Wednesday, March 19, 2014

At IVC: international students, job descriptions

     At IVC, “administration,” headed by the visionless and unacademic Glenn Roquemore—the sort who surely would (if he only could!) trade in, say, Humanities for new lawn furniture—approaches the college’s fiscal affairs with hysteria, incompetence, and unabashed philistinism. We’re pretty used to it. (We’re starting to hate the Chancellor and the BOT.) Hence, when administration started making noises about expanding the International Students Program, some of us wondered if this was simply a meretricious moola grab, just the sort of thing we’ve come to expect from Team Roquemore. Would it be good for the college and good for international students to expand the program? We worry that, at those nasty secret confabs deep in the blue and grey corners of A100, they're not bothered by such questions; instead, they mutter, “More revenue? Yeah. Expand the goddam program.”
     Well, the Academic Senate, that ship of fools of which I am a longstanding crewman—which still sails as though anyone (and, in particular, Roquemore) notices—has been on the case, carrying on a discussion for months on the pluses and minuses of such expansion.
     The upshot of this discussion? –The Int’l Students Program brings in big bucks. But, as things now stand, many of our international students arrive utterly unprepared for college level courses (in English). Hence, they waste time and by the time they’re on track, their three-year stay is over, and they head home, having failed to achieve their desired goals. So, sure, expand the program, but only after we’ve rethought our support of these students, which, as things stand, is subpar and inadequate.
     And remember: these students and their families are paying big bucks for this service.
     Can you imagine Glenn Roquemore attending to this unpleasant message, taking it to heart? Nope.
     Near as I can tell, senators seem to accept the above negatory assessment of existing int'l student support. The senate has yet to way in on this expansion, which looks like it’s going to go forward whatever the senate or anyone else may think about it. Will support for Int'l students be increased? Well, I guess we'll see.

     As you know, faculty endlessly grumble about how hires are pursued at the college (part of the problem seems to be HR down at the district). I’ll have an update at a later date.
     But I will mention some peculiarities of at least one current job search: for Assistant Dean of Financial Aid and Student Support Services [AD-FA&SS]. (See here.)
     That's Darryl Cox's old job, more or less. You remember Darryl.
     Consider this job’s title. Wouldn’t someone applying for the “Assistant Dean of Financial Aid and Student Support Services” position naturally assume that they are applying to be the assistant to a dean—namely, the dean of FA&SS?
     But, in fact, there is no dean. This “assistant” would in fact be in charge of FA&SS. The AD-FA&SS will answer, not to a dean, but to the VP of Student Services.
     I’m thinking this is no way to write job descriptions/titles. Maybe I’m off base here. Lemme know.
     Here’s another problem. The job’s advertised “summary description” begins thus:
To provide leadership to plan, develop, organize, schedule, implement, direct, improve and evaluate the financial aid, veterans, scholarship, ambassador, outreach, and other assigned student support services programs, operations and activities at a community college….
     So the job entails “providing leadership to … develop [etc.] … the financial aid, veterans, scholarship, ambassador outreach [etc.] … programs.” Isn't that quite a lot? And how is it that an administrator in charge of financial aid is also in charge of the veterans program?
     In fact, however, things have changed, and this assistant dean (who isn't really an assistant to a dean) is no longer in charge of the veterans program—just the financial aid of veterans.
     I wonder if applicants will mind that the description is, well, wrong?

Thursday, March 13, 2014

For-profit college accused of coercing students into costly loans (OC Reg)
     ITT Technical Institute, the for-profit college chain, has long promoted its pricey courses as a path to a higher-paying job and a better life.
     But for many of its students in Orange County and across the country, that dream became a financial trap, according to a lawsuit brought by federal regulators….

The miraculous Sarah











Sunday, March 9, 2014

Nancy ♥︎ Bill Brough, not Wendy Gabriella

     About a week ago, OC Political blog (here) reported that the “California Republican Assembly … today ... endorsed Bill Brough to be the next State Assemblyman from the 73rd district.”
     Included among Brough’s supporters is one “Nancy Padberg, VP, South OC Community College District.”
     Former Irvine Valley College Academic Senate President, Wendy Gabriella, is running for the 73rd as a Democrat.
     Nancy doesn’t seem to like Democrats.
     Leading among Republican candidates in campaign cash is Rancho Santa Margarita Councilman Jesse Petrilla, who, it was recently revealed, was convicted of assault with a firearm when he was 17.
     He’s a lout.

Petrilla Makes Statement to CRA About 2001 Arrest – Double Wow! (OC Political)
...Now at the CRA convention he apparently doubles down by having a statement read to us in which he claims to have “beat the charges!” I guess Jesse Petrilla and some of his supporters don’t understand something extremely important – that Mr. Petrilla’s statements about this incident in which he essentially denies that he plead no contest (i.e. guilty) to two felony charges were only four weeks ago and last Saturday!!! It is his truthfulness now that concerns me more than what happened in 2001....

Midday Teddy

Young Theodore loves to hang around with his dad on Sundays
The fellow's committed to good grooming.
I dunno. I think he was just yawning.
He does a lot of that, especially on Sundays.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Adventures in Babbittry and self-promotion


     Unlike the Better Business Bureau, which pursues the interests of both the public and businesses, the Chamber of Commerce pursues the interests simply of businesses. Because we live in a region dominated by Republicans and their notion that businessness is next to godliness, there are many among us who will be impressed by that fact. I am not among them.
     No one, I suppose, will be surprised to learn that Glenn Roquemore, President of Irvine Valley College, is on the Irvine Chamber of Commerce Board of Directors. He doesn't seem to stand for anything, oh, educational or collegiate. He does, however, warm to the world of commerce and the unimaginative, conventional, flag-waving crust that forms around its public face. Hence, he's very excited about, say, Astounding Inventions, a bogus "science and technology" event for kids, SWAT training in our Performing Arts Center for the OC Sheriff's Dept., and endless, supposedly patriotic 9-11 commemorations. Hell yes.
     Yeah, Glenn and the Chamber of Commerce. That makes sense.
     Here's the ICC’s “mission”:
“The ICC’s mission is to promote an economic climate that strengthens the competitiveness of local businesses while offering members a wide range of benefits, services, programs and information.”
     Do you suppose that that's Glenn's mission too? Could be. It would explain a lot.
     I noticed that he’s mentioned in the latest Irvine Chamber of Commerce Weekly:


     Isn't that the old Fluor Daniel Building? Are they calling that thing "IVC" these days? Golly.

     Meanwhile, not to be outdone, Saddleback College President, Tod Burnett—another remarkably unacademic fellow—is on the board of directors of the South Orange County Regional Chamber of Commerce. That's not surprising. Old Tod seems to like to spread himself thin.
     Guess what! The Todster will be offering the keynote address—entitled “A Bright Future for the CCCAA”—at the CCCAA annual convention, which will be held at the Renaissance Los Angeles Airport Hotel from April 1-4.
     The CCCAA is, of course, the California Community College Athletics Association. For some reason, Burnett's all about the CCCAA. Go figure.


     Be sure to monitor Burnett’s continued association with the dubious L&L Magazine, including a “message in a bottle,” a video about 9-11 and such, in which he wisely opines that “Really the enemies are within ourselves.”

     Both Burnett and Roquemore are quoted in a mid-February UCI publication about the “Solar Decathlon”:

UC Irvine to lead “Team Orange” at Solar Decathlon 2015:
     UC Irvine and three fellow Orange County campuses will compete in the U.S. Department of Energy’s Solar Decathlon 2015, the international student competition to design and build the best solar-powered home. Chapman University, Irvine Valley College and Saddleback College will join UC Irvine as “Team Orange” to create a residence that reflects the traits of the drought-resistant, sun-loving California poppy.
. . .
     Irvine Valley College President Glenn Roquemore said, “The students, faculty, and staff of IVC are proud, ready and eager to participate in the Solar Decathlon with our team partners. It’s a great opportunity for our alternative energy, engineering, business, environmental and design programs to participate in this wonderful demonstration project that will no doubt be a profound and memorable experience for us all.”
     “It is a true honor that Team Orange has been selected to compete in the Solar Decathlon, and I look forward to working with our colleagues to demonstrate the remarkable creativity and talent of our students and faculty,” said Tod Burnett, president of Saddleback College.
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Friday, March 7, 2014

Cultists of the asymmetrical and the photophobic


     I was at school this morning for my usual three-hour Friday “intro” class: philosophy on the fringe of a community and a week, I guess. Which is fine by me.
     Oddly, the lights were out in my office—and everyone else’s, near as I could tell.
     To my surprise, my computer worked. It bleeped to life in the stillness and darkness.
     “Typical IVC half-assery,” I said aloud and to no one.
     My colleague across the hall, Martial Law, chimed in with a snarky remark. He too was sitting in the dark, staring at his computer monitor, alone, deprived of his favorite photons.
     Soon, I walked toward my classroom, A202, noting the random darknesses and brightnesses that peppered the interior of our notoriously dilapidated building. I stopped at the duplicating room, which was locked, as usual. I entered the secret code on the door lock. I opened the door.
Screwed: window
     It was pitch dark inside, and so I fumbled a bit with the codes for the copier. I finally got the codes right (username, password). I managed to make thirty copies of the quiz, in the dark, which is almost amazing.
     I hoped that no one would enter just then, seeing me there, in the darkness, standing over this stupid machine.
     I headed to my 9:00 class.
     My room, A202, looks as though it were designed by Cultists of the Asymmetrical. In truth, A200 has been remodeled so many times, and under so many constraints, that some of its rooms are geometrical remainders, possessing no virtues beyond the capacity to house students, albeit in cockeyed trapezia (see A202 graphic below).
     I entered A202. Surprisingly, its florescent lights shone brightly.
     I wrote the necessary things on the board and then commenced lecturing. The lecture—about how best to regard reports of the paranormal and extraordinary—went quite well, though, at one point, the lights suddenly went out—for perhaps one second—then went back on again.
     “It is the Lord,” I said, “blinking at us. Extra credit to anyone who can interpret the Lord’s curious gesture.”
Alone in the dark
     There were several takers, but they all spoke at once, and so I had no idea what they said.
     Just then, just to my left, the metal keyboard tray of the hideous dark gray metal box that holds the class computer popped open and rolled out, menacingly. "Clunk." It does that.
     I cocked my head and stared at it. Students tittered, awaiting another reference to the Lord, which never came.
     In case you don’t know, lemme tell you: on Fridays, “they,” whoever they are, turn off the air conditioning at the college—or at least they do that wherever I am. Consequently, on Friday, starting at 9:00, room A202 embraces and slowly torments its dead air, made increasingly hot and wet by its 30+ youthful denizens (and me).
     No doubt it’s a cost-saving measure. They probably save a nickel a building.
     Today, after about an hour, the room started to stink and groan.
     –Not that anyone complained. The students were cheerful and stoical about the whole thing, really. I noted this.
     But it was warm today. Consequently, by 11:45, the air inside A202 felt decidedly humid and hot and toxic. I’m surprised no one said anything. They seem to readily accept discomfort, these students.
     Class was over. I soon emerged from A202, like a cracked chip from a newly-popped can of Pringles, whereupon I ran into a colleague, newly emergent, whose gesture made brief tacit reference to the building’s electrical prodigies, as though we worked at a place run by morons.
     More stoicism.
Codes, codes, codes
     As I walked past her room, I saw that it was dark inside. The overhead projected something literary upon the screen, into the void.
     Back in my still-benighted office, which sported its own shining Dell eyeball, I sought to grade and record my students’ quizzes.
     After a few minutes, there was a commotion down the hall. It was my dean, alerting everyone that “starting at noon, they’re gonna shut the power off for three hours in A200.”
     “OK,” I shouted, cheerfully. But then I thought better of it: “Well, no, that sucks,” I declared, hanging halfway out my doorway. I had plans. They were shot.
     “Yes,” said Martial’s voice, from his tiny hothouse, not five feet away. Martial counts on Fridays to get work done in the peace and quiet of his little gray incubator in the shitty wing of the shabby building in the little college in the orange groves.
     We hurried to get done whatever we were doing. I madly scribbled away beneath the nasty little screw that now holds my office window permanently shut.
     Yes, shut. Why shut? Well, not long ago, there were some thefts in the building. What to do? At IVC, the people in charge do what they do, what they always do—in this case, they judged that, naturally, faculty must be prevented from ever opening their windows again. Thirty-five years of blessed air-availability must end. So a guy showed up one day and screwed shut all the office windows.
     Just like that.
     I got most of the quizzes done while a student took a makeup quiz at the desk behind me. By about noon, I went over to Martial’s office and stood in his doorway. I stared down at him. He stared back.
     “I’m going home,” he said, resignedly.
     Darkness fell (I guess; I didn’t stick around to see).

"It is the Lord, blinking at us."

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