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Month: February 2008

“Archbishop sparks Sharia law row”

Thursday 7 February 2008

From the BBC:

Leading politicians have distanced themselves from the Archbishop of Canterbury’s belief that some Sharia law in the UK seems “unavoidable”.

Gordon Brown’s spokesman said the prime minister “believes that British laws should be based on British values”.

The Tories called the archbishop’s remarks “unhelpful” and the Lib Dems said all must abide by the rule of law.

Dr Rowan Williams said the UK had to “face up to the fact” some citizens do not relate to the British legal system. (Archbishop sparks Sharia law row)

I’m going to sound like a right-winger for this, but I’ll say it: it seems to me that if you have problems relating to the legal system of your country of residence, perhaps you should consider changing your country of residence; if you desire Sharia law, perhaps you should go to one of the countries where it is enforced — Iran and Saudi Arabia come to mind.

New Evening Ritual

Wednesday 6 February 2008

8:00

We start cleaning up all the toys the Girl has managed to drag out. And believe me — in the space of about 3 nanoseconds, L can pull out every single toy in every single toy basket and toy box in a given room.

8:15

Bath time. L loves the bath. She doesn’t love getting ready for the bath. She gets testy, cranky, and whiny. But before we can take a bath, we have to potty. This could be optimized, but we’ll return to this later.

8:30

Bath’s done, dressing begins. This can take anywhere from twenty seconds to five minutes. Like most things, it depends on how cooperative the Girl is. She’s able to put her arm out in anticipation of having the sleeve of her sleeper slipped on. (How’s that for alliteration?)

8:35

Bedtime, with watered down juice and some kisses.

9:00

The girl wakes up crying. She stands up, flings the bottle to the floor, and begins howling. Time for Potty II.

9:10

Having had an enormous BM, the Girl is ready for sleep. At this point, the obvious hits: “L, why don’t you do your business before the bath, when I set you on the potty chair and wait in full anticipation?”

“Because that would make your life too simple, Tata,” is the probable answer.

9:15-10:00

Intermittent crying as the Girl tries to calm herself back down and fall back asleep.

The Bard on the Wane

Monday 4 February 2008

In a study entitled “Vanishing Shakespeare,” the American Council of Trustees and Alumni found that 55 out of 70 “English departments at the U.S. News & World Report‘s top 25 national universities and top liberal arts colleges, as well as the Big Ten schools and select public universities in New York and California” don’t require English majors to take a course in Shakespeare. Instead, we’re replacing the Bard with Madonna:

Increasingly, colleges and universities envision a major in English not as a body of important writers, genres, and works that all should know, but as a hodgepodge of courses reflecting diverse interests and approaches. See Appendix B.) After redesigning the English major at the University of Pennsylvania, for example, the department’s undergraduate hairman told The Daily Pennsylvanian student newspaper that We might not agree on what we think English is, but we could all agree that our curriculum should reflect the makeup of our faculty. Such a philosophy results in course offerings being driven not by the intellectual needs of students, but often by the varied interests and agendas of the faculty. As a consequence, it is possible for students to graduate with a degree in English without thoughtful or extended study of central works and figures who have shaped our literary and cultural heritage.

It’s difficult for me to imagine not studying Shakespeare as an English major. Shortly after I graduated, the professor who taught the Shakespeare course at my small liberal arts college introduced a second Shakespeare course in which students spent a whole semester studying a single play, with the ultimate aim of performing it. It was offered every other year, with a more traditional, 12-play Shakespeare course offered on off years. I wish I’d had the opportunity to take both.

But not to study his work at all? “A degree in English without Shakespeare is like an M.D. without a course in anatomy. It is tantamount to fraud.”

“Vanishing Shakespeare“

Sunshine After the Rain

Sunday 3 February 2008

I’d just finished a tough second period. Most classes with second period are tough — it’s just that kind of class. I was a little down about how much of a disaster that period could be when I decided to walk down to the cafeteria for a cookie.

The next-door social studies teacher emerged as I was walking by and told me about an unexpected exchange he’d had with a student.

“Latonya was talking in class,” he began, “And I told her to be quiet.”

Latonya (not her real name, of course) is a bright young lady in my related arts class. I’m teaching “Self-Advocacy,” which is basically social skills. And while Latonya is a very sweet young lady when she wants to be, she has a reputation for being tough on teachers.

In fact, the first time I met her was when I was calling her down for inappropriate behavior in the hallway and she began telling me how stupid my judgment was. When she first found out that I was teacher her third quarter related arts class, she said, “No way I’m staying in that class.” But by and by, talking very occasionally in the hallway or while outside before lunch, she came to change her opinion of me, and I of her. Before long, she was asking me when she’d be in my class, saying, “Mr. S, I can’t wait to be in your class.”

Now she’s in my class, and she’s one of the few who genuinely wants to learn how to make their school days more successful. She listens; she participates; she behaves wonderfully. But it’s not an academically challenging class, and I was curious how she was doing in other, “real” classes.

It seemed I was about to find out.

“You told her to be quiet, and…?”

“And she said, ‘Okay.’ And did it.”

I stopped dead in my tracks.

Mr. W. continued: “I was so surprised that I just looked at her and said, ‘Excuse me?’ ‘Mr. S. teaches us to just say “okay” whenever a teacher asks us to do something,’ she explained.”

It’s hard to explain the odd elation I felt. Part of it was for me — “Hey, I taught someone something!” It was important to feel positive after having had such a negative lesson. Most of the elation I felt was for Latonya. For someone whose auto-pilot sends her into fits of denial and aggression when confronted by a teacher like that, she accomplished something ineffably significant in just saying, “Okay.”

When I saw her in the hall during the next break, I told her how proud I was of her.

I wish I had a picture of her expression.

I walked back down the hallway, thinking, “These are the moments that keep me going in this job…”

The Saga, Part III

Saturday 2 February 2008

Forced air heating systems are delicate. They’re designed based on the cubic area of the home, and they push out a given amount of air (measured in tons, no less) depending on the size of the home. The bigger the home, the more air needed, and the bigger the unit installed. Simple.

Zoning systems work by shutting off air to particular parts of the home via dampers installed in the ductwork.

“The two,” Mr. Accent Heating Tech told me, “are not compatible. The gas pack is forcing out enough air for the whole house, but it’s not getting delivered to the whole house, and it’s all not going into the house — some of it is doubling back to the unit, making it think it’s overheating.”

Time to call TSC again.

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This time, they poked and prodded even more. And two problems were uncovered. First, one of the dampers was broken. This was when the tech said, “Oh, crap.”

The second problem: the whole control board needed to be replaced.

“No problem,” I thought. This is all still under warranty.

Parts were ordered, and TSC called to set up a time to come back out. “The total cost will be about $480,” the TSC woman explained.

“Total cost?” I asked. “This is still under warranty.”

“Well, that’s the information I have from the owner,” replied Ms. TSC.

“Well, I’d like to talk to the owner,” replied Mr. Getting More And More Irritated.

Larry — the owner — explained to me that the part was still under warranty, but labor wasn’t included.

“Ah, that’s how you’re going to do it,” I said.

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“Excuse me?” Larry asked.

“Well, I knew you were going to get money out of me, I just didn’t know how.”

It seemed ridiculous: almost $500 of labor to replace two parts? Granted, the control board looks fairly complicated, but it should be a matter of disconnecting, reconnecting, setting, and testing. And the damper — it slides right in to a pre-cut hole. Attach the control wire and viola.

At a price of $100 an hour, that’s five hours’ work.

I was still feeling frustrated about the whole thing, and I explained to him my concerns about zoning systems in general. “How much would it cost just to pull the whole system out?” I asked.

“I’ll have to get back to you on that,” Larry replied.

“Well, do,” I said.

He never did.

However, TSC called back later to set up a time to come out and do the work, and we’ve yet to receive a bill. And the heating finally works.

So it seems Mr. Total Comfort was right. Too bad he made such a mess in the bargain…

Dumbfounded

Friday 1 February 2008

Young Lady:You teachers are so disrespectful. It’s so unfair.
gls:I’m sorry — I don’t follow.
Young Lady:You tell me to be quiet and that’s fine. But what happens if I tell you to be quiet?
gls:[Pauses in thought; wonders if he heard correctly; contemplates an adequate response.] Well, generally kids don’t tell adults to be quiet.
Young Lady:God — you don’t get it. [Storms out.]
gls:[To self.] No, you don’t get it.

So many of my students think that they’re adults’ equals, that they can talk to adults just like they talk to their peers.

Did our teachers think the same of us?