatment, no vaccine, no end. All we can do is to mitigate the rate of infection so as to give our health care systems the ability to deal with the sick.
Death is close behind. Many of us check the websites from Johns Hopkins and others that track the progress of Covid-19, confirmed cases, and deaths.
Are the four horsemen loose upon the Earth? Personally, Grumpy Old Teacher (GOT) is not given to an end-times view of the pandemic. Let’s leave the dystopian fantasy end-of-the-world stories to Hollywood.
But we can still have some fun in identifying the horsemen of the education apocalypse.
Conquest, the white horse, whose rider holds a bow, wears a crown, and rides as a conqueror bent upon conquest
“Longer term, all K-12 schools need to adapt to distance learning. Already, one-third of college students take courses online. The $200 billion-plus market for corporate learning is exploding with content libraries, assessment tools, workflow learning and “micro-learning.” (ibid.)
Conquest. Currently the chair of the Foundation for Excellence in Education (which he founded), Jeb Bush now sees no need for schools to have a physical location. He does note the inequity of digital learning, the challenge in providing required-by-law services to students with special needs or are English-language learners; yet that does not slow him down as he rides over the landscape seeking the privatization of all schools.
Many bills died that year, including the former Speaker’s cherished Schools of Hope initiative, an attempt to impose charter schools from a very small list of favored vendors on neighborhoods whose schools are deemed failing. But Corcoran was not to be denied. On the eve of the final day of the legislative session, he took the compromise bill, did a strike-all amendment (a legislative maneuver that takes a bill that passed out of committee and replaces all the language with entirely new text and often legislative intent), and put in place everything he wanted including Schools of Hope and other public school harming provisions.
Famine, the black horse, whose rider holds a set of scales amid cries of a day’s wages for a meager meal
One of the more devious ways to starve public schools is Step Up for Students, the not-for-profit tax dodge that began as a way for Jeb Bush to evade the court decision that declared his voucher program unconstitutional.
If the children never receive the bread, are we starving them when we give it to others? That is the reasoning behind the dodge. If the state never receives the tax dollars because it grants a tax credit to corporate donations to this group, does that count as a diversion of tax dollars? No, the reasoning goes, because the state never touched the money it was due.
The overall problem, as numerous people have noted again and again, is that the state government does not increase the funding nearly enough to account for the additional parties to whom it distributes the FTE budget. Under the current expansion of recipients, every small church school holding class in their basement, parochial schools, charter schools, and more are lining up for funding.
But the way the legislature plays it, it’s a zero sum game. Every dollar given to a ‘choice’ option is one less dollar for public schools. Public schools are slowly being starved, which is highly ironic during these days of pandemic closure when it is the public schools feeding children, not the charters, many of whom directed their parents to drive down the street to the public school to get the free lunches and snacks being provided.
Death, the pale horse, with the power to kill by sword, famine, and plague, as well as the wild beasts of the earth
There are many who would qualify as the rider of the pale horse. On the national scale, there is Betsy Devos who might easily qualify as the educational antichrist of our time. Her hijacking of CARES act relief money, meant for all schools, for her pet cause of private school vouchers, is typical and troubling. Her rewriting of rules meant to protect victims of sexual assault chills the blood. Her continuing, coercive attempts to collect on student loans when the courts have told her to stop … yes, Betsy brings death and Hades rides in her train.
But this is a Florida-focused piece. There are still many candidates for the rider of the pale horse, indeed, the three mentioned above could easily be in this saddle. But today GOT will let the honor go to Erika Donalds, who has pushed death to public schools in the guise of choice since her days of serving as an elected board member of a school district.
From the Tampa Bay Times: Donalds has some skin in the game. She also runs the Optima Foundation, which helps charter school startup organizations to open their schools. And her husband, Rep. Byron Donalds, chairs the state House PreK-12 Quality committee, which hears legislation on some of the same issues she’s advocating.
Because why kill a public institution of 200 years standing if you’re not going to get paid for it? Influence helps.
She’s not the only one. Richard Corcoran’s wife runs charter schools. Manny Diaz, Republican state senator from Miami, works for a charter organization. He exploited his political power to get his employer, Academica (Doral charter schools) onto the Schools of Hope list when it first was excluded. There are many, many others.
They have one wish and that is death to public schools.
Florida, take note. These horsemen are riding and it will take more than a pandemic to defeat them.
It will take your votes. It will depend upon a change of power in Tallahassee.
Be a #publicedvoter. Vote them out, all of them. Let’s start afresh with a government that responds to the needs of its people.
But pain would be an appropriate word to describe what parents, students, and teachers are feeling as DCPS (Jacksonville, FL) adds three extra days to the calendar to fulfill the 900 minimum hours of instruction required by state law.
Despite earlier district assurances that the school year would end as scheduled, May 29, it now seems that three extra days are needed.
First of all, you need to understand that Grumpy Old Teacher (GOT) is not complaining or objecting to the district requiring him to work three more days. In a previous post, he already did the math and figured he was getting paid this year for not working a few days.
DCPS asked for a waiver, but the Florida Department of Education denied it. (Source: an excellent reporter at the local newspaper, The Florida Times-Union. If she says it, she has sourced it well and can back it up. I have sent my own email to the department asking the question, but after seven days, they have not replied.)
Three days grace. Sorry, Duuuuuuuuuuvaaaaaallllllllllllllll, but you ain’t getting it. Three more days to hold class, June 1, June 2, and June 3.
Maybe it’s because these fine state officials forgot to read their New Testaments. (Teachers often feel like they are receiving an Old Testament-style stoning.)
Or maybe our fine commissioner, Richard Corcoran, R-state official, because that capital R is everything, has never experienced grace and, therefore, is unable to extend it to others.
Although GOT would argue that the real adulterers of the public education obligation of the state are those who would give an exclusive to private and virtual schools.
(But maybe the metaphor is running away with him.)
The point of this post is to point out (pun intended) of the foolishness of it all.
Nobody is going to show up for online classes these three extra days of June. Teachers are having a hard enough time now getting kids to show up. Parents are overwhelmed with trying to keep their kids online, or haven’t you been reading their SOS tweets, Facebook posts, Instagram help-me’s, or what should be the latest in coded acronyms: IGU.
(I Give Up.)
We teachers will hold classes. We will honor our contract, the one that requires us to work on the weather days when they are replacing regular school days that were canceled.
In these crazy, pandemic days, it can often seem like we’re living in the middle of a J.K. Rowling novel; where the Avada Kedrava curse comes as a surprise in the night, no one knows how they were exposed, but their lungs are shriveling and light is going out.
But our heroes, the Order of the Phoenix, resist. They fight the good fight to resist the evil overcoming their world.
Today, in Jacksonville, FL, we found out some of our phoenixes who live among us. We don’t have Dumbledore, Remus, Sirius, Tonks, or the Weasleys, but we do have Scott Cairns, Audrey Moran, Hank Coxe, and others.
That didn’t sit well with the mayor. (Name withheld because he really is not on a par with Lord Voldemort.) He ginned up opposition through the General Counsel’s Office, who issued the confusing legal opinion that sometimes ‘shall’ means ‘may,’ which wasn’t binding until it was.
That meant the City Council, not to be confused with the Counsel, could act as a super-school board and refuse to perform their constitutional duty to approve the referendum for a November ballot that the school system offered to pay for. And they did so, because of course they did so. What’s the purpose of being a death eater unless one can curry favor with the mayor (pun intended!) by holding out for a ransom payment to charter schools.
The school board, with no other options, sued the city to force the Council to do their duty.
The Counsel forbid the school board from doing so as he cited the city charter that he was the one and only one (“Only I can live forever”) to decide legal issues. He went so far as to tell the court system that the city charter forbade any judge from deciding a legal issue contrary to what he said.
Too bad no one was paying attention.
To bring this story to a close, the judge was agreeing with the school board more often than not. As the City Council (and Counsel?) realized they were about to lose, the Elder Wand did not belong to them, not truly, they decided to settle.
The virus crisis has thrown the timetable out, but at long last, the city and school board settled out of court. Basically, the school board gets their referendum on the November 2020 ballot.
Before you think the good guys won, remember that the sticking point was the hand-off of building money to charters that didn’t need it. Thanks to a new state law that took effect for 2020, the school board will have to hand over about 20% of the new levy to private school operators that don’t need it.
So the school board won, but they lost. So did the taxpayers and citizens of Jacksonville, because when charter schools close, they don’t return the property or the money. (The explanation, which is not unique to this city, would require another blog.)
But why celebrate Messrs. Coxe, Cairns, and Moran?
While the Counsel (not the Council) raged that the school board did not have the right to hire outside attorneys, even when the Counsel’s conflict of interest was apparent to all, even when the Counsel was violating every legal ethic guiding attorney behavior in that he was pushing the interests of one client to the detriment of another, these citizens stepped up to represent the school board.
At the time, only last summer, they said they would not bother with collecting fees unless the school board was successful in their suit.
“To charge the district for helping to provide enhanced learning environments for our children, improve their security, and bolster the overall economy of our community would be unimaginable,” Coxe said.
Did they really say that? Yes, they did. Florida’s Department of Education, in announcing the governor’s decision to keep schools closed through the end of the year, concluded the press release with this sentence:
In March, FDOE also announced the cancellation of spring 2020 state assessments, meaning that schools gained back instructional time that will allow local districts and schools to still end the school year based on their local calendars.
What a startling admission by the state that prides itself on leading the nation in data-driven, soul-crushing, profiteering, privatizing, faux-accountability, school grading, testing, testing, testing, presidential campaign-promoting (oh, wait, that one didn’t work out–please clap,) educational reform.
Canceling testing means that we get back instructional time.
Canceling testing means that we get back instructional time.
Canceling testing means that we get back instructional time.
Don’t react with the well-worn Homer Simpson response, “Duh!”
Live in the moment when the Department of Education admits that testing steals time for instruction.
And then ask yourself which you would rather have.