Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The hammer has come down, so now what?


So now what?

Last night at a special board meeting the school board announced their decision to “impose the district’s last, final, and best offer” for a large reduction in pay for all Ramona teachers.  Before officially telling us what we already knew was happening, teachers and community members were given one last chance to say what they thought and to plea for a more reasonable bargain (or any bargain at all, I guess).  I’d say at least 20 people got up to speak.  I thought all of them were well prepared.  There was lots of passion, sadness, and hurt conveyed, but all of it was respectful and heartfelt.  Even some of the school board looked concerned for the first time since I’ve started attending board meetings.  I felt very proud to be amongst such fine people, and more connected to the teachers I don’t know than ever before.  
In the end no amount of honest emotion could sway the people who have had their minds made up for months.  The new cuts are a bit complicated because they come from a number of sources (furlough days, salary, benefits, retirement, etc), but basically teachers have to take an 8% pay cut retroactive for 6 months for this year.  Then in the fall the cut moves to 9.5% plus additional monies for benefits.  Nobody ever wants to have a reduction in salary.  It’s very painful for families.  This pay cut, however, is more detrimental than most because of the retroactive stipulation.  Can you imagine how it would feel not only to have your future paychecks lowered, but then to have to go back and pay for money you’ve already spent?  It’s absolutely devastating to me and the other 250 teachers.   Our paychecks will be cut in half two times, and then we won’t get paid again for another 3 months.  
What in the world will we do to survive?  What will I do?  The amount I will lose is the equivalent to 5 months mortgage payment. It’s the entire amount I have saved up to pay my bills for the summer.  This cut means having to spend the next month frantically searching for a summer job.  This cut means no birthday parties this year, no swimming lessons or soccer.  I don’t even know how to manage traveling for my only sister’s wedding. I feel a deep pain of worry in my chest that at the moment I don’t know how to erase.
And yet...
And yet, I know that I must keep going on.  I must keep doing the best I can because too many people rely on me each day.  So what is my plan for what to do next?  Well, it’s the same it’s been all year: I’m going to live like a kindergartener one day at a time.  When Aaron asks in the morning, as he did today, “Mommy, I paint?” I’m going to scoot aside the lunch boxes, quickly sign whatever papers I have, put away the laundry until later and say, “sure, Honey, let’s paint.”  When Ethan overlooks my exhausted face and exclaims (again experienced today), “It seems like a good day for ice cream.  Let’s get some ice cream,” I’m going to say “Ok” as often as possible.   I’m going to say my prayers, eat my meals, read my books, and keep living.  And I’m going to keep teaching too--because it’s what I do.  I I couldn’t stop even if I tried.
I’m going to do whatever I can to trick my family into thinking that everything is alright.  And then maybe, if I’m convincing enough, I’ll manage to trick myself too.  


Monday, April 15, 2013

Ramona's Education Crisis

Teaching and the Crisis in Ramona
April 15, 2013

Lately, everywhere I go in the community I run into people who want to know if the teachers in Ramona are planning to go on strike soon.  I’ve decided to dedicate this blog to two decidedly Un-kindergarten topics: the teaching profession and my personal opinion about what has happened and will happen here in Ramona.  I hope that those in my community will pass along some of these ideas, thoughts, questions to their friends and will ask other teachers and parents their own opinions so that things can be resolved in Ramona schools soon.
 

What’s going in in Ramona

    Like every school in California, my district has had financial difficulties over the past 5 years or so.  These difficulties have really come to a head this year in Ramona for two significant reasons:
1) Ramona has had 10 straight years of declining enrollment.  This means that for 10 years in a row there has been less students than the year before.  As the economy has gotten harder, people simply can’t afford to live so far away from a city.  Since schools in our country are paid per student, you can see how this creates a financial disaster for declining schools.
2) About 8 years ago there was a bond measure on ballots in Ramona that if passed would allow two new schools to be built.  The bond didn’t pass but the school board and district administration went ahead and built the schools anyway.  This year Ramona has to start paying off that bill -- a whopping $34 million that has to come from somewhere.  
So as a whole bunch of teachers (me included) got laid off and/or reassigned last summer, Ramona staff was preparing for salary cuts.  Everyone knew cuts were coming, but the major parties couldn’t decide on how much.  The first people to settle were the classified workers who took pay cuts and furlough days.  Their deal also included a “me too” clause meaning that if teachers took less money, some of their salaries would be reimbursed (talk about creating animosity within staffs).  The administrators also took an initial pay cut, but then ended up being compensated with weeks of paid vacation time to lessen the blow (our Superintendent ended up getting a salary raise too--which has garnered plenty of public criticism).   So with two of the three unions settled, the pressure has been on the teachers all year long.
In the fall the union negotiators (all teachers who volunteer to work this stuff through) proposed that teachers take a 4.5% paycut. The 4.5% would come out of different things including benefits and furlough days.  The district’s numbers were much more severe.  They wanted a 8.5% cut for this year, and then a 9% for the next two years.  The total impact on teachers would be a 27% pay decrease taken in medical, furlough, pay-cuts, retirement, etc.  With the gap being so drastic a lot of negotiation was in store.  In the fall Ramona voters also failed to pass a proposition that would pay off the loan and improve school facilities (I mentioned the moldy ceiling didn’t I?), thus leaving the financial burden to fall on employees.   
So for months the teachers and the district have been meeting to work on a settlement.  Unfortunately the district, truly believing themselves financially justified, has been virtually unwilling to budge.  They also have been seemingly unwilling to pursue other financial options.  Supposedly when some teachers presented a win-win retirement settlement one board member responded “hell no” to the question of whether or not they’d consider it.  
Thus, with all attempts to negotiate proven futile the board and the union had to present their case to a three party in what is called “fact finding.”  The fact finder’s report is public record so I don’t need to expand on it too much.  Last week the report and recommendations were given to the two parties.  There is nothing binding in the report, only suggestions.  In a nutshell, the fact finder recommended that teachers take about a 5% cut and that all negotiations for other years not be part of the settlement since the state has not yet released the budget for next year or specified how much money will be given from Prop 30 being passed.  Aside from a couple of minor things (like not accepting medical retroactive pay that would decimate paychecks), the teachers basically accepted the fact finder’s report (afterall the 5% recommendation is basically what the teachers have proposed all along).    
Today the teachers union reps and the district reps met again and the district declared they would not accept the report.  In fact the last two times the two sides have met the district’s proposals have been even higher than their fall figures!!!  This means the district can now impose whatever paycut they deem necessary.  This means the teachers may be forced to either lose a third of their salary or entertain a strike (which is all of their salary).  It’s an awful situation for everyone involved, one that makes me nauseous just thinking about it.
From my perspective, I think I could endure whatever financial hardships are imposed if I knew that the community and parents were on my side.  One of the worst things that has happened this year is the poisoning of public opinions, making out teachers to be selfish and unrelenting.  The Superintendent has sent home letters to every single family, has put in ads in papers looking for subs in case of strikes, as shown up at gatherings such as back-to-school night to push teacher salary cuts, has turned the district website into his own political forum and has written letters to the paper almost every single month to explain his views.  It’s a really bad feeling to know that I work so hard every single day, really truly trying my hardest to provide a good education for all my students, and then to think that parents are dissatisfied.  It’s been a truly awkward and unsettling year.  
So what happens now?  I don’t know.  I expect that tomorrow night the board will announce their refusal to accept their fact finder's report and will lay out some ridiculous salary imposition that unfairly puts the district’s problems on the teachers themselves.  And then what?  I don’t know?  The teachers accept our fate and start looking for additional employment (I’m looking for summer work already) or chose to strike and put our families and homes at risk.  It’s an awful situation and I can only pray that somehow all 250 teachers and their families will survive.  I hope that parents will support us and will make their support known.  And above all I hope that the kids, my own darling Kindergartener included, will not be imposed up and will come out of this unscathed.  


What it’s like to be a Teacher
When I became a certified teacher a decade ago some of my professors cautioned that we new teachers are entering an entirely different career than all those who came before us.  Not only has the rigor and expectations of education changed drastically, but the public opinion of teachers has decreased significantly as well.  Whereas once teaching was considered a noble calling, Americans now have very low opinions of educators.  In fairness, it’s not just teachers that Americans doubt.  It’s been several generations since American children were raised to respect their elders; now we are taught to get a second opinion on any medical advice, to seek legal council on any personal wrong, and to question and even doubt anything that might be delivered in a classroom.  We live in a critical, cynical society and many public professions feel the effects of those sentiments all the time.
Ironically, as the public opinion of teachers has decreased, the workload has significantly increased.  Every single year my classroom has gotten more and more filled with students.  This year I have 39 6th graders at a time--packed together in a trailer.  Sometimes having so many students doesn’t matter so much.  For instance, when we’re outside playing, 39 isn’t so different than 29.  But when it comes to doing things kids don’t want to do (like the majority of school assignments, for instance) big classes become very difficult.  Having a third more students in a class means a third more meetings, a third more grading, a third more emails, a third more discipline problems, you get the idea.  
Other factors contribute to teacher workload.  For instance, in the wake of the Pennsylvania shootings last year, schools are really tightening up security measures and teacher trainers.  Did  you know teachers are actually being trained in how to tell parents if their child has died at school, and how to deal with the press in an emergency, and how to explain to our families that in the case of a crisis our role is to prioritize our students over our children?  Did you know that teachers have to clean their own classrooms now (you don’t even want to know about the mold that drips from my ceiling whenever it rains)?  Did you know that teachers are required to answer any email they receive from a parent no matter how tedious or insulting it might be?
Being is a teacher is so much more difficult now than ever before, and yet most of us still would rather be at our job than most others. We love the variety of our days, the impact we can make, the conversations we have each day.  And of course we love that we get to work with creative, funny, smart kids for a living.   So here in Ramona we teachers don’t want the public to think that our jobs are horrible or that we deserve to be paid more than others.  But we also don’t want people to think us undeserving.  
All year long in the Ramona Sentinel people have been complaining about how little teachers work.  I think this is a big misconception.  Sure we are not at school during holidays and the summer weeks, but it is totally inaccurate to say that we don’t work the equivalent of a 12 month, full-time job.  Our hours are just spread out differently than the normal 9-5 job.  I did some basic calculations on my own this week and discovered this: in the average year I don’t get paid for about 704 hours that I work for my class.  These hours are made up of things like responding to emails, grading papers, fundraising, lesson planning, parent meetings, etc.  There are teachers who work much longer days than I do, and some that may not work quite as much, but I think you can see that 700 hours divided by the 12 weeks I don’t have students in the classroom still works out to just as much hours as any salary employee in my salary range.  And we aren’t even going to discuss the out-of-pocket monies teachers spend in their classrooms (I’m up near $900 this year).  All in all, while I don’t think it’s right for teachers to assume that their jobs are worse than anyone else’s, it’s also not fair for people to accus





Sunday, April 7, 2013

Traditions


Traditions
April 7, 2013

Today is the first Sunday in April which means that millions of Mormons around the world are watching church on TV in what we call General Conference.  Conference weekend involves different traditions for lots of people.  When I lived in Utah, for instance, it was customary for families to hold really big dinners on Saturday nights during Conference weekend.  If your family or friends wanted to go out to eat you’d have to get reservations weeks in advanced because the restaurants were all very full.  Here in Ramona I have several friends who get together the Friday before Conference and make homemade cinnamon rolls for their families to eat while watching our church leaders.  For my family, the only Conference tradition we have happens at the very end, during the last hours of the Sunday sessions, when we are always invited to watch and visit with some of our friends.  After the talks are over we have a meal together.  There are always the same three families, and often other visitors too, and the food is always exactly the same.  It’s funny how we come to really count on that particular meal.  There is nothing extra special about the food (although it is yummy, don’t get me wrong), but the real treat is how comforting it is to sit with the same people twice a year and have the same meal and always enjoy the same feelings of peace.  
Later on this week another tradition takes place: Opening Day at the Padres.  I’ve already expressed my eagerness for baseball season last week, so I won’t go into this much, except to say that going to the first home game of the season is especially fun.  First of all, it’s always sold-out which means there are lots of enthusiastic fans.  Second of all, it’s always a day game, which feels a little bit more “pure” to me.  Finally, it’s always a give-away night, so that those of us who attend can sport our new caps or shirts all season long.  When we see another person wearing the same thing throughout the summer, there’s inevitably a little nod, a brief smile and an unspoken conversation between strangers that says, “we were both there.”  
Hopefully, the tradition of going to the Padres Home Opener will continue through the years with another generation of baseball fans being raised in my home.  In the case of our General Conference dinner, however, this tradition is at its end.  This month our friends will move away to another state.  I’m sad about their departure of course, but I’m old enough now to realize that good traditions really don’t need to last forever.  I can look back on my childhood and see that many things that were done over consecutive years eventually came to a natural end, and that those endings weren’t even too tearful.  That’s one of the great things about traditions: they don’t have to last forever for them to have an impact.
One of my favorite family traditions from my childhood started when my parents were in college.  Back then my parents and my dad’s siblings were too poor to buy Christmas presents for everyone.  So they started a Christmas draw that had a yearly theme.  The tradition lasted as those college kids started their own families, and all the way until their progeny started college themselves.  I can tell you that for me and my sister and my cousins this family tradition was so much fun and extremely valuable in building relationships with each other.  But after 40 years of thinking of different themes the task eventually became more tiresome than enjoyable and so the tradition ended, without tears and with the hope for new traditions in the future.  
When I look at the traditions left in place in my life now (Santa showing up on a motorcycle on Christmas Eve, hosting a February party just for the heck of it, Easter hunts with 100s of eggs, Sunday afternoon “surprise me” meals, “mommy movies” once a week in bed) I know that they won’t last forever, but I also know that research shows making and keeping traditions is a big part of family unity and personal joy.  So I’m determined to savor these times and to look forward to the next tradition slated on our calendar.  I’m also dedicated to supporting other people’s traditions (like my high school friend who I see every year at an annual cookie decorating party) because I really believe that they are an important part of life.  And hey, if anyone is looking to start a new tradition involving two pretty cute little boys and their parents, then let me know, we’ll be there.  

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

How Baseball Helps Me to Live like a Kindergartner


Play Ball

This week baseball season begins, filling up a 6 month void in entertainment for me.  I know there are lots of things about professional baseball that are irritating at best and despicable at worst, but I can’t help it: I really, truly love baseball season.  I could go on and on about what makes baseball so great (in fact I have before, since I did my college thesis on why baseball fits in so well with American literature), but for today I’m focusing on how watching baseball helps me to live like a kindergartner.
For starters, baseball is the ultimate social sport, thus helping me to “make friends with everyone.” When you watch a game either at home or at a stadium it’s expected that regular conversation will take place throughout the game.  Although there will be moments of high excitement during a home run, a stolen base, a double-play, etc. most of the game is fairly laid back.  You don’t ever hear someone say, “shush, I’m watching the game.”  Even the most intense fans will watch the sport with a friend and will make plenty of comments throughout. And watching a game with those friends really does strengthen relationships.  I have so many fond memories of going to Padres games with my friends, my spouse, my kids, and especially with my mom who loves the Padres as much as I do.     
Baseball is also a way to prove that “learning is fun.”  One of the most appealing aspects of the sport is how simple or how complex it can get.  On the one hand, baseball is simply a on-going battle between two people: the pitcher and the batter.  Every pitch is a move in that battle and every pitch has a winner.  It’s so easy to understand and admire that even my two-year-old can cheer when a ball is well hit or when an opponent strikes out.  On the other hand, the statistics and probability behind each pitch and each hit can get so complicated that  every season a several hundred page book is published filled with statistics for the announcers to share.  I’m not usually much of a numbers person, but it is truly fascinating how there is a stat for every single thing.  Even if you watch hundreds of game in a season, you’ll still be learning new things each time.  
Finally, baseball is a great way to practice “when things go bad have a little cry and start new the next day.”  In major league baseball most teams win about 50% of their games.  The worst teams win more like 40% and the best teams will get in the 60% range, but basically every team every game as an equal chance of winning as the other team.  So even when you have a home team that isn’t so great (which unfortunately happens to us Padres fans more often than we like) there is always the chance that on any particular day your team will win.  A team might lose by 12 runs on a Tuesday and by Wednesday produce a shutout victory. It’s the ultimate lesson in hope!  Baseball also does a lot of trading in between seasons so that every year fans may say, “well, our team might actually be decent this year.”
For me there is comfort in knowing that every year the season starts again and that every day, when I watch a game, there is a hope that joy will come from a win.  So even when I feel exhausted and broke, even when my job is hard and my kids are driving me crazy, I have knowledge that somehow everything will be ok because it’s baseball season again.