STOP

On July 23, 2009, in Poetry, by Jovan

Imitation of
Caricatures of the hood.
Put the mic down please

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GOD DOESN’T MAKE MISTAKES

On July 22, 2009, in Personal Stories, by Jovan

I want to know God’s thoughts; the rest are details.

-A. Einstein

Once again, I find myself in a place that I did not expect. Initially, I fought against fate, seeking opportunities that were contrary to that which life has determine ought to be my lot. Rather than being open to new possibilities, opportunities, experiences, and ultimately, knowledge, I tried to return to a toxic environment out of a sense of fear and a false sense of comfort.

Today, during a meeting, I realized why I was where I was. God doesn’t make mistakes. It is as simple as that. I’m surrounded by young, dynamic, like minded individuals. Their energy and excitement fuels my own and I look forward to going to work every morning. I can create my own content, curriculum, and teach what I want, how I want.

I’m nervous, excited, and full of ambition. I think I am going to like this place.

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Steel Sharpens Steel

On July 7, 2009, in Lessons, Personal Stories, by Jovan

steel sharpens steel
As steel sharpens steel, so one man sharpens another

I’ve been teaching middle grades mathematics for four years and one of the greatest and longest lasting lessons I’ve learned is to rely on the collective knowledge of others to make me a better teacher. Arguing, disagreeing, and bitterly coming to a consensus (or not) with my colleagues has resulted in the creation of some of the most engaging, innovative, and hands on lessons of my career.

I began my teaching career, like many of us, in isolation. I planned alone, assessed alone, and the only people to ever see the results of my work were my students and administrators. As long as I got passing scores on my annual evaluations and my students passed the requisite standardized tests I thought everything was fine. I worked like this for the entire first year of my career. However, during my second year I began working with another teacher who shared my pedagogical style. Even so, our collaboration simply amounted to informal conversations in the hall away about what the other was doing to ensure that we kept the same pace while moving through the content. We each did well separately, as did our students, but we could have all performed at a much higher level.

Collaborative planning was a new idea during my first years of teaching and it took the efforts of a young, new Principal to break my colleagues and me out of our comfort zones. She forced us to plan our lessons, assessments, and performance tasks collaboratively. What we initially perceived as an encroachment on the autonomy to use our planning time as we saw fit turned into raucous mid-day meetings where arguing over content, delivery, student practice, homework, and assessment tools resulted in better lessons than any of us could have created in isolation. We were better together than we ever were separately.

We saw gains in student achievement and interest almost immediately. We lightened our individual work load by working together. We became our own professional development. We began sharing articles, blog posts, and other tangible resources in the building. As our individual knowledge base grew, so too, did the knowledge of the group. Many of us have left that school and moved on to other opportunities in education. However, all of us from those original forced collaborative planning sessions still stay in touch; we still share what we know; we’re still helping to make one another better.

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Academic Darwinism

On July 5, 2009, in Uncategorized, by Jovan

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Let me preface this post by noting that I did not, nor do I plan, to attend an HBCU. My choice to go to state schools for my higher education was based on economics. All things being equal I probably would have attended an HBCU for either undergraduate or graduate studies.

I recently came across an article on USA Today’s website that indicated that Black students at HBCU’s (particularly males) have lower graduation rates than Black students at other schools. I went searching for the article because there is some talk around the web that the Obama administration may cut funding to HBCU’s in the upcoming fiscal year by between $73 and $85 million dollars.

If some HBCU’s are, in fact, under-performing, then why continue to fund them ? I understand that this country has a long history of federally mandated marginalization of minorities (Gays, American Indians, Black Americans, Women, etc); however, if a business is no longer a good business should the government be responsible for bailing it out ? Are some businesses so important to our well being as a country that WE should continue to fund them even if they under-perform ?

What do you think ?

There is more interesting reading here regarding the federal government’s funding of HBCU’s.

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Dumb Rappers Need Teaching

On July 4, 2009, in Music, Opinions, Pop Culture, by Jovan

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Before he dropped The Cool, I was the biggest Lupe Fiasco fan this side of the Mason Dixon. I scoured the internet for every mixtape, feature, radio rip, and freestyle. I copped the album on iTunes and at Best Buy. I believed in supporting the artists that I thought offered something different; something of some substance.

Then I saw footage of his live show. It was wack, but I still had faith. He was a new (to radio/video) artist so maybe he just needed time to get his live show together, but then he did the unthinkable. During his tribute to A Tribe Called Quest on VH1′s Hip Hop Honors he forgot the words to the tribute song. THEN he wrote this on Okayplayer.com

“I DID NOT GROW UP ON ATCQ!!!…

“The little ghetto kid from the mean streets of the West side of Chicago grew up on Spice 1, 8Ball & MJG, N.W.A and Snoop Dogg. I wasn’t a backpacker rap enthusiast! I never claimed to be. I grew up on gangsta rap! Have I listened to [Midnight Marauders] in its entirety? … no!!! … (sorry ?uest). Get off your high horses and your sacred cows. Some of ya’ll make me sick. …

“And fyi when [the Tribe tribute] was initially offered to me, I turned it down because I felt it was out of place for me to be honoring them, because while I was fully aware of their impact in hip-hop I wasn’t really aware of their music like that … but guess who wanted me to be a part of it … hmmmm … how about … Q-Tip!!!

“So now are you going to hate on [A Tribe Called Quest] because they wanted somebody who didn’t really know their music to honor them by covering some of their music? … think on that [Okayplayers].

“P.S.: I forget the words to some of my own songs on stage … hey it happens.”

As a Hip Hop fan I felt disrespected by his total lack of regard for the cotributions of ATCQ and for their fans as well his own. Needless to say, I have not purchase a Lupe album since.

Now I’m going through the same thing with Drake. I was put on to his music by a friend and was immediately drawn in by his unique wordplay and Kanye-esque flow. The the BET awards happened.

He sat down throughout his performance, performed a sexually explicit song with pre-teens dancing around him like some creepy pied piper, and THEN to add insult to injury put out one of the worst rap videos I’ve seen in a long time. I was going to buy his album. I was going to go to his shows.

Now, Drake is like Lupe to me. Worth the download, but not the price of admission.

Sigh. Dumb rappers need teaching.

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