Saturday, September 29, 2007

Letter to Friends

This post is a little untraditional: it's a copy of an e-mail I sent to my old Education professors to give them an update on how things have been going and my observations. Feel free to give it a read!:


I promised you an e-mail about my current teacher observations and my continuous and epic struggle of liberal arts grad verses stuck in the rural south teacher mentalities.

First of all, a couple of interesting developments as far as the hiring practices of our school. I know I spoke to you about this over the phone, but I'll revisit the demographics and conditions of the Lakeside School District here in Lake Village, Arkansas:

Lakeside was originally a segregated school while the black students were sent to Central High school and elementary on the north end of town. Lakeside was right on the lake, hence its name, in an imposing and beautiful two story brick building. Despite Brown V. Board in 1954, Lakeside was not integrated until 1972 (or 73...not completely sure).
The actual steps of integration and what precisely took place are vague from what I've learned so far, but essentially the wealthy white parents in the lower Delta area (including schools across the river) withdrew their children en-masse and enrolled them in brand new private schools popping up throughout the area with names like "Pillow Academy," "Lee Academy," "Washington School," and, my favorite just outside of Jackson Mississippi, "Rebul Academy." Educators also left, and it's in the departure that my theories come into play:

First of all you had a largely disenfranchised and under-funded staff and school district becoming incorporated with a more well funded and more well educated (in the sense of college requirements, educational backgrounds, etc) being forced to work side by side with each other. I'm assuming there was animosity as the popular science teacher at the all white school was forced to teach classes he or she didn't want so the black teacher with less experience could teach that class. As that teacher left others followed, etc, leading parents to lose faith in the whole system. Apparently there was a sidewalk outside of the high school along the lake where only upper classmen could walk, and a few fights broke out when black students, newly integrated, tried to use the sidewalk as well. The prom king and queen were both black and white, everything was split down the middle. It would be interesting (and maybe I'll pursue this) to look at the rules that were imposed in the newly integrated Lakeside School District in terms of social norms, school rules, and hiring policies.

Second was the actual execution. A few people I've spoken with say that integration happened "too fast" despite there being a 20 year gap between the court's decision and the actual act of integration. Yet this argument has merit. The schools were placed together suddenly with all grades, and I doubt the schools had the resources or manpower to deal with the inevitable clash of two different cultures and social classes coming together after being told for years that they were meant to be apart.

The resulting "white flight" from Lakeside started in a large deluge, though the school was around 50/50 black and white through the 70s, 80s, and early 90s. Most of the whites in the school are lower class in terms of income. As of the late 90s and just last year our percentage of black to white students has become increasingly inbalanced: our school is largely black now, with about a 10% Mexican population and probably 5% white students. I always joke that our football team is a reversal of the movie "Varsity Blues" because we have a white wide receiver on an all black team.

Lakeside now is in a different location than it was when the school was integrated. A new high school was built outside of town in the late 80s, and a modern elementary and middle school followed in the early 90s. Our students are bussed in from about a 30 mile radius of the school, and there are three other towns aside from Lake Village that attend our school. The latest town that was shut down was Eudora, Lakeside's biggest rival. The town is about the size of Lake Village and the state forced our schools to join together. This has resulted in a merging of two staffs and the process actually went pretty smoothly. The students at Eudora had alot less in terms of classroom discipline, so they were forced to adjust to a more structured environment, but have actually been doing rather well. Both the Upper Elementary and Middle School met their AYP for No Child Left Behind (but just barely), despite the task of acculturating a brand new set of students into an existing environment.

Most of the teaching staff at Lakeside are either young and fresh teach for America teachers or teachers seeking an early job to pay off loans. Most of the younger talent will stick around for 2 to 3 years and then move on. The rest of the staff consists of retirees from Mississippi who come across the river to Arkansas to teach for another 5 years and get a double retirement check towards the end. It's quite a juxtaposition: novice teachers full of ideals and ideas and veteran teachers with years of wisdom who are somewhat set in their ways. Rarely do I see veteran teachers at athletic events or festivals put on by our students, but also rarely do I see their kids acting inapporpriately or out of control.

So I'm part of the former group: a young, idealistic teacher from Washington State in the middle of South-eastern Arkansas. I'm the minority in my classroom. I come from a lower middle class background, where when I wanted to earn something I had the means to get a job and earn it. I was instilled with the ideals and motivation that in order to advance in life I needed to work hard, save up, and the rewards would come in the end (the classic American "pull yourselves up by the bootstraps" mentality). My students have it differently. Take, for example, one of my female students who had a baby when she was just 14, a freshman in high school. She's spent most of her life moving around with her mother around southeast Arkansas. The baby's husband is currently in jail, and has missed the child's first steps, and first words. I look into this student's eyes and realize there is a maturity there that goes beyond my own: I'm not a parent, I could never know that feeling, and yet here she is in my classroom yelling out and talking back. The places my kids come from are impossible for me to understand sometimes. My kids don't see the rewards or work. They have parents who have worked hard, or who never worked but just "got by." Realize that the standards for "getting by" down here are pretty dismal. Beat up trailer houses, old shot-gun shacks with an air-conditioner unit towards the back on streets named "Confederate" and "Lee." For the lower classes, if mom or dad has a job it's at the local fast food restaurant (there are 7 in a town of 2800...granted..we're on a major highway) or working for the school in some capacity. The town's biggest employers are the school district, the local hospital, and the cat fish farms. Some parents still hold on to vistages of the old share-cropping systems, renting land from wealthy white "farmers" who actually own around 10 acres and lease the rest of the land to black tenant, apparently charging a high premium for land use. (This hasn't been looked into, but I've heard it mentioned). Again, my students do not see the value or benefits of working hard to get ahead. Instead they see the handouts given to get by.

And this is where the disconnect of a typical "American Style" education falls on deaf ears for our kids. Come to school. Work hard and you'll go to college and advance. Yet the schools they're sent to are still inferior to their white counterparts, who do pay a premium for "better' schools while they get stuck with inexperienced or uninspired teachers in under resourced communities. While suburban schools back in Washington have all sorts of opportunities for their students our school struggles.

What has been working with this demographic have been charter schools. New Orleans is a great proving ground for the current model, although some schools have already shown positive results. The KIPP school in Helena is a great example: students and parents sign a contract to agree to commit to extra school days and longer school days. The teachers are unified in their mission and work those extra hours. Learning is rigorously tracked and adjusted and the school's discipline and pride policies are huge. Classroom and school culture is everything: and it works. The students see the results of hard work leading to success. http://www.deltacollegeprep.org/

Well, this turned out to be a disjointed e-mail. I figured I'd give you some area context. As far as how I'm personally doing: I feel alot better than last year. This year I've already had two performances with my choirs, one at a local plantation that is now a historic site: http://lakeport.astate.edu/ ,and one at the local state park. My students perform and listen to me and I've learned to listen to them while keeping a firm grasp on classroom management. I haven't found the magic boundary between "firm" and "too firm" yet, but otherwise I feel good. Teach for America keeps me on my toes as far as new ways to challenge my students and new ways to think about the results I've been getting (for example, I have the tracking data to show that, based on my quiz, only 50% of my students can label beats on a series of rhythms: how do I fix that. Etc). Last year my daily struggles were getting my kids to listen and to plan out a lesson. This year my struggle is to keep myself planning and keep my kids learning: the management is there. It's a big difference.

I'll leave you with that. Hope all is well in the Whitman Bubble. Write back and let me know what you think, and feel free to share this information with your Education classes.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Upon Further Reflection

Sitting in a Starbucks

It’s a typical September evening in Arkansas. I’m sitting inside a little piece of Seattle in the heart of Arkansas: Starbucks in Little Rock. Ziggy Marley is playing in the background as I reflect and collect my thoughts mainly to pass the time until I head over to the airport to pick Jilian up. There is a really intense lightning storm going on around me at the moment, so I’m hoping her flight isn’t delayed.

I’ve made every necessary preparation for her arrival. I cleaned my room, swept my hardwood floors from the hair that Larry and Whitney’s dog, Bea, magically distributes equally around the house, washed my sheets, colmed my hair, and by a random twist of fate found an organic grocery store to buy yogurt and granola at.

Ah! Right! My week. Well, after the smooth sailing of week one I’m pleased to say that things have still been going very well. The freshness of my carpet is quickly eroding. My students have no sense of throwing away little balled pieces of paper. Instead they try to discreetly throw them at eachother and they always choose the minutes when I’m in a heated monologue about the importance of eighth notes in relation to quarter and half notes.

I’ve even done some Teach for America things this year! Shocking! I’m actually tracking student progress! Currently I’ve taught every note through the eighth note along with every rest, and I can tell you that two of my class have above an 80% mastery of those objectives. The other two classes are sitting at above a 60, so next week we’ll review and re-master some of those objectives.

The high school choir has left me impressed and sometimes spellbound. Even though we’ve barely cut our teeth into the first two songs I’m realizing that the group I’m working with this year is night and day compared to my two groups last year. Most members sing loudly and with the choir, and they sound good. I’ve been using a sight-reading program I picked up at the Rene Claussen school and every morning they start out with a sight-reading exercise: labeling SOLFEGE (do, re, mi, etc.) symbols on basic sight-reading patterns.

My big challenge this year will be the all-girls choir. They’re a very different group. They (generally) sing well together but it’s a mini soap-opera every day. As one of my more vocal girls put it, “lots of girls in here with attitude Mr. Fitz.” I have a few natural leaders in the class but they sort of vie for control during rehearsals. My main problem at the moment is getting them new music. So far we’ve been working on a “piece” for the gospel festival on the 22nd, but it’s not exactly a piece as it is a fun song. “Don’t Matter” by Akon has been incorporated into a catchy Gospel tune. Here are some of the lyrics:
“Lucipher don’t wanna see us in heaven. But it don’t matter no, cus I got Jesus.” A poetic triumph to say the least.

So if you, as my faithful readers, hear of or know of any easy two part or SA (that’s Soprano Alto) songs throw them my way. I’m building these girls up the same way as the high school choir with sight-reading exercises. Hopefully by the end of the year I will have some sight-reading and good singing choirs.

I spent the last weekend at the beach with my house-mates, Larry and Whitney, and our friends John and Katie. A few other friends of friends showed up to and resulted in a great time. I’d never been to the nice part (i.e., not hurricane ravaged or murky) of the Gulf Coast and it was a real treat. It was hot, but the beaches were a pure white sand and you could see right through the water to the bottom in all directions. It was like living in a post-card. I learned that I can’t apply sunscreen well. After the first day my stomach resembled a badly marinated roast-turkey. A friend also asked if I would spray her shoulders and apparently I’d done a bad job, she told me the next morning she couldn’t wear her dress because she had spots too. Whoops.

The biggest highlight of the whole trip was an evening we had at a local bar called the “Red Bar.” We had a two hour wait, and normally this would repel even the most intrepid seekers of culinary treats. Not us. We had come prepared with our vehicles, friends, and lots of cheap beer. As the hours drug on we made some new friends and eventually stumbled our way in to the restaurant, where our heavily accented waiter (foreign employees are very popular for these resort places. It makes sense. If I had a job in some big country somewhere I would pick and amazingly fun and beautiful spot to work) showed us our menu on a chalk board. How novel. I went with the crab cakes and then “Grease Lightning” came on and all hell broke loose. Soon everyone in the restaurant were up on their chairs dancing and doing the dance. Epic.

So these past two weeks I’ve been extremely fortunate to have cool weekends to look forward to. Last weekend I got to go to the Gulf Coast and this weekend I get to see Jilian for a couple of weeks. Once she leaves the highlights will stop until Thanksgiving, but I think I can make it.

Cheers,

-Nate
“Cancel the thing that I said I’d do. I don’t feel comfortable talking to you.” –Kings of Leon