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Discovery end date set

This is a quick update on what is happening with Noel Estevees- the 8th grade student who stabbed a classmate after school last month. Young Mr, Esteves is being held at a youth detention facility. Last month his lawyer was able to to get the state from charging him as an adult. In the article, then say that Esteves had a different, more tamed look- which can only help his case as he appears younger and more in control. Perhaps at the youth facility he is getting some mental health services to help him deal with all of this.

This is such a sad case because it does show significant failures in the system. The bullying epidemic is thrust in everyone’s face and actually does appear to be more than just something cooked up by the media. There was clearly ongoing tension that all attempts to mitigate failed. But school safety failed. What is their actual purpose? Nobody noticed that Esteves had that huge knife with him? I imagine that one of the kids are school must have seen him brandish it at one point during the day. And so did the trusted adults and teachers fail by not being available so that a student could confide what they saw? Or was it the “snitches get stitches” garbage being espoused by kids and young adults that dissuaded any potential reach or contact? Seriously, everyone thinks it’s brave to allow these things to potentially happen until it’s their friend or family member shot.

And what about the red tape that failed to get Esteves out of there? His father did the right thing- he went and said my son doesn’t feel safe here, please get him out. There are how many unscreened schools? If a kid doesn’t feel safe, he doesn’t feel safe. Let them go before they start arming themselves.

I have more to say but this is all just digression but if Tim Crump (the deceased student) was suspended- then why was he anywhere near school grounds. If I remember correctly, he was supposed to be at an alternate middle school. But clearly, he was looking for trouble. I worked at a high school that had school safety officers look each morning at photos of suspended students just in case someone who is not supposed to be on those grounds was.

And so the discovery portion of Noel Esteves case will come to an end tomorrow. And then a trial date will be set. And arguments for his case are argued, I hope people pay attention to a few of the things I thought about and put those issues on trial too.

-Chester Kent

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The Barking Dog in Room 298

[This story happened a few months ago.]

The first time that I met this little B—–, she was in fact a littler b—–; she had not grown into a full own b—–, But the roots had been planted at some other Bronx school that I couldn’t stand. She was in 3rd or 4th grade back then. The odds were against me liking her back then because i’m not a fan of the pedagogy used at the elementary level. Its a different type of coddling, and I just can’t do it. In theory, as she has aged, I probably should have like her a little more. Different school, different parts of a spectrum- new beginnings. After the day I been having, a familiar face would be nice. Surprisingly, in the class of 32 kids, I discovered that I had encountered about 13 of them over the years. We all laughed about it, and my science lesson on the different levels of the atmosphere (ozone layer, exosphere, thermosphere, stratosphere and troposphere). On a day where seemingly all the deans were absent, there was calm order. The environment was productive, and what you’d imagine at a school. We progressed through the lesson, the students laughed at my rudimentary drawings of the planet. Unity, kumbayah, and all was good,

Until a little dog decided, she wanted to play. But as this wasn’t the time for fun and games, I did what best I could to indulge her. Threw a few questions her way specifically. In fact, I tossed out several bones during my mini-lesson. But the little doggie, only started to bark louder. It was distracting to the entire community, and it became apparent that this little puppy with her cherry red lipstick…well, she obviously is in heat. And as her barking became a major problem , it occurred to me. I really can’t stand this little puppy. I want to give her more of a chance, being that she’s only in 6 or 7th grade, but the damn thing kept yipping, and. it became apparent that I might have to put the bitch down.

[Note: Explicit language might not be edited out all the way. I am also sorry that I’m speaking about a little girl in such a manner but she did, and these are my candid thoughts..]

First incident, this bitch, tried to ape me. After deciding against engaging her petulance, she began cutting me me with her eyes. She began foaming at the mouth, deciding which of my ears to Mike Tyson. Her bark became charged with ignorance, and the intent to be disobedient and deny my simple requests.. For instance, when I asked her to take a sheet of paper out, she in fact stood up defiantly, and then decided to chew on some other students paper. (Literally.) When I asked her to take a seat (as she had wandered around the classroom, in search of more people to distract with her barking) well, she purposely began to bouncing up and down as if I had offered her a treat, and when asked about her own dignity, as we ask children or our pets that obviously could not answer because they haven’t the words yet to do so- she finally decided to take snap and bite at me…

And the only way to stop a dog from biting you is to put your hand down it’s throat. Or make sure you kick the hell out of a bitch. Since I couldn’t do those things, I…..

[Part 2 will tell you what I did.]

Chester Kent, who won’t be bullied by a barking bitch.

In the next part I will detail how

No Confidence In Them (subtitled I tried.)

The job assignment was for a few days. Couldn’t really turn down the opportunity to be a real teacher, to build rapport with students, to gossip and have chit chat with colleagues in the teacher salvation panic room and just be stable but not stationary.

The job assignment was English. Not common branches. There were no assignments or notes in the system, which is not any different than how it normally is. I did my research on InsideSchools.org, and I looked at similar schools in the area. I grabbed my lesson plan template, and looked at what other teachers across the nation had posted in reference to that age group. 6th grade for a week or so. Just girls. I coached myself to it, but knew that the only way to really know, would be after the first day there.

The morning of, I donned a tie and even considered wearing a blazer, or sports coat underneath my winter coat. Sure, I’d probably be burning alive on the train, and for the quick walk that I’d have to take, but all would be well.

As the third alarm of the morning shrieked from my phone, I became anxious. The third alarm is the proximity to the door alarm. The third alarm is meant to remind me that my bag should be packed, and that everything that i need better be in their because when that fourth alarm goes off, it’s all “GOOO.” As Lady MacBeth said to to MacBeth to encourage him to do something most would consider crazy, I know that the forth alarm is screaming “Screw thy courage to the sticking place.” (Just do the damn thing, yo.) And I got ready to leave, I realized that I had been the one screwed. The school address of the one to which I would report was different, and incredibly much farther than the one that I had anticipated going to. By about an hour and fifteen minutes.

The tie was in my pocket as I hurried to the subway, and pondered how I could make this mistake. The answer…..Easily I Hadn’t. The school which I reported to had been originally been something else. But for whatever reason they had that name taken from them because of performance and another school was publicly using it. The school of “Raving Girls who DOn’t Care” thought used the name in the system still because it sounds better than the school for “Raving Girls Who Don’t Care” and because of such they were able to still recruit people to come there. The payroll secretary shrugged her shoulders when I mentioned the mix-up and address in the system. She said she’d need to get around to it, but year afterwards is “C’mon, who are you fooling?> Especially when you meet the girls.

Part 2 is coming…..

Things I’ve discovered this school year.   

Of things the things I’ve discovered this school year, nothing of it comes as a shock.  Yes, I am often astonished, but shocked?  This year, I’ve seen that to be a Principal in a NYC School, you have to remain behind the scenes.  Smile for the students, never talk to your staff directly (for fear of being anything other than a rumor) and my absolute favorite thing….to be the Head Principal in Charge well you don’t have to speak English.   It’s true.  I’ve been in professional development wondering if someone could hand me a Rosetta Stone.  This is not because the HPIC was speaking New Literacy Media jargon- no, the HPIC was just speaking Spanish, or doing her best impression of an inside joke.

Rosetta Stone close up.

Rosetta Stone close up. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Oddly, I did learn something positive.  That is and keeping in mind that this stems from the lackluster leadership is that not all assistant principals have to suck.  Obviously, Mr. Cleo at Lean-On-Me High isn’t an example of this.  Nor would her male counterpart, Mr.  Vest, be a good example.  Not to say that he is on the same level of ineptitude as Ms. Cleo; they are on different levels.  She doesn’t know anything,  and while he may or may not, he just doesn’t do much.  But he he was helpful on some occasions.  But he wouldn’t be smart enough to steal a piano.  (See the attached story at the end.)

At the Android school for Nursing that I’ve ended the school year at- there was the Principal Blink and  you’d miss him.  However, he had two more than capable Assistant Principals.  There was AP Hottie Dominatrix and AP Daniellson.  Hottie Dominatrix was effective and tough.  She was nice, but had an air about her.  She was not the one to play with, yet the one to go to whether you were a teacher or student.   I really like her.

 

Mr. Daniellson was the pedagoge whip.  He was in charge of operations.  Thus he had to schedule observations, the Response to Interventions, keep track of all the detentions, and suspensions, and still look good.  It made him uptight or rushed, but understandable because there was tons of shit for him to do.  And he kept his metrics well.   There were a few slip ups during Mock Regents week, but then again, trying to coordinate Mock Exams while keeping ongoing classes for students not taking exams well ongoing…no envy there for his job.   It’s no wonder why on Friday’s he was down the pole like a Fireman, and probably drunk by 3:45.  I like Mr. Daniellson, like Ms. Hottie Dominatrix, he did what he could

Between the two of them, they worked really, really well with each other.   There was something about the school that kept me going back.  I hope to be back there next year too. It’s such an odd contrast.  The Lean On Me School had some really good people navigating the shit storm that was administration and then there were people who clearly were there coasting by, but as long as they sucked, or didn’t know what they were doing, they fit in with administration.  In comparison,  the Android school had it coming together, and the ones who had it together looked like the staff, and the ones who didn’t know what they were doing, kept doing it, and seemed to be ok with their ignorance, and the administration just seemed lost as to how to make them understand what was going on.  Instead, they scaffolded it with extra certified aids but really they just needed to get rid of the awful lead teachers.

 

I want to keep this short, so I’ll come back to the teachers in part II.

 

-Chester Kent

And as promised.  Idiot principal of the day!

 

Talk about hitting a low note.

A former city principal pilfered a Weber grand piano from his own school, costing him his job and a $1,000 fine, the city Conflicts of Interest Board announced yesterday.

Amoye Neblett, a 17-year employee of the Department of Education, hired a private moving company to haul a piano out of its rightful home in his Bronx school and into his Brooklyn residence so he could tickle the ivories in his spare time, COIB said.

Neblett admitted to the board that he did not get permission from any of his superiors before having the instrument shipped out of the Adult Learning Center, where he was principal, in the spring of 2009.

The aspiring Liberace may have been eyeing the grand piano as far back as August 2007, when he accepted it as a donation from another teacher at the school on East Tremont Avenue.

In addition to paying the fine, Neblett resigned and returned the piano to the school in March 2010, COIB said.

In exchange, he was not tried for his actions and did not face any criminal punishment. According to public records, his salary when he left the DOE in 2010 was $70,445 a year.

Because Neblett was not convicted of a crime, he can collect his full, taxpayer-funded pension, city officials said.

Despite his written statement of admission, Neblett disputed the board’s recap of events when approached by The Post yesterday outside his brownstone in Bedford-Stuyvesant.

“That’s just ridiculous; it didn’t happen like that,” he insisted, speaking from his front door in a sleeveless undershirt. “In the position I have, in all the years of service that I’ve given to children and to the adult community, why would I steal a grand piano? It just doesn’t make sense. Anyone who knows me knows that wouldn’t be true. I don’t steal anything.”

Read more: http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/bronx/principal_hit_with_grand_theft_piano_xeUbydxBR1R6ryK5GmTDkP#ixzz1xdHNiQZP

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Un-April Fool’s Day

Returning back to the school I went to on Wednesday.  Listing classifies it as “Special Education” – My favorite….ha.  Wednesday wasn’t that horrible, so I’m going to try to give today and honest shot. Let’s see how it goes. Not really sure what to do with Special Education kids when there aren’t any notes to tell me exactly what subject or classification of special ed it is.

I know it sounds like rambling, but as long as I don’t end up having to deal with 2 of the little “Bankers” (note, my use of ‘bankers’ is a substitute for another word, I digress.)  These “bankers” were unnecessarily unruly thus I had to squash their attitudes and put them into their places in  on Wednesday.  Their places being  child to my adult, and student to my teacher, iu the whole child-adult, and student-teacher dynamic.  One banker referred to me as a rapist, and the other who threw a football at my head.

The rapist comment came as a result about me pestering her to put her cellphone away.  I could see how I was being annoying, considering I was in fact being annoying in response to being annoyed that she clearly violated school policy and my own personal policy about cellphones in school.  Her response warranted me having her thrown out of class.  I also responded in a firm, masculine and clearly not pleased tone to any of the kids who dared even  tried to spark that incident again.

The football banker.  Not even worth getting into. Or rather it would infuriate me even more than thinking about being called a rapist.

I have no issue throttling both of them today.   Let’s hope I don’t have to.

It’s a late start…8:50-3:50….Ugh.  I hope it’s not really til 3:50. Anyway, I’m going to pick out something nice to wear on this cold April morning.

-Chester Kent

Racism against Whites I

I encountered the most ignorant and quite potentially the most angry student I have ever met. In fact, the entire situation made me seriously take a pause and really examine if i had the fortitude to substitute anymore. Even worst was that well i developed anger at myself, and had to really question as to whether I want to be in the education field or actually any career that is people oriented.
Take a look at the following picture and just image where this story is going.