From Kansas City, KS to Kansas City, MO

Now it's time for the Kansas City, MO School District's turn to be decimated. Goodby Northeast High School, Westport High School, Southeast High School. Goodbye Central Academy, KC Middle School for the Arts, and Westport and Lincoln middle schools. Goodbye to 30 historic Kansas City schools. Goodbye to their history, their maintenance, and above all goodbye to the the billions of dollars the district spent in the 1990's to renovate ALL these schools BECAUSE THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT HELD THEN UNDER A MANDATED DESECRATION ORDER! And goodbye to all the staff members who had jobs in these schools.

When, in 1989 & 1990, we waged a public campaign against the district to save the beautiful historic Paseo High School we told the district they could NEVER maintain the infrastructure they were creating. For three years we attended EVERY Kansas City School District Board meeting and we said over and over and over (in the meetings, ar press conferences, in the KC Star): this is insane! You can't support this kind of building expenditure. You need to focus on improving education, NOT on building and renovating. We took the district twice into Federal Court trying to make them listen. We had 18 lawyers, 18 students, parents in the hundreds, and a full press of alumni who went to court with us, who held press conferences twice a week, who marched and held rallies. We gave our lives to the cause (and my 22 year teaching career in the district). But our pleas and our reasons always fell on deaf ears.

And now this news. What good does "we told you so" do to the students who have been forced to continue their education in the failing KCMO school district?

My soul burns with fierce anger over the continued revelations of the criminal negligence of this school district in my city. The people running this district for the last 40 years should be held accountable. And J.E. Dunn -- the construction company that got the most benefit from the district's unconsciousable free spending on renovation and construct? They should be forced to give every penny back!

Instead, generations of children have suffered. Generations more will continue to suffer.

Nobody could do a worse job of educating our children. The district needs to be disbanded. NOW! But will it? Of course not; these incompetent, racist, and hateful people who control the workings of the KCMO school district have too much power to be overthrown, no matter how much harm they cause to our now 100% minority district. And the decimation will continue.

My heart is sick.

Here's the news story, if you can bear to read it: KC to Close 30 Schools.

Serious Change

Tuesday night over dinner with friends, I talked about my future with the Kansas City Kansas school district. Though not tenured, I pleasantly announced I felt fairly secure that I would have a job next year, I liked my job well enough, and would be pleased to continue my employment. After all, I had just had a sterling review, was trusted to teach the subject I love best (English) in specialized courses that I was allowed to develop, and I got along pretty well with my co-workers. Next year I would earn tenure.

On Wednesday a special faculty meeting was called. The current superintendent, a nice, comfy woman and her replacement, a stylish and impressive woman who had taught in the district for many years, wanted to speak to us of "pressing and important" matters.

The entire administration of the school was sitting around looking exceedingly glum. The tension in the room was palpable. The thought ran through my head that , due to all the budget cuts in education coming to the state of Kansas, the school was going to close. But we have a strong alumni group, we are growing in enrollment instead of shrinking, and we fill a vital need to our inner-city community.

The gist of the situation was clearly and concisely explained. President Obama wants to make improvements in education. To that end, the Department of Education in DC has made a ton of money available to the school districts who have been identified as the five percent lowest functioning in each state. To accept the money one of four government endorsed plans must be enacted for each school.

Now, think about the state of Kansas. My district is the ONLY truly urban core area of the entire state. Every one of our schools is a Title One school. We are the poorest area in the state. We have the most non-English speaking students. Clearly, the schools in my district make up the lowest 5% in the state. It's a slam dunk.

My beloved historic high school has been chosen to receive the influx of government aid because we have low test scores and a dismal graduation rate. The academic academy in KC district (Sumner High School) escaped the designation, as did the high school at the furthest end of the district. The other two high schools have also been designated as "failing schools."

Because of the weather in DC we still don't have a full understanding of exactly what all this means. We do know that up to two million dollars can be awarded to each high school -- BUT only if they adopt one of the plans the government has pre-approved.

One plan, close the school, has already been rejected by the superintendent. The other three plans all call for either entire resignations by the staff of the school (and the take over of the school by a charter corporation) or resignations of close to 50% of the staff. All the administrators of the school will have to resign no matter what plan is chosen.

The final decision as to whether the district will accept the money rests entirely with the superintendent. How do you say no to $6 million when you have three our of five high schools designated as the lowest 5% in the nation? Especially when the media gets a hold of this information? How do you fire an entire staff of people? How to you fire your principals who have worked hard to make APA and bring scores up from 3% to 56% on the state assessments?

And how do you tell a staff that has worked their hearts out in these urban core schools that they have failed and the federal government wants them gone? Our superintendent did a loving and caring presentation to us. So did her replacement. They stressed over and over how much faith they had in both the school and the staff.

I worked in Kansas City MO in 1989 when the superintendent came in to the auditorium and announced to the faculty and parents that the school I had worked in for 18 years was closing. The speech, in essence, went: F*ck you, we're done and we don't give a sh*t what happens to you." This administration had to present basically the same information but in a gentle, caring, loving way. They did everything in their power to ease the blow and said continually, over and over: we care what happens to you. This really does make a difference in your attitude. It doesn't ease the situation but at least you can understand on a gut level why.

Still the hand-writing is on the wall. Big changes are coming.

Jon Stewart & Bill O'Reilly

I'm really liberal (the old 1960's hippie type liberal) and I rarely watch Jon Stewart but I do find him funny.

I do NOT on any occasion watch FOX network or The O'Reilly Factor.

But I love this entire uncut interview.

Watch it. No matter whose side you're own, you'll find this interesting. It will be 35 minutes of enlightment and enjoyment.

Entire Jon Stewart Interview

The Joy of a Good Stew

KC is cold and dreary. I'm tired and haven't been eating right because . . . well, I'm too tired when I get home from school to cook and so a dish of oatmeal or a cheese sandwich holds me until the middle of the night when I wake up starving and then eat cookies and milk. I'm going to bed at 7 p.m. and getting up at midnight because I can't hold my head up longer than after the 6 p.m. news and I'm used to only four or five hours of sleep.

Our weather is "fixin' to change" so the kids at school are unruly and unsettled. My classes this semester are a huge challenge for me -- the first time I've really run into a classroom majority of non-English speaking functional students. Combine the two and you get kids who can't read, write, or even speak much English. And they're boys. Boys who can't sit still for 60 minutes, much the 90 minute class periods we have. Every day I'm scrambling to make it through the class. I don't have any grand plan in mind either. I'm just winging it every day, trying to find something these kids can succeed in doing, will actually try to do, and need to learn to do. I have no end goal other than survive the immediate challenge facing me each period. I don't have any lesson plans more than a day ahead. This is really frustrating.

Add to that one of our SPED teachers quit January 4th and has not been replaced. All his caseload had to be distributed among the rest of our SPED staff. I picked up four new students. In looking at their schedules I found that I need to reschedule three of them because the guy who quit hadn't bothered (or cared enough) to make sure these kids had collaborative help in their algebra and science classrooms. I haven't completed the IEP I held last week and I haven't turned in a single IEP since November. We're supposed to submit then 10 days after we hold them. Not 10 working days -- 10 days. I'm now two full months out of compliance.

Then over the weekend I look in the freezer and unearth a huge package of stew meat from Sams, the big box discount store. We'd had it too long and it needed to be used up quickly. We've had it so long I won't even dare mention how long but I was pretty sure it would need to be cooked in the crockpot at least 14 hours to make it tender.

I just couldn't justify throwing out that much stew meat (over $10 of it -- that's a lot of beef chunks!) I finally asked Hubby if he would make us a pot of stew if I thawed the meat and he agreed. So last night I pulled the worn pack of beef from the freezer and by midnight it had mostly unthawed.

When I got today home, exhausted as always, our entire house was redolent of beef stew smells. Knowing I was on the edge of cracking, Hubby had spent the morning combining simple but tasty stew ingredients and seasonings and had elected to cook the whole thing on top of the stove. So the stew was ready for dishing. A small loaf of sour dough bread, buttered and heated in the oven, and huge mugs of cocoa completed the best meal I've had in ages.

Stomach comfortably filled and then a long soak in a hot tub relaxed me enough to not worry about the IEP's that the district head is coming in person to collect tomorrow (I've got a couple of them ready -- not all but a enough to hold off the angry hordes). It's amazing that a few tender carrots, potatoes, onions, and stew chunks can cause my lesson plan and weather worries to also abate. And tomorrow is Friday after all.

Death of a Dear Friend

A tradition for Hubby and me on Sunday morning is watching CBS Sunday Morning. Somehow I had missed the fact that our favorite author, Robert B. Parker, died this week. When Sunday Morning eulogized him briefly today, our household went into mourning.

Parker has been one of our most read authors during the last 30 years. Our home library contains all the Spenser novels and most of the spin-offs, too (Jesse Stone and Sunne Randall). I even loved the Spenser TV series with Robert Ulrich, though, of course, Parker himself hated the series.

I enjoyed the stories about Parker and his wife Joan -- how they lived in a duplex with her upstairs in her own private quarters and he could only visit when she invited him upstairs while she had free roam of the entire complex. He, like Spenser, did all the cooking for them both. I thought the couple (like Susan and Spenser) had worked out a wonderful relationship. I enjoyed the stories of his sons, especially the gay one whom they accepted openly and clearly admired.

Spenser, Hawk, and Susan have been an integral part of our family. When Hubby had his aneurysm, the novels he reread over and over while recuperating were the early Spensers. Several times in my life I've reread the Spenser books in chronological order. They always bring us a new sense of delight. Now that Hubby is beginning the onset of glaucoma, he asked for big print Spenser novels for Christmas this year. On our last trip to Barnes and Nobles Hubby left with three new copies of Spenser books that were duplicate copies of worn-out ones on our shelves.

Robert P. Parker brought us much happiness. We thought of him as an old and trusted friend. We will miss him greatly.

I Got Nothin'

I currently have to keep talking myself into blogging. But I can't think of anything worth blogging about.

Honestly, reading blogs recounting the movies people have seen is BORing to the max. Yeah, we saw Avatar and Invictus and Up in the Air and Sherlock Homes and The Book of Eli and some other stuff that I liked but Hubby didn't.

The weather is dull beyond boring. It snowed. Repeatedly. The snow piled up. It got very cold. School in my district was cancelled for three days. Then it started back-up. And we had fog and something called Ice Fog which caused multiple pile-ups on the interstates.

We went to the bookstore and bought reading material so we wouldn't have to be out in the fog that caused ice to form on the interstates. I'm reading the Georgette Heyer mystery novels that have been reissued from the 1930's. Hubby is re-reading Parker (the Spenser series).

We watch some TV. I like the looks of some of the new shows about to start this week. I've got my DVR programmed for Human Target tonight. I like Mark Valley a lot -- both his funny British TV series and when he was on Boston Legal. Life Unexpected is also on the program -- I dearly loved Gilmore Girls though Hubby hated every episode. And, of course, I will watch Parenthood because of Lauren Graham (from Gilmore Girls) and because the movie was so wonderful. American Idol, though -- No. So nobody really cares much what kind of old fashioned TV I'm watching -- just as nobody much cares that I'm reading books from the 1930's.

Grad school ended so I've nothing to bitch about until the summer session begins. I did earn that coveted A and I'm proud that I am still carrying a perfect A average after 24 hours.

Thursday the semester changed at school. My new classes are okay but not quite the delight of my junior / senior class. It was hard to say goodbye to the boys. My freshman class is all boys again but these are very low functioning and speak and write poorly in English. Class moves very slowly when the kids can't spell "plot" much less define it.

My Wii is set up but I'm not using it the way I should. The laundry has piled up once again and I"m slowly getting caught up over this Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday. I hate doing laundry -- well, not the laundry so much as the sorting and then putting everything away.

I had a lunch date for today with an old business friend but he cancelled and it's just as well. I had arranged with Hubby to have the car for the day but he went off in it this morning and didn't return until noon. He claims I had told him my lunch was at 1:00 but, of course, what I told him was that my date had to be back at work at 1:00. You think Hubby had ulterior motives?

Hubby has a cold. I'm trying not to catch it.

See? Honestly, I don't have much to report that's interesting enough to blog about. I'm not complaining though. It's kind of nice to have a life without drama.

Irony

We never got above five degrees today. The wind chill stayed below zero all day long. It's been cold. Very, very cold.

This evening I thought I'd pamper myself with the new bath products my sister-in-law gave as one of my Christmas gifts. She put together a wonderful box of Crabtree and Evelyn soaps and lotions. I filled the tub with steaming water which I had liberally doused with the liquid soap. After a long soak, I suds down with one of the cakes of soap. Finally after drying off, I rubbed in the lotion. I smell wonderful now and feel very relaxed.

The irony -- all the products were Summer Hill.