Tales from the Hood..

I have become addicted to Checker’s hot dogs. I know, I know… don’t judge me.

So I go to the drive-thru and order three of the 99 cent frankfurters. I am greeted by a rude Checker's employee.

Checkers Worker: Yeah.
Zack Kirk: Excuse me.
Checkers Worker: Yeah, can I take yo order.
Zack Kirk: Three hot dogs, please.
Checkers: Three chili dogs?
Zack Kirk: Three hot dogs.
Checkers Worker: Huh. Nobody orders hot dogs. $3.21. Drive around.

And I drive around and wait ten minutes while the car in front of me gets three bags of food. When I finally get to the window, I am greeted by weave all over the place and two gold teeth blinging brightly.

Zack Kirk: How much is it?
Checkers Worker: Huh?
Zack Kirk: How much is the order?

Checkers Worker: I told you 3.21.
I hand it over and take the bag.

Zack Kirk: Excuse me. Can I have some ketchup?
Checkers Worker: We ain’t got no ketchup.

How can a fast food restaurant not have ketchup? I am almost sure there was ketchup in the back, but she did not want to get it.

Why? Why can I not get decent customer service in my neighborhood? I know, I know… don’t tell me.

Until Santa Claus comes to the hood and hands out some manners,

-Zack Kirk

Is this freedom of speech, satire, or something else?

Did the cover of this week’s New Yorker make me angry?
The cover portrays Obama as an Islamic Terrorist, who has taken over the white house, is burning an American flag, and is greeting his wife, an aforoed militant with a machine gun slung across her breast. The only thing missing are Natasha and Malia sitting on the lawn, reading from the Koran.

Did the cover of this week’s New Yorker make me angry?
The cover is insulting to African Americans and Muslims. The cover plays into the lies and slander being perpetuated by FOX news and other conservative news outlets concerning the Obamas.

Did the cover of this week’s New Yorker make me angry?
The cover could have easily been perceived as true by the 27% of Americans who believe Obama to be Muslim, when he is not a Muslim. He proclaims his faith to be Christian.

Did the cover make me angry? No.

I am firm supporter of the first amendment.
It is the job of the media to propel us into the world of thought. I read magazines and newspapers to make me think beyond my own preconceived judgments.

The portrayal of Barack needs to be explored. While the New Yorker’s cover (not the actual story) plays into the negative thoughts surrounding the Obamas, the majority of news magazines are giving Obama tons of positive free press. This is just as inflammatory as what is being done by FOX news.

We, the American people, to be an informed citizenry, deserve multiple sides of the story. The media that forces us to seek truth for ourselves instead of having that truth interpreted for us is helping move democracy forward.

The Dallas Diaries... come to an end...

What I learned this week that really matters...



All students deserve access to high quality education.
For too long, high quality instruction and high expectations have been reserved for the brightest and best students. Every student, whether in an AP class, an Honors Class, or a College Preparatory class deserves the best that a teacher has to offer. A student should write no less in a College Prep class than in an AP class. A student should work no less or be exposed to no less in a College Prep class than in an AP class. They key to improving education is to improve the quality of instruction for all students, regardless to their chosen level of learning. A student should be just as skilled in a given curriculum after leaving a college preparatory class as they are when they leave an AP class. The difference should not be the quality of instruction or the expectations of learners, but should instead be the curriculum covered.

All students belong in an AP class, but...not all students should take an AP class.
With the aforementioned said, not every student should take an AP class. Every student should have the educational opportunity, but not every student should take advantage of that opportunity. If a student lacks work ethic, regardless of the kid’s ability or intelligence, he or she will not succeed in an AP class. While the greatest determinate of student intelligence or ability is not academics performance, the greatest predictor or student work ethic is academic performance. Kids who make A’s work hard and will strive to reach the mark, regardless of how high it is set.

Many educational programs really only exist to make money.
College Board, Everyday Math, Success for all… numerous educational programs intended to improve education for all students only exist to make money. Education is not improved, tax payer’s dollars are wasted, and children are short changed.

The only good solution to improving education is solid teaching.
While devalued by administrators across the country, teachers make the difference in each classroom. It is not the quiet class, the well-structured class that indicates quality instruction. In some cases, it is not even test scores. Good teaching is indicated by student learning, period. Student learning is indicated by student progress or improvement. Data driven results illustrate this and should come from a variety of sources.

Good teachers stay focused on the bottom line: kids.
Despite administrator actions, district policies, or parent opinions, the bottom line is always what is in the best interest of the learners.

Things in a random teacher's classroom... (Wednesday)

It is now day three and I am getting restless and distracted. Today, during a bathroom break, I decided to go on a scavenger hunt.

As a teacher, it is always enlightening to check out how other teachers decide to decorate their classrooms. On my search, I found some interesting things.

Please share your thoughts.

The Dallas Diaries: Early to Rise... (Monday)

(Pardon me, but this was written in real-time)

Registration for the week-long workshop started at 8:15 and my team wanted to be their on time. I received at call at 7 am telling me the team was having breakfast at 7:30. I got the message at 8, when I woke up. I was peeved at leaving so early. If registration was between 8:15 and 9, why not arrive at 8:55? I just knew that, by leaving at 8 a.m. for a workshop that started at 9, we would be the first one’s to arrive and would find ourselves sitting in a vacant parking lot.

Um… no. I was wrong.

We were not the first to arrive. From the looks of the registration lines, we were among the last.

I will not name my child Patrick. Every Patrick I know looks like the Patrick from spongebob. Our presenter, Patrick, is no exception.

Our trainer has actually worked for the organization for a whole career span of one week. F--ing awesome! He’s also a civil war re-enactor. Double f--ing awesome. And he graduated from the University of Alabama. Even better, huh…

Most teachers make poor students. I hate having my time wasted. Luckily, as the day went on, I realized the time was being put to good use.

I learned a lot and I am already fired up about putting my new knowledge to good use…

An overview:
Kids have to learn how to write. It is essential. Creative projects are fun and easy to design, but kids are not going to be asked to make a panorama for a college admissions essay alternative assessment or do an interpretative dance to explain symbolism in the Illiad.

Um, why were some people in Texas still wearing Jheri curls?

The Dallas Diaries: The Take Off (Sunday)

In April, I applied for the opportunity to represent my school district at a workshop hosted by a group calling themselves Laying the Foundation. While I have an idea of what this nebulous organization is all about, I am a little uncertain about what will be gained from this conference. Check out http://www.layingthefoundation.org and see if you can decipher what I will be learning.

I actually received an email a couple of weeks ago telling me to arrive for my 11:15 flight between 8 and 9 and I decided then and there that I would be late. The Sunday after the Independence Day Weekend was destined to be an empty boot day at the airport. Why in the world would we have to leave so early? No one was flying on the Sunday after Independence day!

After checking in, we had a two hour wait. Hmph... Guess I was right. We cruised through security.

As the 11th hour approached, a storm brew around us. Lightening flashed and rain poured. I realized early that our flight would be delayed. I found my corner, curled up, and went back to sleep… only to be stirred and told that we were boarding. To my pleasant surprise, we boarded right on schedule.

What was not to my pleasant surprise was that we were grounded from taking off.

Despite the looming storm around us, Delta allowed us to board the plane. We boarded and waited. And waited. And waited… on the plane… three hours… while the storm passed. I read Newsweek and Time, cover to cover, and listening to every new song upload to Earl (the iphone) in the intermission.

We finally left Atlanta at 2, and after a rocky, stomach flipping flight, arrived in Dallas at 5.

We ate a fine Italian meal and checking into the Spring Hill Suites Marriot in Irving.

The hotel is awesome. I have a full suite to myself that makes being away from home endurable.

So far I am hoping for the, but, like always, best expecting the worst.

Until Delta gives me more than one pack of free cookies,

-Zack Kirk

The mind of a college instructor..

I am really enjoying my summer job. Really, I am. But as with all teaching gigs, some questions, regardless of the learner’s educational level keep popping up. And yes, my answers are always the same.

“Um, did I miss anything last week?”
Of course not, buddy. We just sat around and played rocks/paper/scissors.

“Um, do you have my make-up work?”
Of course I do. I just keep a file folder on every single one of my students for each of my five courses this term and when you are absent I put your notes, make-up work, and a five dollar bill inside it to let you know that coming to class is pointless.

“I’m sorry, but I just don’t understand. So, what are we supposed to doing, exactly?”
Oh, don’t worry. I don’t mind explaining again the assignment we have been working on for the past three course meetings. It’s no problem at all. Again, you are the priority here and making your life easier is why I breathe. My repetition of the same information for the fourth time is a pleasure if it results in your academic success.

And yes, laughter usually follows. But when it doesn’t…

“I was only asking, Mr. Kirk. You know, your sarcasm and attitude don’t make learning this bullspit any easier. It’s hard up in here. This class is hard, pointless, and don’t nobody want be up in here.”
Yeah, I know, right.

“Uh… why you looking at me like that, Mr. Kirk? Like I’m stupid or something?”
Pardon me, but I am simply looking at you. If you don’t like the way I am looking, I am sorry. God made my face. If you have problems with my face, please consult the NIV version of the bible for an understandable explanation of why I am looking at you like I am.

And by then, yes, laughter usually follows. But when it doesn’t

I’m sorry. I was just playing.

Until I become English chair at my college,
-Zack Kirk