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Tuesday, May 31, 2005

The episode [of "Good Times"] that Mike Eiland is recalling earned a "Close-Up" in TV Guide. The line he is thinking of is Michael's. It was, roughly: "The test said, Cup and ___, so my friend put, "Cup and Table", because at his house they don't have any saucers between the table and the cup. -- tvparty.com

The education blog community (God forbid, there is such a thing, and I follow it slightly) has been abuzz about a question on the New York state Regents exam that requires students to know pastrami is a type of meat. If you've been wondering how a standardized test can be "culturally biased," there's how. There are probably millions of kids in New York who, no matter what their economic standing, have never eaten pastrami. It's a New York City and/or Jewish thing, no? Is a knowledge of luncheon meat really something one needs to leave high school with?

I have a stack of test prep books I got from an old tutoring employer, and I've been through this type of thing with my literacy students plenty of times, mostly with economic bias, not cultural. I now present my least favorite page from the third grade book:

Vocabulary: Choose the word that has the same meaning, or almost the same meaning, as the underlined word.
6. We need another paddle for the boat
a) oat
b) oak
c) oar
d) motor
I wasn't aware boating literacy was a big problem in the schools. My students, even those older than 3rd grade, inevitably picked "motor" becaues it seemed most likely to be part of a boat.

On the same page:
10. She wore a long gown.
a) shirt
b) dress
c) jacket
d) cape
The f*ck cares if a third grader knows what a gown is? They do tend to correctly guess (and they are guessing) that it's a dress, though sometimes they say jacket or cape.

Finally:
Choose the word that has the opposite meaning of the underlined word.
14. Put the boxes in the attic.
a) barn
b) cellar
c) kitchen
d) yard
That's right: the average LA 9-year-old has only a vague idea what an attic or cellar might be, because THEY DON'T HAVE ONE.

How to compensate for the fact that poor kids are going to have less life experience due to lack of funds? Is this type of thing less of a problem in less materialistic countries, or do German and Chilean and Chinese kids have to answer questions about yuppie hobbies, fancy clothes, and large houses? Or should schools be in charge of teaching cultural literacy, too?

It's also worth noting that some fifth-graders I tutor recently had to select the correct word to fill in the blank in a sentence...I've forgotten the sentence but the question went something like this:
1) He will do his homework __________.
a) themselves
b) hisself
c) him
d) himself
They picked "hisself," the option put there to entrap urban black kids. Now, bleeding heart liberal though I may be, I don't think we should teach or accept Ebonics or other slang in school. But imagine that not only do you say "hisself," but your mother says it, your sister says it, your grandmother and father and cousins say it, the people at church say it, the coach of your basketball team says it...everyone but your teacher and your tutor. How hard is that? Where's the love for the kid who's got to learn correct grammar (and deli meat) under those conditions?

Saturday, May 28, 2005

Last night I saw an excellent, cheap concert at...the horse track.

Yeah, LA is still weird.

The band was Ozomatli, a multiracial, mostly local group of about a dozen activists and party people playing hip-hop/Latin/Middle Eastern/funk/rock/whatnot. I have decided that if you can stand still during an Ozomatli concert, you are either unreasonably tired, clinically uptight, or legally dead.

The racetrack is in the LAX flight path, so occasionally a low-flying plane, totally muted by the band, would fly over the stage. This helped, somehow.

Next post: 900 5th graders and a mariachi band.

Friday, May 27, 2005

This joke is incredibly puerile, but I have to make it before Leno does:

Guys, it turns out that when your father said you'd go blind from messing with your penis, he was referring to Viagra.

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Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Keep It Simple, Stupid

You know you're getting older when suddenly, everything was simpler when you were a kid.

I took the SATs once; today's students take them an average of three times. So for every kid taking them once, someone's taking them five times.

I applied to, I dunno, 5 or 6 colleges. A "reach," a "safety," and a few in between. That was standard. Today, applying to upwards of 10 or a dozen is okay.

I know I didn't sit through quite as huge a barrage of standardized tests when I was in school, nor did I have a high school exit exam. Don't get me started on how square I was compared to today's overly worldly youngsters.

The point of this rambling intro is that the prom -- which, back then, I regarded as an overpriced, overrated, over-complicated exercise in pointlessness -- has gotten even more complicated. The LA Times (registration no longer required!) reports:
Like many things prom-related, inviting a date to a prom has emerged as a serious game of one-upmanship in which only the creative survive. Just as mom's station wagon gave way to the limousine and, in turn, the stretch SUV — and just as homemade frocks have been replaced by gowns fit for a Hollywood starlet on a red carpet — prom invitations have gone deluxe. In manners previously reserved for marriage proposals, teens place notes in fortune cookies, make videos, burn CDs — all to lure that special someone to dress up and dance. They plan their strategy for months, consulting friends for advice and support, enlisting aid from their teachers and classmates.

Yikes. Imagine how deep my horror would be if High School Jen was exposed to that level of prom madness.

As it is, I don't regret skipping both my junior and senior proms. I have a long, bitter list of regrets about my past, and that's not on it.
My reasoning was this:
* It's silly to get worked up about attending a date-based event with a friend, or alone (I didn't have a boyfriend during either prom season. I had guy friends I could have asked, but...why?)
* Hell no, I'm not going to wear high heels, or an outfit that shows more of my body than school clothes
* And then you need, like, a limo? And a place to go after the stupid thing? And your shoes have to match your dress has to match your flowers has to match your date's bowtie and...oh, my head.
* You're supposed to dance? In front of the idiots you go to school with, who will all be drunk? Omigod. I haven't been to any school dance since 9th grade, and I'm supposed to start again now?

So, the night of my junior prom, I hung out with a senior friend watching Carrie. Senior year, three of my friends decided I'd been right all along, that the prom was just not that big a thing, and that they wanted to ditch it. Thus, I spent the night of my senior prom at Medieval Times. I have fond memories of wearing a doofy paper crown and eating chicken with my bare hands. Plus one of the jousters was hot.

Avoiding life-event hoopla is one of my trademarks. In addition to blowing off the prom, I didn't mess with a bat mitzvah, a sweet sixteen, a graduation party for either high school or college, or a wedding reception. Therefore, maybe I'm not the best person to give this advice, but I'm going to give it anyway, to any teenager who happens to stumble here:

IT'S JUST NOT THAT BIG A DEAL. CHILL THE F'CK OUT AND ENJOY LIFE BEFORE YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH RENT, BACKACHES, AND PEOPLE ASKING YOU WHEN YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY.

Thank you.

PS, is it a regional thing that everyone else seems to call this event "prom" (no article) but I call it "the prom?"

Last night, I went to a free author event via public transit. It was almost like living in a real city.

The author was Chuck Palahniuk, best known for "Fight Club." I'd been told that his "readings" contained more twisted/funny anecdotes than reading, and that was true (and fun). However, Chuck did treat us to a reading of his infamous short story "Guts." It is famous for making people faint, vomit, and leave the room. The night before, in fact, across town at a different event, two more people fainted, bringing the grand total up to 69. I don't know if anyone took a dive last night, but I plenty of people had to sit down (myself included) and at least one person left. Now that's literature.

He also gave out prizes. Everyone who wanted one got a meat-scented air freshener (Rick won't let me put it in the car, though) and everyone who asked a question got a plastic severed arm, leg, or hand.

This sums it up pretty well, and explains why the severed arms are funny.

Monday, May 23, 2005

How typical that when I meet the mother of one of my most disruptive, mercurial students, she's a foul-tempered bully.

Dear Job Gods: less cliche, more progress, please.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Happy anniversary to the same-sex couples who got legal permission to wed in Massachusetts this time last year, and congratulations to LA's new Latino, reformed-high-school-dropout, single-parent-raised mayor.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

By the way, you may want to read the seemingly inconsequential post that got Rook into (other, better) political blogs.

A butterfly flaps its wings in Boston and it rains in Minnesota?

Monday, May 16, 2005

Three cheers for the marketing department

My foreign readers or those who don't care about TV may not be familiar with Dave Chappelle. He's a 30-ish black American comedian with a fairly amusing sketch comedy show on Comedy Central. Recently, he bailed on the upcoming third season of his show, claiming the stress of stardom had taken a toll, and went to hang out with some friends in South Africa.

Bearing in mind that the third season of "Chappelle's Show," which was to first air on Comedy Central at the end of the month, IS NOT HAPPENING in the forseeable future, enjoy this blurb for "Chappelle's show: Season 3" from Netflix.com:

And you thought the first two seasons of this hip, take-no-prisoners show couldn't be topped? Well, guess again!

No, YOU guess again!

Continuing with the wild-ass guessing:

Comedian Dave Chappelle notches up his street-smart brand of comedy in the hilarious third season of his unadulterated show, a laugh-fest from beginning to end. Chappelle's funny and brazen point of view takes center stage in these 12 outrageous episodes that run the gamut from sketches and pop-culture parodies to live music.

Even better, eager fans have already rated these non-existent discs of a non-existent show a solid five stars.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Friday, May 06, 2005

Token English major post

From Craigslist:

I am looking for help with the correcting of my student's work. I am willing to pay 7$ an hour to someone who can be available. I teach 6,7 and 8th grade English and I am overwhelmed with the amount of work. I need the person to be available atleast 2 hours a day, most mornings and evenings are fine. If you are the person I need please contact me at [soandso]@hotmail.com

1) Behold the wonder of a theoretically credentialled professional offering minimum wage for some random person to grade her students' work. No Student Left Ungraded By Out-of-Work Actors...
2) Count the errors!
* "student's" should be "students'" (unless she only has one)
* "7$" should be "$7"
* "6, 7 and 8th" is not parallel and should be "6th, 7th, and 8th." The serial comma is a matter of preference, I suppose.
* "atleast" should be obvious.
* 2 should be spelled out "two" in this context
* "2 hours a day, most mornings and evenings are fine" should have a semicolon.
* "If you are the person I need please contact me" needs a comma.

I know casual web writing is not held to the same standards as academic or professional writing, and that my grammar and syntax are far from perfect in this blog, but this is ridiculous.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

And a festive Drinko De Mayo to you, too

Sometimes, living in LA and associating with young people puts me on the cutting edge of things, and that's fun. When reggaeton started getting popular, I got to say, "Yeah, that must be the Puerto Rican dance music I heard at that party...last August!"

This week's insider info has been less fun. I've mentioned my gang-weary 9th-grade acquaintance from the library in the predominantly-black neighborhood 4 miles from my apartment. Tuesday, he informed me that he wouldn't be attending school Thursday, because Latinos would be shooting black people on Cinco de Mayo.

I told him that sounded like a rumor, and that perhaps he shouldn't worry about it. He pulled over a teenaged girl in a Catholic school uniform and asked if she'd heard this at her school.

"Yeah," she said, "My teacher announced it."

A third black youth surveyed said he'd be attending school anyway, since he had Mexican friends and wasn't worried.

"Are you going to...bring something?"

This is when I had to reassert my adulthood and reminded them that a day with violent rumors attached would be the WORST possible day to "bring something" (ie a weapon) to school. The girl agreed, saying she's sure that even at her Catholic school, they'll be doing metal detector searches that day.

Wednesday, the mother of fifth grade twins I tutor told me that even the *elementary school* had sent home a notice about this rumor, and that it advised against wearing white T-shirts (the latest otherwise innocuous item to be declared a gang symbol.)

Today, the LA Times finally picked this up with a tiny article, giving much more ink to the rich kid high school that has decided to phase out AP classes.

Finally, you know you've got a massive rumor when Snopes.com, the top source for all things urban legend, devotes a page to it. Snopes addressed an email variation of the rumor that tied in with specific LA gangs and the recent rash of freeway shootings.

Oh, yeah, have I mentioned that people of all races have been getting blown away on the freeway lately, at what seems like random? And that apparently, this is pretty normal? As the LA Times put it:

The statisticians calmly tell us that the recent rash of Southern California freeway shootings — eight, with four people dead — in the last few weeks is not far off the average, even if they're spaced closer together than usual and the circumstances are harder to explain. Though no regional numbers are available, the city of Los Angeles averages a little more than 40 freeway shootings a year, with one to four fatalities over each of the last four years. This year's 11 incidents so far in L.A., and two deaths, are close to that average.

Should we be reassured or horrified?

Monday, May 02, 2005

The LA mayoral race is boring even to me at this point, but I must share this tidbit from the campaign trail (LA Times, registration required.)

"One L.A. [an organization of religious leaders, educators and union workers]...highlighted another issue, a new one to the mayoral campaign. They said their followers are often prevented from attending church on one Sunday a year by the Los Angeles Marathon, which winds through multiple neighborhoods and closes numerous streets. Hahn [the incumbent] said he would try to get the event moved to the Monday of Presidents Day weekend."

I'm a marathoner and a heathen, so tell me, am I alone in thinking this is stupid?