An Ode To Modern Advancement
a letter into the ether, regarding public policies of privacy beyond my control. I think my last day to dither about my own personal child’s ipad dilemma is nigh. To date I have not pulled the trigger on the agreement that will give her a special LAUSD-Apple password. The privacy agreements were daunting and infuriating; there were at least seven of them, one clocking in at 250 pages? 325? I can
Blaming The Victim
Written by redqueeninla in LAUSD
There is little about this era of Education Reform that so flummoxes me as the latter day “new, improved” standing of teachers.
As the daughter of a college professor, and surrounded ever since by teachers of myriad sorts, this endeavor has always personified for me the acme of life’s greatest possibilities: to share what you know, to shepherd another across the divide between uninitiated and stuffed-up-with-understanding.
From iconic one-room school teachers like those described and embodied byLaura Ingalls Wilder on the prairie, to heroic, urban pioneers like Jaime Escalante right through to the perfectly wacky Miss Frizzle or Marian the Librarian, teaching and teachers were once infallible.
But at some point the iconic rosy apple on teacher’s desk was displaced by a corporate logo for hardware featuring that apple’s shiny surface marred by a bite (byte?) mark. Today AppleInc is aggressively supplanting teachers from their place of honor at the front of our classrooms. And there has been a
