Friday, September 27, 2013

Bachelor's degrees at Cal community colleges?

California's Evolving Master Plan (Inside Higher Ed)
     Community colleges in a growing number of states are offering bachelor’s degrees. Now California and its huge two-year system may join that group.
     A committee created by Brice Harris, the system’s chancellor, quietly began meeting last month to mull whether the state’s 112 community colleges should be granted the authority to offer four-year degrees.
     While the process has just started and has many hurdles to clear, it’s certain to be an attention-grabber in California and beyond….

Most Students Are Unprepared for College, SAT Results Show (Chronicle of Higher Education)
     Less than half of the students who took the SAT in 2013 are ready to succeed in postsecondary education, according to a report released on Thursday by the College Board, which owns the SAT.
     Only 43 percent of the test takers this year met or exceeded the benchmark score of 1550 out of a  possible 2400, the same proportion as last year….

Bugsy, RIP

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Micael "Mike" Merrifield

from the Lariat:
published Wednesday September 25

Micael Merrifield dies after heart attack

With a long career teaching anthropology, this beloved instructor will be remembered by many

by Chelsea Jarrell

Micael Merrifield, a Saddleback College instructor and friend of many, passed away from a sudden heart attack last night.

“Micael will be remembered for his insatiable curiosity, boundless energy, and ability to capture the imagination of students.” said Saddleback College President Tod Burnett in a campus-wide email.

Micael Merrifield With a profound love for tribal anthropology, Merrifield worked for many years with the Juaneño Band of Mission Indians, AcjachememNation, helping them in their fight for federal recognition. He also loved traveling and regularly took students on study abroad trips to Ireland, Scotland, Mexico, and Cuba.

Merrifield has been a passionate and active member at the college since 1977 when he started the Learning Assistance Program. He was an instructor in the Anthropology and Behavioral Sciences Department and served as a member on the Academic Senate Committee and Faculty Association.

A bench near the Business and General Science building has been turned into a memorial with a sign reading, 'Rest in Paradise Professor Micael Merrifield."

SEE ALSO Beloved Saddleback Anthropology Professor Died Suddenly Tuesday (Mission Viejo Patch)

Micael Merrifield

Today, at Bugsy’s gravesite


     My emotions are much too raw for me to say much about Bugsy right now. I’ll say this. My love for him was big, very big. I recall telling friends that I had in some sense fallen in love with the little guy. It was, I said, an absurdly big love that somehow overtook me.
     …It was something about his vulnerability. There he was, living for weeks, evidently, in the wilds of the Santa Ana Mountains—just a kitten. How did he get there? How did he survive? It breaks my heart to think that we delayed as long as we did to capture him, to bring him to safety.
     He was such a delicate seeming little man: small, perfectly white, perfectly proportioned, sleek and silky and dignified. Utterly beautiful.
     But he was tough too. He often displayed great strength and cleverness. He was as independent as any guy I’ve ever known. He did his own thing in his own way, always. When we played, we played his way, forever developing unique Bugsian games.
     He displayed his love in many ways, sleeping in our arms, regularly checking on each of us, maintaining vigilance re those pesky red foxes that hung out by the bedroom window. They were an obsession of his. Those foxes. Damn.
     These last two weeks remind me that the Bauer family, for all its noise and craziness, is a tight, loving crew. We support each other; we come together in a crisis. We are together now.
     And we love so completely. It is a hazardous thing to love so hard, so pure.
     That is how we loved little Bugsy.


Bugsy Bauer (2012-2013)
R.I.P.

     He died peacefully, yesterday, just before 6:00 p.m., with his family around him.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Requiem: Death of an adjunct


In the news:

from the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, September 19, 2013:
by Daniel Kovalik

On Sept. 1, Margaret Mary Vojtko, an adjunct professor who had taught French at Duquesne University for 25 years, passed away at the age of 83. She died as the result of a massive heart attack she suffered two weeks before. As it turned out, I may have been the last person she talked to.

On Aug. 16, I received a call from a very upset Margaret Mary. She told me that she was under an incredible amount of stress. She was receiving radiation therapy for the cancer that had just returned to her, she was living nearly homeless because she could not afford the upkeep on her home, which was literally falling in on itself, and now, she explained, she had received another indignity -- a letter from Adult Protective Services telling her that someone had referred her case to them saying that she needed assistance in taking care of herself. The letter said that if she did not meet with the caseworker the following Monday, her case would be turned over to Orphans' Court.

For a proud professional like Margaret Mary, this was the last straw; she was mortified. She begged me to call Adult Protective Services and tell them to leave her alone, that she could take care of herself and did not need their help. I agreed to. Sadly, a couple of hours later, she was found on her front lawn, unconscious from a heart attack. She never regained consciousness.

Meanwhile, I called Adult Protective Services right after talking to Margaret Mary, and I explained the situation. I said that she had just been let go from her job as a professor at Duquesne, that she was given no severance or retirement benefits, and that the reason she was having trouble taking care of herself was because she was living in extreme poverty. The caseworker paused and asked with incredulity, "She was a professor?" I said yes. The caseworker was shocked; this was not the usual type of person for whom she was called in to help.

Of course, what the caseworker didn't understand was that Margaret Mary was an adjunct professor, meaning that, unlike a well-paid tenured professor, Margaret Mary worked on a contract basis from semester to semester, with no job security, no benefits and with a salary of between $3,000 and just over $3,500 per three-credit course. Adjuncts now make up well over 50 percent of the faculty at colleges and universities.

While adjuncts at Duquesne overwhelmingly voted to join the United Steelworkers union a year ago, Duquesne has fought unionization, claiming that it should have a religious exemption. Duquesne has claimed that the unionization of adjuncts like Margaret Mary would somehow interfere with its mission to inculcate Catholic values among its students.

This would be news to Georgetown University -- one of only two Catholic universities to make U.S. News & World Report's list of top 25 universities -- which just recognized its adjunct professors' union, citing the Catholic Church's social justice teachings, which favor labor unions.

As amazing as it sounds, Margaret Mary, a 25-year professor, was not making ends meet. Even during the best of times, when she was teaching three classes a semester and two during the summer, she was not even clearing $25,000 a year, and she received absolutely no health care benefits. Compare this with the salary of Duquesne's president, who makes more than $700,000 with full benefits.

Meanwhile, in the past year, her teaching load had been reduced by the university to one class a semester, which meant she was making well below $10,000 a year. With huge out-of-pocket bills from UPMC Mercy for her cancer treatment, Margaret Mary was left in abject penury. She could no longer keep her electricity on in her home, which became uninhabitable during the winter. She therefore took to working at an Eat'n Park at night and then trying to catch some sleep during the day at her office at Duquesne. When this was discovered by the university, the police were called in to eject her from her office. Still, despite her cancer and her poverty, she never missed a day of class.

Finally, in the spring, she was let go by the university, which told her she was no longer effective as an instructor -- despite many glowing evaluations from students. She came to me to seek legal help to try to save her job. She said that all she wanted was money to pay her medical bills because Duquesne, which never paid her much to begin with, gave her nothing on her way out the door.

Duquesne knew all about Margaret Mary's plight, for I apprised them of it in two letters. I never received a reply, and Margaret Mary was forced to die saddened, penniless and on the verge of being turned over to Orphan's Court.

The funeral Mass for Margaret Mary, a devout Catholic, was held at Epiphany Church, only a few blocks from Duquesne. The priest who said Mass was from the University of Dayton, another Catholic university and my alma mater. Margaret Mary was laid out in a simple, cardboard casket devoid of any handles for pallbearers -- a sad sight, but an honest symbol of what she had been reduced to by her ostensibly Catholic employer.

Her nephew, who had contacted me about her passing, implored me to make sure that she didn't die in vain. He said that while there was nothing that could be done for Margaret Mary, we had to help the other adjuncts at Duquesne and other universities who were being treated just as she was, and who could end up just like she did. I believe that writing this story is the first step in doing just that.


Daniel Kovalik is senior associate general counsel of the United Steelworkers union.



"Junct: The Trashing of Higher Ed. in America"

Monday, September 23, 2013

September's meeting of the SOCCCD BOT

     No report. I've decided that I have better things to do.
     Please see Tere's Board Meeting Highlights.

Read it and weep: "Where the money goes..." (Red Emma)




Or rage.

Red Emma read aloud most of Thomas Frank's Academy Fight Song to Rebel Girl over the weekend, just in case you wonder what their home life is like.  It's like that.

In it, Frank recounts the sad tale of the corporatization of higher education and its effects on students and faculty.  It can be found in the new issue of The Baffler.

Check out Rebel Girl's favorite section "Where the money goes":
Above all, what the masters of academia spend the loot on is themselves. In saying this, I am not referring merely to the increasing number of university presidents who take home annual “compensation” north of a million dollars. That is a waste, of course, an outrageous bit of money-burning borrowed from Wall Street in an age when we ought to be doing the opposite of borrowing from Wall Street. But what has really fueled the student’s ever-growing indebtedness, as anyone with a connection to academia can tell you, is the insane proliferation of university administrators.

Political scientist Benjamin Ginsberg tells the sorry tale in his 2011 book, The Fall of the Faculty. Back in the day, Ginsberg tells us, American universities were governed by professors, who would take time out from their academic careers to manage the institution’s business affairs. Today, however, the business side of the university has been captured by a class of professionals who have nothing to do with the pedagogical enterprise itself.
Administrators: Their salaries are generous, their ranks expand year after year, and their work requires no peer review and not even much effort. As Ginsberg reminds us, most of them don’t teach courses, they don’t squabble like English professors at the MLA, and no one ever suggests replacing them with adjuncts or temps. As tuition balloons, it is administrators who prosper. In fact, their fortunes are an almost exact reverse image of the tuition-indebtedness of the young.
According to Ginsberg, “administrators and staffers actually outnumber full-time faculty members” nowadays, even though it’s the faculty members who do the real work of education that we believe is so goddamned important. The numbers are startling. While the ranks of full-time professors have grown at about the rate of university enrollment generally since 1975—which is to say, about 50 percent—administrations have expanded at an amazing pace. Administrators proper are up 85 percent, Ginsberg reports, while the number of “other professionals” employed by universities has grown 240 percent. Their share of university budgets has grown by similar margins.
Naturally, an ugly new class conflict has begun to play out amidst the leafy groves. Administrators, it seems, have understood that the fortunes of their cohort are directly opposed to those of the faculty. One group’s well-being comes at the expense of the other, and vice versa. And so, according to Ginsberg, the administrators work constantly to expand their own numbers, to replace professors with adjuncts, to subject professors to petty humiliations, to interfere in faculty hiring, to distill the professors’ expertise down to something that can be measured by a standardized test.
It is not until you read Ginsberg’s description of the day-to-day activities of administrators that the light bulb goes on, however. The particular pedagogy that motivates this class of university creatures is . . . management theory. They talk endlessly about “process management” and “excellence.” They set up “culture teams.” They attend retreats where they play team-building games. And whole divisions of them are dedicated to writing “strategic plans” for their universities, which take years to finish and are forgotten immediately upon completion.
Political scientist Benjamin Ginsberg tells the sorry tale in his 2011 book, The Fall of the Faculty. Back in the day, Ginsberg tells us, American universities were governed by professors, who would take time out from their academic careers to manage the institution’s business affairs. Today, however, the business side of the university has been captured by a class of professionals who have nothing to do with the pedagogical enterprise itself....
To read the rest - and you should! Aloud! To each other! - click here.


REMINDER: board meeting tonight, at 5:30. The agenda is a large pdf. Check it out.

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

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