A raft of past programs have failed to substantially improve the reading skills of middle grade and high school students. CPS is trying once again, as part of a federal project that aims to help teens learn how to analyze complex non-fiction.
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Turning Point: My Almost Job With The UFT
Let's start the week off with a little bit of personal history that might be of interest (or not):
Fourteen years ago, I was a legislative aide in the US Senate.
Though it had sounded exciting and fun, working on education in the
Senate turned out to be boring, superficial work most of the time. My boss, Dianne
Feinstein, had just won election for a six-year term, but wasn't going to serve on the education committee anytime soon. President Clinton
had just suffered a major defeat at the hands of Newt Gingrich. The ESEA
had just been reauthorized (Improving America's Schools Act!).
I wanted to stay in education, but
perhaps move someplace like New York City where there was more action.
(I wasn't ready to be back in Chicago just yet.) There were just two NYC jobs worth wanting there, I thought. One was
working for Ramon Cortines, then head of the city’s massive public
school system. The other was working for Sandy Feldman, then head of
the city’s powerful teachers union, the United Federation of Teachers.
Click below for what happened next, plus a goofy picture of me from around that time (ie, much younger).
Let's start the week off with a little bit of personal history:
Fourteen years ago, I was a bored legislative aide in the US Senate.
Though it had sounded exciting and fun, working on education in the
Senate turned out to be boring, superficial work most of the time. My
boss, Dianne
Feinstein, had just won election for a six-year term, but wasn't going
to serve on the education committee anytime soon. President Clinton
had just suffered a major defeat at the hands of Newt Gingrich. The
ESEA
had just been reauthorized (Improving America's Schools Act!). I
wanted to stay in education, but
perhaps move someplace like New York City where there was more action.
(I wasn't ready to be back in Chicago just yet.)
There were just two NYC jobs worth wanting there, I
thought. One was
working for Ramon Cortines, then head of the city’s massive public
school system. The other was working for Sandy Feldman, then head of
the city’s powerful teachers union, the United Federation of Teachers.
I had met both of them through my work for Feinstein. Both had
an opening for a special assistant, which generally meant analyzing policies, accompanying them to events and making
sure their instructions were implemented by career folks. Far as I was concerned, the
two jobs were similar, and the two organizations were roughly parallel.
We’re all Democrats. Education is education.
Right. Only at the last
minute, during second round of interviews, did I fully realize that these
two outfits weren’t allies with occasional differences between them. They were competitors, if not enemies, most of the time. These were not equivalent jobs, at least in terms of organizational focus.
Nearly oblivious -- I guess I was desperate to leave DC -- my intervews had stumbled me on one of the most
nasty and protracted conflicts within the Democratic party: the battle
between center-leaning reformers who want to make big changes to the
education system (Cortines isn't even all that centrist) and union leaders who want to make sure that, in the
process, teachers are treated fairly.
There was something that
made me uncomfortable about working for the union -- it didn't seem very Shanker-like to me -- so I took the job
with the district. But things didn't go much better there. I worked in the soul-sucking BOE headquarters, 110 Livingston Street. Not much was getting done. Six months later, Cortines resigned. I went back
to Washington, wondering whether I’d made the right decision.
Looking back, I'm amazed at my obliviousness, and also a little bit sad that I didn't do the union thing. Not because it would have lasted longer, but because it would have helped my understanding. There are just a few folks I know -- Matt Gandel at Achieve, and John Gyurko at the UFT, who have worked both sides of the union-management fence. I can't help but think it would have helped to see both sides of things.
Anyway, now you know. Anyone else out there ever come close to working for "the other side," or encountered similar experiences? I guess moving from classroom teacher to AP might be a little like that, or from a school to the central office. Bigger still would be a CTU to CPS move, or CPS to CTU. I wonder if that's ever happened.

Turning Point: My Almost Job With The UFT
Sorry Flat Rate: This union leadership works for themselves. I have worked in administration at CPS and I have worked for the union and have found good and bad in both. When unions, like those in the TURN network work for the professionalism of their members, life is good for teachers in most educational system. However, most teachers unions are like CTU, they leave professionalism to districts who are not capable of delivering and all teachers suffer and are blamed for the lack of student achievement.
Turning Point: My Almost Job With The UFT
Read your CTU contract. This Union Leadership works for CPS
Turning Point: My Almost Job With The UFT
Yea it's happened. Marilyn Stewart went over to CPS a few years ago.
Turning Point: My Almost Job With The UFT
make that "riff"
Freudian slip?
Turning Point: My Almost Job With The UFT
"Looking back, I'm amazed at my obliviousness,..."
"Anyone else out there ever come close to working for 'the other side,' or encountered similar experiences?"
--- You didn't mention this "side," but almost all education reporters seem to be deeply oblivious, too. We do see them "move on" to policy or PR roles later.
I wonder if at any point do they get to a "this I USED to believe" moment (a rift off This American Life's twist on the end of This I Believe last weekend). A place where they realize the BS they had swallowed and perpetrated. And how they deal with that hindsight, with the shame.
Still, I suppose many could stay comfortably numb.