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These Go to Eleven…

eleven.jpgThe NY Times reported last week that some of the area school districts are switching to report cards that document student progress with numbers rather than with the old-fashioned (and apparently dreadfully imprecise) letter-grade system. Now a student will get 2,3,4 on her report card, instead of C, B, A ; the new system, which is called a “standards-based” system is supposed to be clearer, more objective, and will somehow cure all that ails the public school systems.

Okay, that last part is an exaggeration – no one quoted in the article says that the new report cards will cure the system. They do say, however, that these report cards will help students chart their progress more clearly. A professor in Kentucky (a state that we all associate with academic excellence, of course), who is cited in the article (and has written a book about this new system) claims that the new approach is more accurate because it’s based on a stated set of criteria, not on a curve.

Can we take a step back here? Are the letter grades really the problem? Seems to me that if I want to grade on a curve, I can do so, regardless of whether I use 4s, 5s, and 3s; or Bs, Cs, and As – or gold stars, Elmo stickers, and rocks. 

As for “standards-based” – do the proponents of this system really mean to imply that everything prior to this moment has been simply a version of throwing-shit-to-the-wall-and-seeing-what-sticks? Do these “educators” really think that only with numbers there can be standards? And who, in this post-AIG, post-Lehman Brothers, post-credit-swap-defaults world, really thinks that numbers are any more or less subjective than anything else, or any less subject to manipulation? And, for that matter, what the hell is the difference between an “educator” and a “teacher”?

Last time I checked, learning (which is not the same as memorizing) doesn’t happen on a tidy curve or bar graph, as much as we might wish it did. Don’t any of us remember that sudden “aha!” moment when words unlocked on a page, or division made sense (never did, for some of us), or we figured out what the subjunctive was (I was in my mid-twenties, much to my mother’s chagrin)? Those moments didn’t happen in step with others in the class, or even (unfortunately) in time for the test.

Another “educator” cited in this article, the principal of an elementary school in Illinois, said the standards-based report cards can give parents a sense of their child’s “actual achievement” without “clouding the issue with how often they turned in homework or participated in class.” Right. Because stupid stuff like learning how to talk in class, or keep track of homework – has nothing to do with how well a student might succeed in secondary school, or college.  I thought that one of the lessons kids were supposed to be learning in elementary school is how to raise their hands in class, talk in front of a group, and keep track of their own little paper trails. So if that’s not part of second-grade achievement, then what is?

In Pelham, the second-grade report card comes with a FOURTEEN PAGE guide to the standards being measured. For your seven-year-old’s report card. Begging the question of why a seven-year-old needs a report card in the first place – (Sammy uses a pencil. Can spell name and other important words, like “pokemon,” “gameboy,” and “Yankees.” Doesn’t hit other kids too frequently. Can sit still for more than ten minutes) – does anyone else think that our attempts to chart learning the same way we chart widget production might be misplaced?

The Pelham guide offers a list of all the rubrics used for grading in every subject: a 4 means that you did things “with distinction” (surely not a second-grade word?) and a 1 means you “haven’t yet developed” that particular skill. They even has rubrics for art, music, and gym. In gym, to get a 4, one must be able to “demonstrate all locomoter and manipulative skills with fluidity and ease,” a definition that immediately would have put a 4 out of my grasp until about the same time as I understood the subjunctive.

A 4 or an A? Aren’t we really debating semantics here – and perhaps cushioning parents from the disappointment of seeing a C on their precious darling genius’s report card? What if we simply developed an unwieldy, badly written standards guide that correlated to letter grades? Would that make everyone happy?

Yes, of course we need standards, and we need to see our children progress, but this system? It’s as if the entire thing were devised by Nigel Tufnel, who realized that if he put an 11 on his amplifier dial, he could go “one louder” than 10. When asked if he couldn’t simply make 10 louder, he shook his head and pointed again to the dial.

“These go to eleven,” he said.

4 or A? 10 or 11?

Once again, life imitates art.
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Read full story · Comments { 2 } on March 29, 2009 in Education

Grand Gestures…

HandingMoney.jpgSo today, Jake DeSantis of AIG publicly resigned, on the Op-Ed page of today’s Times. Publishing his letter of resignation, and describing what he would do with his “post-tax retention payment” (read: bonus) was an admirable act. But it made me mad anyway.

DeSantis rightly points out that he and people like him are being made into whipping boys by government officials with a need for easy scapegoats (read: Congress, Cuomo, Blumenthal) and by their own corporate officers (read: Edward Liddy).  It’s true: the bonuses offered to AIG employees – heinously disproportionate as they may be – are tiny droplets compared to the financial tsunami that has engulfed us all.

But as we all know, when the going gets tough, the finger-pointing gets going, and DeSantis’s letter eloquently summarizes what it’s like to be on the other end of the finger-pointing – despite his assertion that he and his colleagues had nothing to do with the credit default swap transactions that unhinged AIG and the financial industry. 

I feel for the guy; I really do. It can’t be enjoyable to hear yourself – even in the abstract – be pilloried by all and sundry; to know that you have become a symbol of excess and greed, even though your life story is, if not quite rags to riches, a real “American Dream” story. 

DeSantis admits that his hard work has allowed him to profit “more than most” in the economic boom, so that his family will be insulated from loss in a way that many others will not be. I’m sure that in the boom years, he and his family gave generously to a variety of variety of charitable and cultural institutions, so that those organizations too have benefited from his economic success: the “trickle-down” in practice.

And, in fact, his generosity will continue, now that the bust is upon us, because he’s going to give away whatever is left of his “post-tax retention payment” after the government figures out what it’s going to do with/to his money.

How much is that post-tax retention payment? He is very precise: $742,006.40.

Once he gives us that amount, however, whatever sympathy I had for his predicament (and it wasn’t much) evaporates like public support for financial bailouts.

He’s right: it’s not fair that he and his blameless colleagues have become public whipping boys for the excesses and dishonesty of corporate culture. It’s not fair that those who created this crisis seem to be skating away to their coastal villas and gated communities relatively unscathed. It’s not fair that Edward Liddy approved the bonuses for AIG employees several months ago and then last week said the bonuses were “distasteful.”  Hell, for that matter, it’s not fair that Barack is drawing so much heat for not being able to fix in two months what it took the Bushies eight years to create.

But why is it fair that DeSantis can feel entitled to a bonus check that is more than I will make in six years combined, before taxes? So he works “10, 12, 14 hours a day” – but so do many, many of the people I know and not one of them makes anywhere near that amount of money – and probably never will.

I do understand that railing at these AIG bonuses is really beside the point but, as I said in an earlier post, I love a metaphor, and these bonus checks create an irresistible metaphor: about corporate greed, about a society that values materiality rather than humanity, about capitalism’s inability to regulate itself…

And of course, in seeing this metaphor, I am forced also to confront my essential petty nature: I can’t feel bad for this guy, despite respecting his decision to give away the money and admiring the guts it must have taken to go public with this letter.

Because, c’mon, wouldn’t it be nice to be able to make such a grand gesture? To say, in order to make a point, that you’re going to give away close to three-quarters of a million dollars – of your own money? Not grant money, not foundation money, not money on some budget line somewhere. Your money. Just to make a point?

Seeing as how grand gestures are a bit beyond me at the moment (and not having access to the op-ed page of the Times to air my views), I have to settle for a little blogsophere sputtering and a confession: I have a bad case of populist outrage.

I’m not sure there’s a cure.

Read full story · Comments { 0 } on March 25, 2009 in Uncategorized

Glare-disturbed

headlights.jpgI love metaphors and I hate driving at night.

These two completely unrelated facts collided the other night when I was blinded by the blue-white glare of SUV headlights in my rear-view mirror.

You know the headlights I’m talking about: they’re xenon headlights (known in the car biz as high-intensity discharge lights, or HIDs) and when they come barreling up behind you on the highway, it’s hard not to feel like Karen Silkwood about to be run into a ditch. And if a set of these gleaming lights streaks towards you from the opposite lane, you’d better hope you’re alone on your side of the road, because you’re going to be momentarily blinded by the bluish glare.

I’ve tried all the things I was taught in my driver’s ed class (back in the stone age, granted). I blink my headlights at the blindingly white oncoming lights, only to get more glare flicked back at me. If I flip my rear-view mirror so that I can’t see the lights behind me, I can’t see much else behind me either, which makes lane-switching pretty much a crapshoot – especially winding through the nonsensically skinny roads of lower Westchester.

The headlights illuminate (sorry, couldn’t resist), a social contract dilemma: the headlights make driving safer for the person behind the headlights and less safe for the person in front of the headlights.  And here’s where I veer off into the realm of the metaphoric: what are we to make of the fact that thousands and thousands of people think that their ability to see further and thus drive faster is more important than the general safety of everyone else on the road?

Of course, this metaphor, in my mind, gains further traction in the fact that these headlights aren’t cheap: they can cost up to $1000 to install (or a bargain-rate $850 on a new Mercedes). So what we’ve got (cue vox populi) is a lot of rich people zooming around blinding those of us putt-putting along in old Subarus.

But wait, you say, if these bright headlights are really unsafe, wouldn’t the government do something about that? Create headlight standards or installation regulations, or something?

Barring the fact that the government of the previous eight years didn’t do much else other than zoom around insisting that their need to get where they wanted to go trumped everything else, let’s examine how the National Highway Traffic Safety Authority (NHTSA) has handled this issue.
 
Back in 2001, NHTSA opened the subject of headlight glare for public comment; it then commissioned a report, which was published in 2003. In its summary, the report found that about 30% of respondents were “disturbed” by headlight glare. The authors of the study found that people were less bothered about headlight glare in months with increased daylight hours, and more bothered by headlight glare in darker months. An astonishing insight: when it’s dark, headlights are more bothersome than when it’s light.  Really a heckuva job, don’t you think?

Reading this report did, at least, offer me a diagnostic term for my headlight frustration, which, according to the report’s statistics, is shared by a large percentage of women 35-44. We are “glare-disturbed.”

Glare-disturbed. It sounds somehow … peri-menopausal, doesn’t it?  You know, she’s got hot flashes, dryness, and glare-disturb

Or perhaps flirtatious: She was at a bar and got all glare-disturbed by the cute man at the next table.

But in the automotive context, glare-disturbances seem not to warrant any action on the part of the NHTSA, which insists that, as yet, no accidents have been caused by these new-and-improved headlights. Another instance of a government agency deciding that the best strategy is to wait until there’s a crisis to try and fix the problem. Right? Let’s not do anything, you know, preventative, like simply mandate that headlights on SUVs be mounted lower than the rear-view mirrors of other cars, to name just one way to improve this problem?

Sorry for the rant – I guess I’m just glare-disturbed. In my xenon-induced fog, I forgot how violently Detroit reacts against any impositions of standards (seatbelts, airbags, fuel emissions, you name it).  Which may have something to do with why the auto industry execs are all walking around looking so glare-disturbed themselves, these days: the bright lights of their own extinction are bearing down on them.

Clearly I can’t rely on Detroit or the NHSTA to fix my glare-disturbances, alas, so I’ve been forced to come up with my own solution: I’m going to use my stimulus money to buy a monster truck.


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Read full story · Comments { 1 } on March 23, 2009 in Politics, tech life