Friday, May 18, 2007

“Don’t go!”—the Saddleback College 2007 Commencement

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I WENT TO the Saddleback College 2007 Commencement this morning. Initial gloom gave way to sunshine and smiles. It was a pleasant event, especially for the students.


The SC football field and stand offered a beautiful setting: lots of green grass, lots of trees in the background, and lots of red— the graduates' gowns and the elliptical track.

Board President David Lang got up to quote from Chicken Soup of the Soul, one of his favorite books, evidently. He told a story about somebody named I CAN'T who gets buried. "I can't is no longer with us," he read.

The theme to Romper Room played in my head.

Then Chancellor Raghu P. Mathur got up to tell that old saw about the guy who builds his friend a yacht, but he does it on the cheap so he can pocket some dough. When he finishes the build, the friend hands him the keys to the yacht. “It is my gift to you.”


Now, what did we learn from this? Not sure. Maybe: "Do your best," 'cause otherwise you'll get stuck with a shitty yacht.

The “commencement address” was given by one Nico Melendez, the Orange County Municipal Dogcatcher. Well, no, he’s the “Western Field Director, Transportation Security Administration.” Nobody bothered to explain what that is, which was probably wise. He didn’t say anything about transportation or security. He did say that he wasn’t gonna give his prepared speech, cuz he tried it on his wife, and she said it was a snoozer. So, instead, the fellow explained what a shitty student he was (he went to Saddleback College), and how he didn’t go to a university after graduating. Instead, he joined the Navy.


The moral of the story? Some graduates, he said, will now go to a university. “Congratuations,” he said. And some won’t. “Congratulations,” he said again. “You’re just taking a different road.”

Well, at least he was brief. SC Prez Rich McCullough managed to make a joke about Director Melendez—something about asking him to take off his shoes.

Near as I could tell, the audience thought Melendez was great, 'cause he was WAY brief.

ASG Prez Rebecca Cunningham described how Saddleback College saved her from directionlessness. Even at Saddleback, she said, for the first two years, she was a lousy student. Then she took a self-esteem course, and that “changed my life.” Now, she knows that she “can do anything.”

Nevertheless, Cunningham is a decent speaker. Better than the transportation guy.


Next came Ruth McCoy, who is 80 years old and was wearing a “cap and gown” for the fourth time. I’d say she was the highlight of the commencement ceremony, what with her story about going to college (must’ve been around 1945), quitting to get married, and then returning to college in the 60s for a bachelors degree. She described her time at Saddleback, how her fellow students accepted her as a peer and had the good sense not to call her “grandma.”


Don’t ever think, she said at the end, that your education is over! It was a nice moment.


Carmen and the SC Wind Ensemble next provided a rousing version of the “Star Spangled Banner.” They were accompanied by the Concert Choir, and they sounded pretty good, too.

After presentation of the “Professors of the Year,” Academic Senate President Bob C came up and gave an effective little speech. He described an address that Bob Hope gave at a commencement many years ago. Everyone at the college expected Hope to be funny, but, instead, he was very serious. Then, at the end of his speech, the Bobster said that he wanted to give graduates one small piece of advice before they entered the big world out there. He leaned forward and said,

“Don’t go!”


Well, that was about it. Next came the reading of the names, and I was on my way. I do hope you like the photographs.







P.S.:

I arrived a few minutes late for commencement. Tonight, a friend told me that some sort of "protest" against the religious invocation (usually given at the start of the ceremony) was planned. If that occurred, I missed it.

P.P.S.:

5/22: There was indeed a protest. This is the banner that was displayed during the commencement invocation:

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Situation normal, all ducked up

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SANS WAYNE, THINGS ARE LOOKING UP!

AS YOU KNOW, facilities for the School of Humanities and Languages at IVC have long been conspicuously excrementitious (aka "way shitty"). Here at Dissent we have occasionally endeavored to reveal that shittitude, and, in so doing, we have often found it advisable to present the PHILOSOPHY ROOM (A405) in particular. Were one to construct a lowerarchy of A405ular shittitudinality, one would surely start with the floor, an expanse of linoleum more scuffed than which can hardly be conceived.


Imagine my surprise, therefore, when, on Monday, students in my philosophy classes commented on the loveliness of A405's floor!

I looked down and—zut alors!—the floor was clean! Spotless!

It even sparkled!

On behalf of my students, Fumiko's students, and I-don't-know-who-else's-dang-students, I'd like to thank the F&M crew for doing such a fine job. Don't know why they did it, but they did, and we thank them.

Vielen Danks!

DUCKED UP BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION

AT ONE POINT TODAY, Brenda alerted me to the sudden and precipitous duckification of the planter between the Library and SSC. I took my camera out there and found that, indeed, the northern planterama was totally ducked up:

I tried to get close to the peevish beasts, but they quacked & shat & threatened to fly away, so I backed off.

On the way back to my office, I espied a ruminative long-eared, short-tailed lagomorph:

He sat very still for this portrait, and for that I thank him. Viel Spass!

COMING SOON: THE HUMANITIES BUILDING!

I happened to be in the President's Conference Room in old A100 today, and I noticed all that crap they have hanging on the walls. Most of it was the usual stuff, including an architect's rendering of the "Performing Arts Center":

—Somebody must've been hopped-up on stink-weed when they rendered this, cuz it doesn't look anything like the lurid new edifice out in the field, the one they're calling the "Performing Arts Center."

But I noticed another, a much older, architectural rendering. Check it out:

—That's right. It's the long fabled HUMANITIES BUILDING. It is legendary. I had heard about it twenty years ago, when I was first hired, and, once in a while, rumors would fly that the damn thing would finally be built!

And why not? After all, H&L practically carries the whole dang college! I mean, without H&L, we could fit everything in a quonset hut!

I don't get it. Those Chem and Math clowns got a new building a decade ago. And now those Fine Arts knuckleheads are gonna get theirs. Meanwhile, the H&L crew is stuck teaching in friggin' Hooverville!

So help me out here. What does it mean that this particular painting hangs upon the Presidential Conference Room wall? Has it always hung there?

Perhaps it has no meaning at all. That, of course, would be very IVC. —CW

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Room 666

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I FIGURED OUT a long time ago that, if you think of the public as a PERSON, that person is a blithering idiot.

I guess that’s obvious. In my case, it took some figurin'.

So, naturally, the latest study to state the obvious—that high schools generally* suck—won’t affect the average American’s thinking.

I mean, if you tell a parent, “Generally, high schools suck,” you’ll get:

“Chunk, why do you hate America?”

Or: “Well, I guess that’s true for lots of high schools, but not my kid’s high school. My kid's high school is exceptional."

No, dude, probably your kid’s high school sucks, too.

From this morning’s New York Times: In Study, College-Prep Classes Left Many Unready:
Only one-quarter of high school students who take a full set of college-preparatory courses — four years of English and three each of mathematics, science and social studies — are well prepared for college, according to a new study of last year’s high school graduates released today by ACT, the Iowa testing organization.

The report analyzed approximately 1.2 million students who took the ACT college admissions test and graduated from high school last June. The study predicted whether the students had a good chance of scoring C or better in introductory college courses, based on their test scores and the success rates of past test takers.

The study concluded that only 26 percent were ready for college-level work in all four core areas, while 19 percent were not adequately prepared in any of them.

…Cynthia B. Schmeiser, president and chief operating officer of ACT’s education division, said she was stunned by the low level of accomplishment for students who had taken the core curriculum, which was recommended 24 years ago in “A Nation at Risk,” a United States Department of Education commission report that prompted widespread efforts to improve American education.

...In 1999, Clifford Adelman, then a researcher at the federal Department of Education, found that the strength of high school work was the most important factor in determining college success, even more than the socioeconomic status of a student’s family. The new report, which cites Mr. Adelman’s research, makes the case that many high school courses are not providing the necessary quality that he described.

…Kati Haycock, director of the Education Trust, another Washington-based group that advocates standard-setting, said that as she traveled around the country, she found many schools not offering challenging work. “When you look at the assignments these kids get, it is just appalling,” she said. “A course may be labeled college-preparatory English. But if the kids get more than three-paragraph-long assignments, it is unusual. Or they’ll be asked to color a poster. We say ‘How about doing analysis?’ and they look at us like we are demented.”….
*Please note the presence of this weasel word: "generally." I do believe that there exist some pretty impressive high schools out there. I personally know some truly EXCELLENT high school teachers. Saying that "Xs generally (or mostly) suck" is not the same as saying that "all Xs suck." OK? And even if I were to say that all high schools suck, that would still be consistent with saying, "there exist some truly excellent teachers in high schools."

CHAPMAN UNIVERSITY GOES FRIGGIN' NUTS:

University Diaries alerts us to this intriguing article:
Colleges offer on-campus resting places

ORANGE, Calif., May. 14 (UPI) -- College campuses, including Notre Dame and Chapman University in Orange, Calif., are offering burial plots for alumni and faculty.

Chapman opened a honeycomb structure designed to hold the cremated remains of alumni and faculty and Notre Dame announced plans to unveil a pair of limestone and brick mausoleums designed to hold full-body crypts, The Los Angeles Times reported Monday.

The Notre Dame crypts are expected to sell for as much as $11,000 apiece.
"People look back on their college years and say, 'Those were the best days of my life,'" cemetery consultant Mel Malkoff, who oversees Chapman's columbarium, told the Times. "Why not spend eternity there?"….

Music to Grade By: I'll Take You There

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FOR THE MORNINGS, Rebel Girl suggests the latest from Mavis Staples: We'll Never Turn Back, a rousing revue from the Civil Rights era that bridges then and now. It's not over, folks. Keep your eyes on the prize. Just listen to Staples' own composition, With My Own Eyes. Produced by Ry Cooder with liner notes from John Lewis (!).

Lewis says it best: "The music you are listening to right now was the soul of that revolution. It was this music that gave us hope when it seemed like all hope was gone. It was the heartbeat of this music and its steady, reassuring message that bound us together as one solid force. So when we were beaten, arrested and jailed; when we stood together on picket lines or marched through the streets of the Deep South; when we faced the guns drawn, the billy clubs and the bullwhips raised; when we were teargassed, trampled by horses, or scattered by fire hoses, it was these songs that lifted us and pushed us to a higher place."

Later on in the day, turn to Ry Cooder's My Name is Buddy. Imagine The Grapes of Wrath as told from the point of view of a banjo-playing itinerant cat. Hit the road three fellow travelers: Buddy Red Cat, Lefty Mouse, and the Reverend Tom Toad. Flanked by his usual suspects plus the Seeger brothers (Pete and Mike), Cooder continues his musical chronicle of the California experience.

Toward the evening, Rebel Girl recommends Lorraine Hunt Lieberson's final recording, Neruda Songs. With music composed by her husband, Peter Lieberson and text from Pablo Neruda, Lieberson's mezzo-soprano soars full of passion and tender desperate peace.

from Neruda:
XCII
My love, if I die and you don't —
My love, if you die and I don't —
Let's not give grief an even greater field.
No expanse greater than where we live.

Dust in the wheat, sand in the deserts,
Time, wandering water, the vague wind
Swept us on like sailing seeds.
We might not have found one another in time.

The meadow where we find ourselves,
O little infinity! We give it back.
But Love, this love has not ended:

Just as it never had a birth, it has
No death: it is like a long river,
Only changing hands, and changing lips.

A final note:

Rebel Girl still dreams of the day when she gives a party and, the stereo blasting, the Staple Singers begin to sing, "I'll Take You There"—and all her friends who still can, join her and they begin to dance.

A girl can dream, can't she?

Happy grading! —RG

Monday, May 14, 2007

"Real cop donuts": the Saddleback College Trustees Forum



SO THERE I WAS, today, at IVC. I was done with exams for the day, and that’s when I remembered the Board Forum down at Saddleback College!

I drove down there and headed straight for the Student Services Center, upper floor, the scene of many a union midday feedbaggery. The Forum was set for 3:00 p.m., and, when I entered the hall, sure enough, it was 3:00 exactly, only there wasn’t a soul in the audience. Naturally, I sat smack dab in the middle of the empty rows of chairs, next to the lonely microphone stand. Meanwhile, worried trustees and administrators mingled and yacked along the periphery.

By about 3:04, a woman appeared two rows behind me, and, soon, more folks started seating themselves. But they were mostly the usual suspects—faculty and classified leadership.

By 3:10, the audience had swelled to about 15—that only made the audience seem thinner—and that’s about when Board President Dave Lang got things rolling:

Any public comments?

Nope, said Robina. “No public either,” she almost said.

Marcia Milchiker led us in a “moment of silence,” which was kinda nice, but it was followed by Mr. Fuentes’ typically pompous introduction to the Pledge—something about “the cause of freedom around the world.”

Lang explained about the forum, how members of the community could enter into discussion, and so on. He mentioned that the board had held a forum not long ago at Irvine Valley College, and that had been pretty successful. (Only the usual suspects showed for that one, too.)

So, with a daffy smile, Dave opened up the floor to questions and comments.

Silence. Horrible silence.

“Adjourned!”, someone shouted. Yuk yuk yuk.

Silence? No problem: Fuentes coughed something up. That’s right, the man can always cough up some kinda hairball, all smiley-faced. He’s been traveling, he said, from Washington, D.C., for meetings, to the University of Alabama, in Tuscaloosa, for his daughter's graduation. He liked the U of A's grounds. The buildings there, he said with a twinkle, date back to what Alabamians call “the war of Northern aggression.”

For a second there, I thought he was referring to the IVC Senate! But no. He said that, while in 'Bama, he compared notes with people and compared facilities, too.

He said, self-importantly, that he came back from his trip “a more grateful member of the community.”

Jeez, if he wants to say something, why doesn't he just spit it out? Was he saying that at least we don't live in Alabama? Was that it?

Lang yammered about the recent scholarship events at the two colleges. He hopped on the "gratefulness" bandwagon.

He's a quisling and a pinhead.

A classified leader finally walked up to the mike and suggested that the college isn’t spending enough money on maintenance. If, he said, the college would spend more on routine, day-to-day maintenance, we probably wouldn’t have to shell out so much on crumbling and rotting buildings like BGS. Plus what about Basic Aid?

Chancellor Mathur took the opportunity to pat himself on the back. Colleges, he said, should identify maintenance needs and develop a maintenance plan. Years ago, they didn’t do that, but now (get it?) they do, he said. “Me me me,” he added. (At another point, he referred to the important work of some committee, adding "a committee I started.")

Lang jumped in to acknowledge that maintenance does tend to get “short shrift.” Too bad about that, he seemed to say. Too bad for you.

A classified guy who works in Saddleback’s TV studio fretted about the fate of the studio during relocation—an event necessitated by the notorious dilapitude and stinkitude of the Library Building.

Mathur declared, peevishly, that such worries were “premature.” We’ve not yet exhausted the “administrative process,” he said, and so that’s why he hasn’t clued the board in on this kind of problem.

Sounded defensive to me.

There was another horrible lull, and so I stood up and asked about ATEP. Park Ranger Bob explained that construction is moving forward at the Tustin facility and they’ll be offering about 35 classes in the fall. There’s a big marketing campaign, too, and the “partnerships” are moving along. The Camelot people are working with the district on agreements and such. That Bob sure can be pithy.

It was 3:26—fifteen minutes into the meeting—and there was another lull. I saw Lang glance horribly up at the clock. He seemed to wince. “Good Lord!”

Mathur said something about data, but nobody listened.

Apparently desperate, Fuentes mentioned the recent fate of former Student Trustee Paul Ho (a friend of mine), who was attacked last week by three thugs in a park. He had just finished his finals (at Columbia). One of his eyes was damaged and he might need facial surgery. Some of us heard about this late last week. Bad news.

Saddelback’s student president got up to sing the praises of the college’s mental health facilities. She chirped about the Vagina Monologues, too. Wagner stared.

A woman came up to say the usual positive things about scholarships. Thank you, thank you, thank you. She was as pleased as punch.

There was another lull. I got up to remind the chancellor that, a year ago, he had visited my own School of Humanities and Languages (at IVC), where he got an earful of complaint (not from me, by the way) about the lack of reassigned time for academic chairs. I explained that the situation in my school has grown worse, that, right now, the English Department is having a devil of a time finding an experienced member of the School who is willing to serve as chair. The situation is bad, I said. The School is suffering.

Mathur was annoyed. It’s a matter of “compensation,” he said, so go tell the union. Yeah, I said, but what’s your view on the matter? Same thing, he said. Plus its up to the colleges. If the college president decides that there should be reassigned time for academic chairs, then he can recommend that.

OK, I said, so if our president recommends reassigned time for academic chairs, will you accept that recommendation? At some point, Mathur announced that he wasn’t going to answer any more of my questions.

I figured, what the hell? So I mentioned that he keeps coming around my school to say that he’s gonna help us out, but where’s the help? I remember when he came around sympathizing with our complaint that we are the biggest School on campus and we seem to be last on the list for our own building. "I'll be your advocate!", he seemed to say. That was, like, five years ago.

Nothin'.

Lang did what he always does. He said: “This isn’t a dialogue between you and the chancellor.” So that was that. Nothing real may be discussed, evidently.

That’s when Fuentes popped up like a salmon to ask if there was anybody out there “who doesn’t receive a check from the district”? We all looked around, stared at each other.

Nobody like that around here. Nope. Silence.

A woman got up, genuflected, and asked for more staff development bucks. Mathur patted her on the head.

Mary Williams got up to ask, not for the first time, for some sort of summer scheduling change that would minimize gas consumption. Is the answer “still no?”, she asked. That’s another “negotiated” item, said Mathur.

Some Forum.

Police Chief Harry Palmer thanked the board for its foresight years ago, equipping the campus police. (I think he was referring to their guns. Palmer was wearing a nasty little 9 mm.) The trustees’ approach, he said, would be proven right.

He announced an upcoming “open house,” with “real cop donuts.” That got a laugh.

Randy Anderson got up to ask for closed captioning of board meeting broadcasts, etc. Everybody seemed to like that idea. Machines whirred into motion! Tracy jumped up and headed somewhere, I think. (Well, no.)

Just a few minutes before the meeting’s end, John Williams finally showed up. He had just enough time to ride his hobby horse—that it’s just a matter of time before there’ll be another incident like the one at Virginia Tech. Officers need to be given the tools they need to do their job, he said, tautologically. “We need to have a safe environment…Times are changing…These things didn’t used to happen,” etc.

Mathur mentioned the “Stadium” initiative (the idea of building IVC's first stadium and a new one for Saddleback College). At the last board meeting, architects reported the likely cost of these projects, and it was alarmingly high, so they were told to go back and produce Plan B, the Cheapy Plan.

This led to the usual snipery between Mathur and Padberg—even Fuentes got in on the act. "$35 million is too much!" "Who ever said anything like $35 million? It's only $25 million!" "Oh yeah, we get these figures and it ends up being $50 million!"

The usual eyes rolled.

And that was about it.

1998: the great gun debate

BOARD MEETING, SEPT. 14

by Chunk Wheeler
When I arrived at 6:55, about thirty-five people were waiting for Library 105’s door to open, a number that grew somewhat during the next 50 minutes. As I waited, I spoke with reporters and friends, but I kept noticing Lee Walker skulking in the background. At one point, the Walk Man’s face suddenly appeared from afar through an opening in the crowd; he seemed to be studying my face, I knew not why. Did I mention that he looks like a cross between Sleepy and Grumpy, two of the seven dwarfs? If there is a dwarf named “Incredibly Stupid,” he looks like that one, too….

Give us our new guns!

The “gun” issue emerged once again. At the last board meeting, campus police chiefs Parmer and Romas asked for money to replace the police forces’ old and relatively unsafe 38s with au courant 9mm weapons. Their presentation established that, if campus cops are going to have guns, then they should be new 9mm jobs, not the old 38s. Trustee Fortune--who, before she decided to call herself a “fiscal conservative,” was active in the Democratic party--emerged that night as a strong proponent of defanging campus cops. (It turns out that most community college cops are gunless; indeed, ours is the only district in OC that arms its cops.) As I recall, then-Chancellor Hodge and Dave Lang agreed with Fortune, which must have been painful for them. In the end, the cops went home without their new guns, but they managed to keep their old ones.

Surprisingly, the issue was back on the agenda on the 14th. Fortune once again spoke to the issue. In her remarks, she demonstrated her uncanny knack for really pissing people off, for, in effect, she called Parmer and Romas liars. You see, after the October board meeting, she called up the Orange County Sheriff’s Dept. and talked to a “fellow” there. She asked him about the safety of 38s.”They’re safe weapons,” said the fellow. (Of course, Parmer and Romas didn’t exactly say that 38s are unsafe; they said that 9mms are relatively safe.) The Fortunate One concluded that she had been lied to or misled by Parmer and Romas. “That’s what you get when you only listen to people with a special interest,” she added. “Let’s spend the money on students, not on guns,” concluded Dot.

In response, chief Romas acknowledged that 38s are not unsafe; but the district’s 38s are old, he said. Lang jumped in to express both his respect for Romas/Parmer and his inclination to disarm them. “Why are we the exception among community college districts in the area?” asked Lang. Frogue opined that it is unwise to leave cops unarmed. Williams, finally finding a topic he cares about, stated that it is a “travesty” to suggest not arming police officers. Apparently addressing Mr. Lang, he said, “Get real.” “Stop living in an ivory castle.” (Yes, an ivory castle.)

Lorch noted that the presence of guns is a deterrent. Fortune shot back by suggesting that the worst thing that happens on our campuses is the theft of car radios (well, not quite), so the cops don’t need guns. “Even the radicals [i.e., Frogue’s racist friends and their equally polite JDL adversaries] who sometimes come to our board meetings aren’t that bad,” she said. At that moment, I felt Dave Lang’s pain.

Student trustee Marie Hill noted that she has seen men removing their shirts and revealing tatoos on campus. “Gang members,” she said. So cops gotta have guns.

Frogue explained that, if only people knew the details--details, he implied, that were suppressed by the press!--of the Lorches’ fabled encounter with violence (?), they would understand the need to arm campus cops. (Huh?) Idiotically, Lorch explained that only someone who has experienced what she experienced knows whether campus cops should have guns. “You don’t know until you’ve experienced this yourself,” she said, thereby marking the nadir of the evening….
—From the ‘Vine (#7), 9/16/98

(For the entire article, see Williams to Lang: “Stop Living in an Ivory Castle”)

Friday, May 11, 2007

Scenes from the Humanities & Languages end-of-semester party

Jeanne's place is in Tustin, and it's lovely, inside and out.

Limber Lou played with the dog. He was pretty smiley. Lou, I mean.

Bea w/ flan, I think.

Kate & Brenda sat on the porch, like Andy & Barney. I think I was Floyd.

Steve (& Jeanne). You'd never guess lookin' at him, but Steve's our "religion" guy. He's good.

Shel w/ shark cap. I see him maybe once a year, and he's always wearing that thing. (He always reminds me that I gave it to him.)

Lisa, observing me on the floor with my camera, seemed dubious. "Taking pictures up ladies dresses, eh?" said a nearby Red Emma. Nope, I was just down there talkin' with the dog.

Red qua Dick—and Fumiko qua Fumiko.

Frank grabbed my camera with a big show of annoyance. He took a snap of Jeanne 'n' me.

Karima, dean of H&L, among other things.

Lou was happy, playin' fetch with a drool ball. I hosed it off.

Jeanne reads to Lou. Somethin' about executing a servant girl for spillin' milk. You know: a children's book.

Jan & Jeff are happier than ever, I think. Somebody said that they're retiring. Could be.

Subdued

MY FRIENDS down south tell me that, at today’s special meeting of the District Leadership Council, Chancellor Mathur briefly held forth on his recent court experience, lecturing those in attendance.

Given his key role in the disastrous & embarrassing & disturbing Rodney Poindexter episode--which of course yielded his recent courtroom adventure--one might suppose that Mathur would take the opportunity to warn others against his many and egregious errors.

I'm told that he acknowledged no errors.

Then he asked for questions. There were none.

The meeting was over.

Maybe somebody told the fellow to take the high road and he thinks this is it.

Roy's obituary in LA Times and Register: "we were lucky to have you while we did"

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