From the Scoring Sampler for the 6th grade PSSAs (Pennsylvania System of School Assessments):
Is knowing the meaning of "quartile value" an indicator of college and career readiness?
For left-brainers and kin: thoughts on education, left-brainedness, autism, and right-brain biases.
From the Scoring Sampler for the 6th grade PSSAs (Pennsylvania System of School Assessments):
Turning in homework used to be child’s play. In the early grades, before most kids had developed all the necessary organizational skills, teachers would simply walk around and collect it. There was no question of stuff getting lost. Of course, there was also less homework back then—in the early grades. It wasn’t until the later grades—high school, college—that it was up to kids to turn things in themselves.
Nowadays it’s all so much more complicated. In the early grades, the fact that some kids have the necessary organizational skills to turn things in (and complete large, open-ended projects, and design their own science experiments, and give multi-media presentations in front of the class) has caused teachers to expect everyone to do so. It’s the 21st century, after all, and kids need to learn to take responsibility.
In the upper grades, meanwhile, homework is increasingly supposed to be turned in online. In principle, this ought to make things more convenient. But in practice, the e-turn-in procedures are often non-transparent or susceptible to technological mishaps. You think you’ve turned something in, and then it turns out later—typically after it’s too late—that you haven’t. There was some additional button you were supposed to click on.
Both trends—the lower grade “take responsibility” and the upper grade high tech turn in protocols--have dogged J as he’s moved through the system. As with so many kids on the spectrum, his ability to keep track of things is, if not lacking, then lagging. Countless man hours have gone into IEP meetings, and follow-up meetings, and follow-up follow-up meetings, in which different “stakeholders” have proposed various elaborate strategies to address the lost homework/failure to turn it in problem: all sorts of checklists and reward systems and back-and-forth communication systems. Why can’t teachers simply collect assignments (at least J’s) as they did back in the dark ages, I’d ask repeatedly. Teachers don’t have time for that, someone explained at one point. But what about all the time everyone is therefore spending in meetings coming up with alternative strategies and afterwards attempting to implement them?
If you look through Listservs for autism parents, concerns about points off for homework that was completed but not turned in on time are ubiquitous. Serious problems that lack obvious solutions are a staple of autism; lost homework shouldn’t be one of them.
No sooner had J became organized enough to turn things in on his own—this milestone occurred sometime between the end of high school and his freshman year in college—than the rules of the game up and changed. Suddenly, for his computer science classes, it turned out (a) that he was supposed to be turning things in using a program called Bitbucket, and (b) that he was getting zeroes because he hadn’t paid attention to this requirement, let alone to the logistics of Bitbucket. Of course, now that he’s in college, it’s too late for IEPs, so all I can do is bug him at the start of each next class about keeping an eye on the latest turn-in protocol and emailing his professor if anything’s unclear.
Further complicating matters, the rules for contacting professors are also changing. Some don’t want to be contacted at all via regular email, but only via Blackboard or Canvas.
Then there’s the issue of acquiring new assignments and getting back old ones—in a timely fashion, with perspicuous feedback. Theoretically, programs like Blackboard or Canvas make this easier. In practice, as with so much else on the web, the logistics are often byzantine: multiple pages to navigate among; multiple sequences of non-obvious, hard-to-find tabs to click on. You think the new assignment hasn’t been posted yet, only to discover that it was posted several days ago. You see the score on your last assignment; you might even see statistics on how the class did overall (complete with median, mode, and range); but you don’t necessarily get that crucial, qualitative feedback that one used to get back in the dark ages: personalized feedback about where one might have gone wrong and what one needs to work on in the future.
Speaking of prose that's are hard to follow, consider this passage from a local online news source:
Jung-Allen identifies as transgender, as they do not identify with the gender they were designated at birth. Terms like non-binary, genderqueer and gender non-conforming are more tailored fits, but are still also umbrella terms for people who place themselves on a spectrum among multiple, if not endless, genders. Jung-Allen does research, but isn’t pressed on defining what exact subgroup they might fall in at the moment, putting it this way: “I’m 16.” Their focus, aside from school, looking at colleges in New York and Connecticut, poetry and using their work to create conversations around transgender lives, is more focused on getting people not to misgender them in speech, or refer to them with the proper name.
They transitioned around last summer. The word “she” began to feel like a curse word or a slur, Jung-Allen explains. Support came through conversations with PYPM (Philadelphia Young Poetry Movement) members and staffers. Lee Mokobe, one of their good friends, shared stories about Mokobe’s own path to becoming a transboy. “When I heard that you could be either or both, you could be gender noncomforming, you could agender, you could be whatever you wanted. That was the light for me,” they recall.If someone wants to be called "they," I'm find with it--so long as they show tolerance towards me as I adjust linguistically and occasionally slip up and "misgender" them.
Jung-Allen transitioned around last summer. The word “she” began to feel like a curse word or a slur, Jung-Allen explains. Support came through conversations with PYPM (Philadelphia Young Poetry Movement) members and staffers. Lee Mokobe, one of Jung-Allen's good friends, shared stories about Mokobe’s own path to becoming a transboy. “When I heard that you could be either or both, you could be gender noncomforming, you could agender, you could be whatever you wanted. That was the light for me,” Jung-Allen recalls.
In your feedback, you contradict yourself. First you tell me I shouldn't have done X. But later you tell me I should have done more of X.I look back at my comment, which reads something like:
You weren't supposed to be focusing on X. Instead, you were supposed to be focusing on Y. Given A, B, and C, it's odd that your paper should have focused so much on X.And then I realize that my second sentence was too complex for my student. She hadn't processed it as a whole, but instead had extracted the embedded clause "your paper should have focused so much on X," and interpreted that as a contradiction of "You weren't supposed to be focusing on X."
Some ideas are so complex that they can only be expressed in a series of complex sentences. Sentences beyond a certain level of complexity can only be fully digested in written form, where readers can take them in at their own pace and reread as necessary. If you aren’t able to sustain the attention it takes to parse such sentences in all their complexity, or to develop the skills it takes to write them, you are shut off from whole worlds of ideas, across all sorts of disciplines, from economics to psychology; from chemistry to literary analysis.
J knows that his repetitive questions bother people. He also knows that asking repetitive questions is characteristic of autism. Together, we've Googled sites and blog posts like like "Autism and why all the repetitive questions? I am going crazy!". No amount of repetitive questioning on my part gets him either to explain why he does this, or to let up.
Not that J isn't capable of asking really interesting questions. It's just a matter of getting him off of topics like bomb hoaxes, terrorist attacks, and, of course, ceiling fans. But whenever there's a vacuum, those topics creep back in--especially around his father, who tolerates them better than I do.
One recent evening, after D had just returned from a week-long trip, J followed him into the kitchen and unleashed a bonanza of pent up questions--about bomb hoaxes, terrorist attacks, and ceiling fans. Poor D was completely exhausted and was just trying to have a beer in peace. So I joined them and tried to get J to stop, finally resorting to "asking stupid questions makes you stupid."
At which J gently pushed me out of the kitchen and closed the door.
Sitting down at the table in the adjacent room, I got out my iPhone--my go-to device for communicating with J when we're in different parts of the house.
"Asking repetitive questions give you fan-brain," I typed.
No response. The questions to D about bomb hoaxes, terrorist attacks, and ceiling fans continued.
My next text: "Is your brain on fast? Or on reverse?"
J's questions to D did not relent. But suddenly I noticed that the topic had changed. Apparently of his own initiative, J was asking a question completely outside his typical triad. "When did it become illegal to advertise cigarettes on TV?"
"Good question!" I immediately texted, while D, still behind the closed door with J, racked his memory for an answer.
I hear J's cell phone buzzing with my praise, and he asks another question. "When you were a boy, were there restrictions on cigarette ads?"
"Another good one!" I texted while D gave his reply.
Another buzz behind the door, and another new question: "Did it used to be legal to smoke inside hospitals?"
"That is a really great question!!"
And so on, for about 20 turns of text, buzz, new question, new answer. D finishes his beer, opens the door, and I beckon him over to show him what I've been up to on my phone screen. J follows behind, sees what's going on, and beams in an beautiful broad smile.
Then he heads back up to his bedroom and his assorted fans.