Thursday, November 14, 2013

This is the American Story I Believe In. This is @abubility and @Lbility


  • What happened at the Constitutional Convention?
  • How old do citizens have to be to vote in the U.S.?
  • Who vetoes bills?
  • What are two cabinet-level questions?
  • What is the Name of the National Anthem?
  • Name a writer of the Federalist Papers.
  • What is the capital of the U.S.?
  • Name the war between the North and South.
  • Who lives in the U.S. before settlers arrived?
  • Name a state that borders Mexico
  • Name three Native American tribes in the U.S.
  • Name the three branches of government.
  • Name the two major political parties in the U.S.
  • What are the first ten amendments called?
  • What is freedom of religion?
  • Who leads the executive branch?
  • What ocean is on the east coast of the U.S.?
  • How many justices are on the Supreme Court?
  • What are the primary responsibilities of the States?
  • What did Susan B. Anthony do?
  • Who was the President during the Great Depression?
Yesterday, a historic moment occurred in the United States and I imagine that the majority of individuals across the nation missed it. They may have been watching America's Top Model, checking out ESPN for basketball schedules, or waiting for their value meals at some fast-food chain. The reality is, however, that while they were being American (in whatever way that word is defined), Abu and Lossine Bility were taking the examination that can be viewed as tremendous symbol for their lives, what the United States stands for, and how democracy is understood internationally. They took the Naturalization Test given by the U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services to officially become members of our nation. They answered questions like those above. Can you?

And they passed. They are officially citizens of the United States.

As juniors at SUNY Brockport, Abu and Lossine have influenced multiple lives, including my own. I've been working with them since they were sophomores in 2008, still enrolled in advanced ESL classes, and confused by all the chaos of American society. Given their impish nature, they convinced my brother-in-law, Mike (whose coaching skills were always in question by them both), that we needed to take them to a Syracuse lacrosse game...which we did. One of the greatest events of that year.  Soon after, they convinced me to drive them to club soccer practices, to share books with them, and to, eventually, redirect my life mission through research at Syracuse University. 

I could narrate the stories they shared with me of surviving civil conflict in Liberia and the incredible strength, intelligence, and love of their mother who saw that they remained safe, studied in school, and followed the morals of their religion. I could write about the obstacles that occurred in an urban high school while they experienced deplorable conditions and had to high-five and collaborate with wonderful teachers to help them pass state examinations and earn a NYS diploma. I could describe their obsessive fascination with soccer, their total joy of everything in college, and the multiple dreams they share with me for their future. 

That, however, is not the purpose of this post. I simply want to write congratulations and to say, "I'm proud of them both."

I am a better man for knowing and learning the world with Abu and Lossine Bility. Ubuntu. They are remarkable human beings.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Going for Dapper During the First Snow Fall of the Year

At 6 a.m., the snow was falling and I was thinking about going for a run or going to a gym. I went to the gym. Upon my return, I decked myself out for the walk across campus and my late evening, graduate class. I put on an argyle sweater (one that was too snug last year), a scarf, and a chummy cap. I felt like I should sweep chimneys in my get-up, but I liked the Target-Ad look.

And, my neck was warm all day.

I had to unpack my winter coat from the closet, too, and thought about unleashing the Butters, but I wore dress shoes instead.

Throughout the day, people addressed me with their best British accents and a few remarked I looked like I was walking in NYC. I actually felt like I was auditioning as a Newsboy delivering papers in the 1920s, but whatever - we are living, breathing, performing discourses and others read their assumptions onto us simply by the attire we adorn.

My one regret? The bow-tie. I had one on, and took it off. I still can get myself used to them, even though that has been my intent all year...I want to rock the nerd all the way. It will happen, but I have to gradually work my way up to it.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

I don't know about you, but I take my teeth for granted

Truth is, I've wanted dentures ever since I told my Grannie Annie and Aunt Patty that I could tell they were sisters because they had the same smile. Aunt Patty took out her teeth and that is when I realized 99.9% of everything I knew as truth in the world was a lie....

Pudgy's Pizza. Sundays at Church. The Indian people on the back of my mom's organ. Santa Clause.

Truth is, I have horrible teeth and settled for a lifetime of dentist chairs and their shenanigans. I had two lulls in dental care, too - when I was a graduate student at U of L and when I was a student at Syracuse (although I maintained regular visits). Now, at 41, my teeth continue to decay.

I had a filling last week on a fifth molar - a wisdom tooth that never was pulled - and I thought it was a quick fix. Nope. Whatever was done is resting against a nerve causing an ear ache, headache, and mouth of ridiculous pain. Aspirin takes care of it, but when it wears off, oi vay!

So, I returned to the dentist yesterday and was told, "I was afraid of that." He did a few adjustments and then said, "Let's see if you lose your vision and you can no longer walk two days from now."

Great advice.

I'm hoping the adjustment works, otherwise he must make the decision of removing the tooth or conducting another root canal. Boy, the proposition of either thrills me to death.

At least my vein issues in the legs have temporarily subsided.

It's just a matter of time, however, before I have a smile just like my Grannie Annie's (and her sister).

Monday, November 11, 2013

And for the fortunate, the question arises, "How will we react?"

We are past the one-year anniversary of Hurricane Sandy and the snow storm that followed. We are several years from Katrina and post-recovery of the devastation that tsunamis created a few years back. In a month, we will also be reminded of the tragedy that befell Newtown because of the madness of a lost soul and his violence unleashed on school-aged children and their teachers.

On the phone last night with a colleague I respect, and just a few days after hosting IRIS, a refugee relocation service in Connecticut, I am thinking about the efforts and actions promoted by JUHAN, the Jesuit University Humanitarian Action Network in which Fairfield University takes part. We are unable to stop devastation from occurring, but we can better prepare our responses when they do. At the academic level, we can infuse conversations about global inequities and violence in the curriculum we discuss with students. The United States remains a super force in terms of economic, medical, military, and social aide and with each and every horrific event, the responsibilities we have to the globe grow more profound. The Greeks were right - tragedy is normal. The Buddhists, too, have acknowledged, "all life is suffering." Still, like the residents of Whoville, we must find the ways to triumph and sing - it's the only solution to be had, even when an optimistic viewpoint seems ludicrous and simple.

My section of EN 11 is listed as a JUHAN course because we use Outcasts United as a touchtone text to springboard our own research interests. I encourage my students to seek solutions for the problems they explore in their research. The semester course allows little time to problem solve for immense responses needed in times of tragedy, but it highlights that the one choice we always have in face of difficulties is how we respond. The course is guided by the principals:

  • Students adhere to he core principles of humanitarian action that all possible steps should be taken to prevent or alleviate human suffering.
  • Students demonstrate a commitment to the principle of do no harm in examining the consequences of their actions on humanitarian crises.
  • Students show value for the role of mutually empowering action for all the participants.
  • Students show value for democratic principles of participation.
  • Students are attuned to the gendered implications of humanitarian action.
  • Students can communicate their sense of fulfillment and frustration when they take humanitarian action.
  • Students are able to reflect on the efficacy of their individual and collective action in a global social problem.
  • Students show willingness to view humanitarian crisis from multiple perspectives, and they are more comfortable with complexity and ambiguity.
  • Students demonstrate a commitment to address humanitarian crises regardless of where they occur. 
Once again, there are no words to bring serenity to the millions of people suffering right now, especially in southern Asia and with relatives diffused around the globe. Yet, with our everyday decisions and actions, we can respect them by working hard, resisting selfish distractions, and laboring to help out in any and all ways we can.

A dear friend used to say to me on good days, "Well, we should be thankful that nothing horrific happened to us in the immediate today." She was right. When we have happiness and inner peace, we live with tremendous fortunes. This doesn't, however, lighten the responsibilities we have to others who are suffering right now.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

And He Admits He Was Beyond Pathetic Yesterday, a Saturday

The highlight of Saturday, November 9th, is that I went for a run at around noon. That is the only measurement that I existed yesterday in any form.

Corrected.

I talked to both sisters and my mom. They touched based to let me know I have human connections.

Otherwise, yesterday was spent getting ahead for today where I plan to spend the majority of the day in my office writing in preparation of the next month.

But yesterday? Yesterday I read, planned, graded, organized, and coordinated. I did this so I could be productive and free-flowing when writing tomorrow. Depressing.

I did sweep my house (lots of Weijing hairs). I did make Tator Tots for dinner. Sad. I managed to do around 8 loads of laundry (because I only do it every once in a while). And I managed to put my clothes away.

Did I shower? Nope.

Did I have live conversations? Nope.

Did I go to a basketball game? Nope.

I had a pathetic, November Saturday in anticipation that the next few weekends will leave little opportunity for me to chill out.

On an interesting note: someone turned around in my driveway. I thought I had guests and wondered, "Hmmm, who could that be?" It was their mistake, so I went back to work.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Hmmm, 2005, John Green. You were looking for Alaska and I was...

...well, I was pushing the class of 2005 out the door and looking forward to the class of 2006 (or vice versa...that is debatable).

This summer, a series of adolescents across Connecticut ran to me with the exuberance to state, "What? You haven't read Looking for Alaska? Oh my god, oh my god oh my god! You, like, totally need to read that book. It is the best book everrrrr!"

Actually, the recommendations didn't come with such a stereotypical flare, but it did arrive with the voice of a new generation of young people. At first, I was skeptical about the suggestion. Then, one night in September, I had a long, intellectual and rewarding conversation with a high school student who convinced me, with absolute sincerity, that I needed to read the book. After this conversation, and with much admiration for her reasoning, insight, curiosity, and zest, I stated, "I will get this book and read it for you."

They say you are forever trapped at the age of the students you love to teach most. This, for me, is the period between sophomore and junior year.

Time has flown forward. The semester has taken off. Then, one day in my college English class, I must have mentioned Looking For Alaska, and asked if anyone had eve read it. One of my students heard me had her mother send her copy from home so she could lend it to me. It's been in my bag all week and, last night, I sat down and read the whole thing while sipping a few glasses of wine. I needed a break from the hectic world and it was the perfect time to explore this coming of age story.
I needed to remember the fledgling flights to everything. When young people come at me full force with recommendations, I always read with a scholarly mind. Yet, at the same time I also talk to my 15-year old self to ask, "Why is this book the one others love? What does it say about a generation?"

The kids claim it is in the spirit of Perks of Being a Wallflower, but I don't agree. I do think, however, it is a text that introduces young, inquisitive minds to some of the deeper questions about life, death, and meaning. During the first half, I kept thinking, "I don't get why this is the book." Then, during the second half, I started to see glimmers of why it resonates with young readers. I have to say, John Green twisted just enough in the end that I now want to read more of what he has written. I know that his book, The Fault In Our Stars, is highly acclaimed and many adults have told me I am a disgrace to the profession for not reading it. I am intrigued.

I will. I will. I will read more of his work. I promise.

But as for Miles "Pudge" Halter and the lessons learned from Alaska Young, I can say thumbs up (although, I am admitting here I am forever amused by Pudge's coming of age with Lara and their awkwardness of adolescence).

And I'm now intrigued by famous last words that intrigue John Green and the character in his book. I know miine won't be famous, but I wonder what I will have to say in the end (and who, if anyone, will hear them).

Friday, November 8, 2013

Chris George and Kelly Hebrink: Integrated Refugee and Immigrant Services

Earlier this semester, I wrote a small grant to align my freshman English course with research standards at the university and the Jesuit University Humanitarian Action Network's (JUHAN) guiding principals. I used my research with relocated youth as a model for writing about the world and, as we read Outcasts United by Warren St. John together, I shared with my students the ways I use text and contexts to accomplish larger writing projects. The students in the course are now writing from their own passions and, with research of their own, making a case of their findings to an audience of their choosing.

As part of the work, I invited Chris George and Kelly Hebrink of New Haven's Integrated Refugee and Immigrant Services (IRIS) to speak with the class. Both have worked extensively with relocated individuals and families and are strong advocates for the important work in Connecticut. Their international experiences, too, painted a global picture of the inequities that exist and the privileges afforded to those of us living in American society.

I couldn't have been more pleased with the workshop conducted yesterday. George and Hubrick asked my students to think about world realities and histories, to understand how the United States does the work it does, and to appreciate the complexity of working with new American populations. They shared and expressed the complex work of providing support for refugees in a new home.

The freshmen in EN 11 gained insight that most Americans don't have. Our guests offered a rare insider's knowledge of the emotion, politics, mission, and stresses of assisting new Americans in pursuit of dreams. Later this semester, we will continue the partnership with a basketball game at Webster Arena and next year, we will run the 5k race for refugees in New Haven.

This, without a doubt, is a community in action. I couldn't be more proud of the students I teach or the speakers who shared their lives with us. Sometimes...a shining moment.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Books are Weapons. Knowledge is Power @kylenebeers @bobprobst


Yesterday, at Bassick High School in Bridgeport, Connecticut, Ellen Rosoff led freshmen thinkers to view with a lens of empathy, sympathy and/or apathy as she continued her yearlong mission within an iPD model to offer students both counseling and emotional guidance as they work towards self-directed, focused, and intuitive processes. She achieved this through looking at several spoken word pieces including those of Alicia Keys, Taylor Mali, and Denise Frohman (whose poem, "Weapons", can be viewed above).  Ms. Rosoff asked students to think about the poet's perspective and whether or not they felt sympathy, empathy, or apathy towards the theme she was communicating.

A young student, Jasmine, raised her hand and said, "I get it. Books are a weapon. The poet's knowledge is her weapon."

Bingo. 

I had the fortune of seeing several classes of students come to the same conclusion, each noticing how few in the poet's address raised their hand, slightly, in an auditorium to say they had dreams, but how quickly they threw both hands high in the air (as if surrendering) when the question of prisons arose. For young people who walk through metal detectors on a daily basis to reach classrooms to learn, Frohman's poem brought forth tremendous empathy. In a mini-lesson, the kids realized they also felt sympathy for their place as students and, often as passive learners, they also responded to a need to push against apathy. They have reasons to care and schools, with teachers like Ellen Rosoff, are giving them tools in which they think, write, speak, and read in school.

Thinking about learning in creative ways
The same was true in another class hosted by Gear Up. There, 9th graders were challenged to build the tallest tower they could with the cardboard, paper, and tape that was available. The goal was to make a tower that stood on its own and didn't need to be taped to the floor. It was a task that required teamwork, ingenuity, perseverance, and creativity. As the students competed in groups, the instructors provided larger lessons to be learned: working together is best and individuals, at times, should think outside the box.

Later in the evening, I had the pleasure of listening to the wisdom of Bob Probst and Kylene Beers, literacy experts in the field, as they talked with pre-service teachers about reading informational texts, supporting reluctant and struggling readers, and flooding classrooms with opportunities for students to work on analytical skills. "A district that pushes a singular curriculum with reading materials that are irrelevant to young people," they both suggested, "is one that has to ask itself, 'is it working?'" Research suggests that a one-size-fits-all mandate for middle and high school educators fails to meet the multi-variant needs of heterogeneous, diverse classrooms.

Lynn Winslow's Developmental Reading Class
Now, I am asking (as Bob Probst helped me to realize) how do stellar educators share what they know about best practices with district leaders, members on the Board of Education, and with one another to counter the top-down management styles enforced on many urban schools during a time of economic struggle? I am hearing Lynn Winslow's remark made to her students after the SKYPE dialogue, that "Teachers have a tendency to circle around one another and shoot in." We need to, instead, celebrate our profession by sharing expertise with what works with others, especially those who have never taught in schools.

Probst worked with a metaphor of hunting and fishing when reading informational texts and insinuated that Beers isn't quite pleased with the analogy just yet. It made me think about a fishing net analogy Sari Biklen's qualitative methods encouraged while conducting research - the idea of casting a large net into the world and pulling in everything one can. Then, with the bounty, to begin to make sense of it all before making a sound judgment and providing assertions. Reading and writing can be a scavenger hunt of what he said, she said, they said, and now, I say. We read (view, listen, feel, smell, taste) so that we can form opinions and understand the world around us. It isn't a hunt...but it is definitely a collecting process.

With three spoken-word YouTube examples, several paper towers, and an evening of listening to the wisdom of Kylene Beers and Bob Probst, I feel rather positive about making the following assertion: Students are MUCH more like to acquire the skills promoted by the Common Core State Standards when they are engaged and invited into the literacy processes adults use to achieve. These, of course, arrive from classrooms that transcend textbooks and provide young people real-world reading, writing, and thinking activities.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

No Shave November...I'm doing my part. You?

November is a celebration of many things: writing novels, festivities with turkeys, NCTE and NWP conferences, and now National No Shave month.

Truth be told, I've been more proficient at not taking a razor to my face than I have been in prepping for conferences, organizing Thanksgiving, and actually committing to a novel. I do, however, appreciate the addition of a hairy month because, in reference to the musical Hair,

She asks me why,
I'm just a hairy guy.
I'm hairy noon and night...
hair's that a fright.
I'm hairy high and low...
don't ask me why...
don't know.

Yep. That is a mantra for my post-forty life. I was discussing this today with my administrative assistant. "Aging sucks," I burdened her with as I entered the office today. "Hair. It grows and grows and grows and I'm tried of it." Note: I ranted as I did because before I left for work a gigantic nose hair chose to exit my nose and the pesky hairs in my ears chose to sprout overnight. "Women have these issues, too," she admitted. "We just talk about them out loud like you do."

True.

I thought that ranting was what November No Shave month was all about - celebrating our follicles and their inevitably. And that is the reason I write today. Love the hairy beast that makes you human (and thanks to Peej, Class of 2007, for prompting me to think about this). 

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The year was 1990...but then 2013 arrived...@NWPDigital_Is

Bryan, age 18 in his freshmen dorm
and I am thinking about comparison and contrasts.

Yesterday. I did an activity with freshmen writers about making lists and observations, while extrapolating meaning from what the juxtapositions provide. I did this by reflecting on my freshman year at Binghamton University and asking students to think about their first year at Fairfield.

Reality check:
  • In 1990, Saddam Hussein was the focus of the first Gulf War (equipped with live footage of SCUD missiles).
  • In 1990, students gathered in lounges to watch Beverly Hills 90210, Seinfeld, The Golden Girls, 30-Something, Cheers, and The Wonder Years.
  • In 1990, boys boxed their hairs, girls teased their bangs, overalls were the rage, and some still rolled their pants.
  • In 1990, "I've fallen and I can't get up" was the joke for everyone.
  • In 1990, the www and http were introduced as a possibility and answering machines became ubiquitous in every home (including dorms where there were still phone jacks).
  • In 1990, you stood in line for hours to register for classes.
  • In 1990, work was handwritten. Some had word processors and a few had computers.
  • In 1990, socializing meant getting together with friends to talk: texting was not even in the social imagination.
  • In 1990, we took out books to do research.
  • In 1990, Vanilla Ice's "Ice, Ice Baby" was #1 in November.
Now, it's 2013. The students pointed to government shut downs, HULU, online television, The Khardashians, cell phones, and more athletic-awareness. They argued that communication has changed and accessibility of information is everywhere and the hierarchy for knowledge (and who has privilege to it) has changed drastically. Twenty-three years, and I noted the item that floors me, immensely, is SKYPE and FaceTime. I never thought I'd see the day for video communication. We all left the class feeling odd (perhaps older) - we recognized that 23 years from now a post like this will be completely old-school and a thing of the past, perhaps like Facebook, AOL chats, and even YouTube. The one constant is change...and our (in)ability to accept it.

Monday, November 4, 2013

The Television Has Me Thinking Early: Bry's 2013 Christmas List of Needs

America's commercialism is showing its greedy head a lot earlier this year...so much so that the music and decorations began before Halloween. It's all good - I welcome the stress early, as it reminds me that I really want to avoid all stores possible this holiday and to do the majority of my shopping online.

The truth is, when I saw an Xmas commercial last night, I reminded myself that I want to buy myself new Sauconys soon. While looking online for a new pair of kicks, I thought, "Hmmm...how selfishly stubborn would it be to make a holiday wish-list at the beginning of November?" It would be absolutely selfish and that is why I post my top ten prematurely (note: even the basics I list below are not as basic as they look - I'm very particular of the kinds I want and need). This list, of course, is subject to change as I have two months to tune it.

Bry's Top-Ten Xmas Wishes, 2013

  1. I need underwear bad.
  2. I probably can use more socks.
  3. I also need v-neck undershirts.
  4. Eventually, I need a dresser (but I will take care of that).
  5. I want more indoor plants to test my green thumb.
  6. Permanence. A house? Job security? Purpose?
  7. Happiness for my parents and two sisters.
  8. A sustainable investment into the Connecticut Writing Project
  9. A dog. I miss having one around (see #6)
  10. Stupid crap. I love stupid crap. Anything to make me laugh.
It's interesting. As an adult, I can buy whatever I need so the holidays sort of lose their zest. I guess that is part of the fun - to find something one needs but they didn't realize it before. Like last year, I got a new pair of boots, what Nikki calls "Butters." I can't wait to wear them again. They make me smile. Of course, what I really really really need is more time to accomplish everything I set out to do. That, however, is unlikely. so the first three will suffice.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

The Dating Game, Post Halloween

The adventure began in Monroe, Connecticut. Pam took a selfie and wanted to post it to Match.com, but I thought it would be more fun to dress Leo up as Pam and to have three lucky bachelors complete for the heart of the singing Diva. So, Beverly, Katie, and Katelyn portrayed Bachelor #1, #2, and #3, and Leo, as Pam, asked the three eligible fellows questions about why they would be the perfect mates.

Not bad for $15 worth of Halloween gear at Targets from the 50% off rack. A couple shots of tequila and these gentlemen were ready to win the heart and affection of my twin sister.

We could have figured that the event would be rigged. Leo, as Pam, chose his wife, Bev, as Bachelor #1. So, coupled as they usually are, it looks like Pam will have to go back to the Internet.

We tried.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Far from angelic and missing CNY

Fridays are tricky days. They are the end of a week, but also a flashlight into the darkness of everything needing to be done. In Syracuse, I had the distraction of family to tease me with dinners, events, and silly evenings of complete nothingness.

That is what I missed most when I lived in Kentucky. I always said, "Family is meant for those moments in life when you simply want to be mindless and to chill out in the ways it used to be."

A pub does this, too, but there were no pubs last night.

Instead, there was planning, reading, writing, grading, and thinking about how to strategically carve through a weekend's worth of work so that Monday, I can enter the work week exhausted, but on top of my game.

Still, it would have been nicer to take a flashlight to Cynderballz's living room or watched something pointless on t.v. with my mom, or dine at a restaurant with KC in Manlius.

Instead, I let the leaves fall to the ground in Connecticut and I crafted the game plan for Saturday and Sunday - no distractions to get in my way...not even Nikki to harass and make fun off.

I bought a couple bottles of wine, but it didn't pull me from the funky exhaustion I'm feeling from the semester or the angst I see for the month ahead.

I began a new book to get my mind off of lists, but it was hard to focus. The words fluttered and I couldn't get comfortable on my furniture.

Perhaps if I sleep well, today will be a spectacular day.

Friday, November 1, 2013

Teacher Evaluations: Asked to Sit on a Panel Discussing their Pros and Cons... @writingproject @cwpfairfield

...and apprehensive in my middle-child ways, wavering on the tide of teaching in the 21st century. This is a first draft of my thinking.

Next week, I have been asked to sit on a panel of educators and professionals to discuss (debate) the new teacher evaluation system chosen for Connecticut schools. I've had minimal training of the new system and immediately upon being asked I began surveying teachers and principals. My training has not been numerical or statistical (I analyze text, scribble poetry, teach writing for communicating knowledge in multiple genres to real audiences, support creativity and become enamored over questions rather than answers). I've been an ethnographer, a story teller, a reader, a thinker, a performer, and a man who has benefited from assessments, including those that have labeled me distinguished,  proficient, and even moronic, at times. I've earned a Masters in Teaching, a Masters from the Kentucky Institute of Education and Sustainable Development, and almost finished a Masters with the Bread Loaf School of English before I left the classroom to earn a doctorate at Syracuse University. My training has mostly been with the power of written language and how to teach others to write effectively). Looking at numbers, to me, paints too partial a picture of who I have been as a learner and, now, who I am trying to be as a teacher, researcher, and promoter of K-12 writers in every school. They offer a stroke, but not all there is to the canvas I live upon.

During my teacher training, measurements arrived through portfolio assessment. Similar to what I experience now as an academic, I was a reflective practitioner. I collected materials throughout my career that showcased my knowledge as an expert and how I met benchmarks and objectives (in fact, sometime in my career, I even earned a title of a highly qualified educator). Portfolio assessment was what I experienced through my beginning years as a teacher, too. In addition, a phenomenal principal evaluated me every four years and provided stellar feedback with his thorough observations. He encouraged his teachers to take part in Critical Friends Groups where we held non-stop dialogue on ways to become better educators. Towards the end of my teaching, however (when Kentucky shifted towards Common Core State Standards and moved to more questionable assessments of student knowledge), I experienced a different type of observation from a newly hired administrator -- one that can only be compared to Dolores Umbridge from the Harry Potter series. The shift departed from conversations about my teaching and moved towards data, data, and more data (what it allegedly said about my students). Conversations about effective teaching subsided; all eggs were placed in a test basket.

Upon leaving and studying to be a trainer of teachers, I used measurements of qualitative and quantitative assessment at Syracuse University - a way to measure pre-service teachers that aligned with national and state standards in the field of literacy (in fact, it was tied to accreditation for the University to maintain its School of Education). The National Council of Teachers of English, the National Writing Project, and the International Reading Association informed the standards we upheld. In addition, New York State had its own standards and student teachers were taught methodologies to reach them, as well. These, in turn, were what we used to evaluate pre-servce teachers. They were decided upon and influenced by local, state, and national organizations. They provided the foundation for discussing practices that worked, at times needed tuning, and occasionally that failed.

This appears to be the goal for Connecticut's SEED program (System for Educator Evaluation and Development). Input (read here: angst, frustration, worry, and concern) that I hear from administrators and teachers across Connecticut has brought me to a pair of assertions:
  • Assertion one: Tying test scores from state examinations (exams still to be determined) as part of the equation for assessing teacher productivity is controversial, especially in a time where the Common Core State Standards are under fire nation-wide (George Hillock's pointed out, schools face the 'testing trap' - once examinations are known, teachers will, by default, be expected to teach to them). The lack of educator and national organization input on these standards and the inattentiveness of child and adolescent development are areas of tremendous concern.
  • Assertion two: SEED teacher assessments will place new demands on already taxed administrators who will be required to find more time in already busy schedules to carry forth observations, provide ample feedback, and fill-out paperwork necessary to bring the evaluation to its fullest capacity.
Conversations of whether or not the SEED system in Connecticut will do as it promises is premature. I can only guess. With that said, my number one worry is that they will place even more reliability on test results. Occam's Razor leads me to believe that results from the tests (as misguided as they usually are) will be used to point out what we already know. This, in turn, will further ostracize educators in schools, especially in high-needs urban districts who serve populations of youth do not score as well as those in more affluent, and better resourced, school districts. Factors beyond the classroom contribute to student achievement, yet it will be teachers who will be blamed. I can predict more innocuous and inappropriate reports of urban educators will occur (and results will be used by money-making organizations to continue their snake oil sales). 

I have spent the last week reading around the issues that surround the SEED evaluation system, drawing many reports from Connecticut's neighboring state, New York. There,  administrators, parents, and teachers are calling for the Commissioner of Education to step down. I could also post links to news coverage, studies, and even books reporting on teacher evaluations and highlight what a number of critics are warning. They're easy to find...all you need is Google or access to a research data base.

Yet, as I noted already, I'm not an assessment expert when it comes to teacher evaluation. I understand professional development, best practices in literacy instruction, and what the research says in my field of study. Most of this expertise leads to the claim that a test-crazed culture is ruining education, not helping it. How students score on assessments is typically a measurement of literacy at home, economic stability in the community, opportunities for caretakers to have work, and whether or not students receive food, shelter, love, and clothing. Tests, too, can only offer slight indications of what young people know and can do. Results informed my practice, but I used them sparingly. 

I'm also aware that the SEED system makes the promise to use data so administrators will be able to to provide professional development to enhance instruction at their schools. I would love to see this occur, as I hear teachers across Connecticut discussing a desire for more support in their classrooms. The reality at the time of this post, however, is professional development lacks in Connecticut. 

I recently reviewed Writing Instruction That Works: Proven Methods for Middle and High School Classrooms by Arthur N. Applebee and Judith Langer. They expressed concern that too little writing instruction occurs in American schools. Implementation of best practices for literacy (that have been asserted from research) is the exception, not the norm. Their book, however, highlights classrooms and schools that have achieved success, including several in the State of Kentucky and many that are supported by the National Writing Project.

Here's the rub. 

Kentucky no longer has a portfolio assessment. In addition, the federal government began limiting the funding to the National Writing Project in 2011. In Connecticut, for instance, the three sites: Storrs, CConn, and Fairfield, currently operate on a budget nearly 75% less than it was four years ago. In addition, school districts have lost major funding for professional development since the economy tanked and administrators have little means for providing support to teachers in the way the SEED system suggests. The lack of funding for professional development has the potential to be an enormous flaw with the SEED design. If our limited resources are being spent on testing so we know the skills of students and teachers as efficient or inefficient, what is to be done afterwards? Will more resources arrive to those schools who face the most obstacles? Will the State of Connecticut look to organizations like the Connecticut Writing Project to invest in teacher development and leadership? 

If so, and I want to be an optimist here, then the SEED evaluation system has much promise. For it to work, the rhetoric needs to match the action. If not, then we will witness another round of politicians, educators, and community activists chasing their tails, simply restating what we've known for a long time now: Connecticut has the largest achievement gaps in the nation. What are we going to do about it?

I rarely see any issue as black or white, good or bad, appropriate or inappropriate. Instead, I teeter-totter in the gray areas. 

Actually, that's not true. 

I prance about the tips of every crayon in the Crayola box. 

Why? 

American schools are more heterogeneous, diverse, and complicated than the tools we have to measure them. I am skeptical of the fads and trends that arrive in education. As my colleague, a stellar history teacher in Kentucky writes, "In the end, it is hard work that pays off." Teachers in the classroom need to continue working hard to educate their students and to find internal strength to tolerate another cycle of invasive practices that inhibit them from teaching the young people they work with. Sauron's eye in Mordor is wide awake. Prepare for the Orcs.