Wonderland School Cracking Down on “Fake” Addresses

I was very surprised to read this letter by Wonderland’s new principal. Basically it says they will be hunting down parents, gestapo style, in order to purge the neighborhood school of people trying to use false addresses and birth certificates to get their child into Wonderland.

I’m just writing this for any parent doing a google search in hopes of giving you some relief. We were in the neighborhood at Wonderland for the first two years my daughter went to school there. I then went through a terrible breakup and we moved down the hill to Studio City. I didn’t want to pull my daughter out of the school, and I was entrenched in the school anyway – doing their website, helping the teachers, doing the newspaper, and eventually working there. I bent over backwards to help the school because, even though they were aware of my situation, I still felt guilty being there. I didn’t realize until later that I’d made the wrong decision; I should have sent my daughter to Carpenter, which was right down the street from where we lived and was a much better school than Wonderland.

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Moment Vanishing

by Elizabeth Spires

Now, in the quietude of evening, the dove comes.
It does not flash its feathers, does not
make a sound, but feeds on what the finches
leave behind. How little it needs.
A few hard seeds. A drop of water.

It is late summer. It is always
late summer here. The air is hot and dry.
Brown leaves lie like hands in the yard.
There is no place to turn. No place to stop.
We are hurried along, pushed farther into our lives.

Moments are vanishing all over the earth
as bombs explode, the victim is hooded,
great populations scatter on endless dust roads.
It is too much. We avert our eyes.
We wait like children for the coming of the dove.

And if I were allowed a question,
one question, of the evening dove
who asks for nothing, whose pleasure
is a few small seeds, whose heart I covet,
I would ask, O what will I become?

Really Leave No Child Behind

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I have learned in the past year that test scores are no indication of the success of a school. Sure, it bails out the administrators and perhaps lets the teachers stay employed but ultimately, it isn’t anything any parent ought to use as a reliable indicator of how successful a school is on an individual level.

My daughter’s school has off-the-charts test scores and you’d think, on paper, that it’s one of the best public elementary schools in Los Angeles. But the truth is, that is absolutely no indication of the success or failure of the school.¬† Her school gets its high test scores because of the high-achieving magnet and if the home school should happen to drop off the map it doesn’t impact the test scores overall because the magnet’s scores are so high. Therefore, there is no incentive for this school to keep up the learning at all levels. My choice? Dump the magnet system, which not only isn’t working but isn’t helping the schools that aren’t magnets. Meanwhile, Charter schools are popping up all over the city. Perhaps that is the future.

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Richard Dawkins Reviews Expelled

The best thing one can say about Expelled is that it’s generated any sort of controversy at all. The worst thing any film can be is ignored, especially one that is trying to start a war of ignorance (for the record, though, if they truly believe in intelligent design, surely they would have to then conclude that intelligence itself is at the top of the pile of happening traits, which would then mean that by thwarting intelligence, they are thwarting the will of God). Richard Dawkins who, along with a few other scientists, were conned into participating in Expelled. Dawkins has written up a review of the film:

The whole tone of the film is whiny, paranoid — pathetic really. The narrator is somebody called Ben Stein. I had not heard of him, but apparently he is well known to Americans, for it is hard to see why else he would have been chosen to front the film. He certainly can’t have been chosen for his knowledge of science, nor his powers of logical reasoning, nor his box office appeal (heavens, no), and his speaking voice is an irritating, nasal drawl, innocent of charm and of consonants. I suppose that makes it a good voice for conveying the whingeing paranoia that I referred to, so maybe that was qualification enough.

Funnily enough, Ben Stein is almost always cast as a parody of exactly the kind of person he portrays here only this time he’s playing it straight: for once, he believes the joke is not on him.

The alleged association between Darwinism and Nazism is harped on for what seems like hours, and it is quite simply an outrage. We are supposed to believe that Hitler was influenced by Darwin. Hitler was ignorant and bonkers enough for his hideous mind to have imbibed some sort of garbled misunderstanding of Darwin (along with his very ungarbled understanding of the anti-semitism of Martin Luther, and of his own never-renounced Roman Catholic religion) but it is hardly Darwin’s fault if he did. My own view, frequently expressed (for example in the The Selfish Gene and especially in the title chapter of A Devil’s Chaplain) is that there are two reasons why we need to take Darwinian natural selection seriously. Firstly, it is the most important element in the explanation for our own existence and that of all life. Secondly, natural selection is a good object lesson in how NOT to organize a society. As I have often said before, as a scientist I am a passionate Darwinian. But as a citizen and a human being, I want to construct a society which is about as un-Darwinian as we can make it. I approve of looking after the poor (very un-Darwinian). I approve of universal medical care (very un-Darwinian). It is one of the classic philosophical fallacies to derive an ‘ought’ from an ‘is’. Stein (or whoever wrote his script for him) is implying that Hitler committed that fallacy with respect to Darwinism. If we look at more recent history, the closest representatives you’ll find to Darwinian politics are uncompassionate conservatives like Margaret Thatcher, George W Bush, or Ben Stein’s own hero, Richard Nixon. Maybe all these people, along with the Social Darwinists from Herbert Spencer to John D Rockefeller, committed the is/ought fallacy and justified their unpleasant social views by invoking garbled Darwinism. Anyone who thinks that has any bearing whatsoever on the truth or falsity of Darwin’s theory of evolution is either an unreasoning fool or a cynical manipulator of unreasoning fools. I will not speculate as to which category includes Ben Stein and Mark Mathis.

How cool is Richard Dawkins? Darwin can’t catch a break. I suspect this is why there haven’t been the appropriate number of biopics about him (I’m still trying to write one) put to the big screen: he was controversial then and he’s controversial now, though I never thought this debate would not only continue (in Kansas and in homeschools across the country) but would make people passionate enough to make them actually consider creationism worthy of debate against evolution.

It is beyond irresponsible, though, to assume that Darwin had anything to do with the Nazis, except to say that if we evolved to follow a God that made it all the more easy for the Germans to worship and obey Hitler in the first place.¬† Sadly, the God folks are the ones who have some splainin’ to do where the Nazis were concerned because, as I see it, that event alone is proof that there can be no God.

The full review is here.

Daily Poem

Now that Oscar season is over I’ve been spending much of my time teaching writing to the children in my daughter’s 4th grade class. My sister has been tirelessly teaching poetry to 3rd, 4th and 5th graders for years now and she lent me her lesson plan. Either way, I subscribe to a daily poetry newsletter, The Writer’s Almanac. Today’s poem was especially pretty:

“San Antonio” by Naomi Shihab Nye

Tonight I lingered over your name,
the delicate assembly of vowels
a voice inside my head.
You were sleeping when I arrived.
I stood by your bed
and watched the sheets rise gently.
I knew what slant of light
would make you turn over.
It was then I felt
the highways slide out of my hands.
I remembered the old men
in the west side café,
dealing dominoes like magical charms.
It was then I knew,
like a woman looking backward,
I could not leave you,
or find anyone I loved more.