The government doesn't always get it right. Often it takes the addition of a law or act to get things operation where and how they should be.
This week I took a look at 3 policies that affect they way schools, teachers and students function. I also took a small look at a Korean look, which has great similarities to the American policies I examined.
Take a look.
*excuse my dorkiness, my made up words, and my overall awkwardness. It took a Xanax to get through this assignment.
I had reached out to another one of my father's former students. She wasn't able to get back to me before I finished my video, but her words are truly moving and such a great insight to what life was like for her, so I want to share them with you here.
This is from D'Andra Simone:
For six years, I made the daily commute from the west side of Akron to the east end neighborhood of Ellet.
As an African American student being sent into a world that was overwhelmingly without educators that looked like me, there were moments when I questioned the intent of the integration initiative, as it often felt like we truly being sent into a different world. Daily, I would literally watch one side of my street make the walk to schools that were no more than 5 blocks from our homes, while I would take a bus across town to get my education.
During middle school, I saw the affect of being a bused outsider as creating an environment in which I was constantly having to "prove" that I was smart. I had to request to be placed in honors courses and I was questioned about how I'd prepared for testing, as my scores were significantly higher than the majority of my peers. I can recall a spelling bee tryout in which I was the only student of color candidate - and I won and represented the school at the regional level. Upon arriving at the auditorium for the competition, one of the organizers saw me and she went on and on and gushed with approval because more schools were participating; when I told her my name and school, she was visibly shocked and embarrassed. I would have many such moments throughout the next six years, and there were times when I became frustrated and challenged my parents about "making" me attend school in an environment where I was not always understood or sometimes, welcomed.
Three years into my education in the Ellet cluster and immediately following my freshmen year in high school, the school district made the decision to allow families to choose between sending their children to their neighborhood middle/high schools or continuing to bus them to other institutions.
This was my chance to leave behind all of the questions, perceptions, and cultural disagreements as I could now return to the high school within my own neighborhood. The great majority of my peers' families did elect to return to their true home schools clusters, and from my west side community, less than 25% remained at Ellet. I chose to return to the east end, even though my parents had agreed to let me go to my neighborhood high school. I recall being asked by a teacher why I'd make the daily trek to Ellet, when I could have easily walked 4 blocks to "my" High school (Buchtel), and replying that Ellet was my high school. I'd become involved in numerous academic and social activities, sports and organizations at Ellet, so much in fact that I was now electing to arrive to school 40 minutes earlier in order to get ahead of my busy day.
I was also fortunate in that 7 of my 9 closest peers had also remained in the Ellet cluster, which made the optional, yet important journey from one side of town to the other more fulfilling and sensible. In many ways, we got to experience two very different worlds, and both helped shape our reality and understanding of life. At Ellet I learned what it meant to be different and sometimes targeted, while also fully asserting that I too, belonged and would remain as a member of the community that didn't always understand all of its members.
As a result of being bused, I also learned what it meant to have amazing teachers that fully pushed and urged you to reach your academic potential, and in my case, not one looked like me. My greatest learning moments came from teachers that acknowledged that my world was different from theirs, while also holding me to the highest academic standards and expectations.
I overwhelmingly felt accepted, but there were also many moments where racism clearly shone through, both overtly and covertly. From being asked to produce my class schedule when I headed into an honors class on the first day of school, or "jokingly" being told that I was expected to be really good in basketball, or being asked by a classmate why my hair "looked like that" the moments of having to explain why I wouldn't accept being placed in a box were many. Many instances have become classic jokes and punch lines in my life today, and ultimately, have helped me understand implicit bias at a level that many of my peers had not experienced at such a young age.
Being bused into Ellet also helped me to understand what peer pressure SHOULD look like. To this day, the seven young women and I that had talked through the choice of staying at Ellet continue in our friendships. We rode the 7:05 bus into a different world daily, and we learned so much about each other in the process. When we began to prepare for college, the team helped each other. We informed each other about scholarships, we led student organizations together, we were on the same sports teams, and by all accounts, we grew up together. We held each other accountable academically, and ensured that there was a system of support in place throughout our high school years.
We were fortunate to take many of the same honors courses, which gave us a support structure there as well, as well as access to many wonderful faculty members. Today, all right of us are college graduates, and in fact, 5 of the eight hold advanced degrees. Ellet taught us how to integrate without losing our sense of identity, to always strive for academic excellence while challenging the process, and to NEVER let anyone treat you as an outsider. We learned how to accept both support and challenges and what it means to get up every day with a sense of purpose and direction.
Without question, we were bused in as children and we left as scholars. And while I am certain that we would have gotten many of the same exposures had we elected to attend our neighborhood schools, I don't know that my own worldview would have been as expansive.
Had it not been for my advanced placement English teacher giving me an 'f' on a paper that he told me was very soundly written, and would have been an 'a' under normal circumstance, I don't know that I would have learned to write and read through such a critical lens. He taught me how to challenge myself and the process of learning. Had it not been for his wisdom and desire to show me that I should always do more if I wanted to be more, I imagine that my journey to earning my doctorate degree would have not been as smooth and directed. Had he not allowed my peers and I to use the extra 40 minutes before class to ask the tough questions as well as enable us to feel comfortable in sharing our narratives, I don't know that I'd feel as comfortable doing so in settings where I still remain the minority. Quite frankly, my life was changed due to the desire of a teacher to see us excel and that made the journey across town all the more rewarding and impactful.
To many, busing and integration may have represented being snatched from your home and forced to function in an unknown world, but for me and many of my peers, it provided the opportunity to tell my own story, learn and grow in a setting that looked vastly different than any I'd ever known, while also enhancing my worldview. It was the integration of not only school, it was an integration of life.






