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V.25 No.14 | 04/07/2016

The Daily Word in Health Services, Education and Dollar Stores

By Peter Karlsen [ Sat Apr 9 2016 2:15 PM ]
The Daily Word

There was a progressive victory in Las Cruces even in the face of 50 to 1 spending from the opposition.

The Lt. Gov. takes to facebook to share in the incendiary rhetoric revolving around UNM Health Sciences Center's relationship with Soutwestern Women's Options.

A popular Taos teacher is leaving education citing Martinez and Skandera's teacher evaluation polices.

And here are some of the repercussions for the governor's wise choices around state health services providers.

There's lots of toxic crap on the shelves at dollar stores. That may at least partially explain the weird smell made by my wine glass shaped sippy-cup.

V.25 No.11 | 03/17/2016

Literature

Teaching Across Cultural Strengths

Press Release [ Tue Apr 5 2016 1:00 PM ]

UNM Associate Professor Alicia Chávez will be at the UNM Bookstore on Thursday, April 7, at 12pm to sign copies of Teaching Across Cultural Strengths (Stylus, 2016).

In Teaching Across Cultural Strengths, Chávez suggests that an imbalance in the teaching and learning situation exists when the teacher teaches from one cultural perspective and the student's primary learning experiences come from another cultural perspective. To enhance the possibility that the student will master the learning situation and achieve its deep objectives, it is important that college teachers expand their cultural reach and include multicultural perspectives in the teaching and learning situations. Teaching Across Cultural
Strengths offers a comprehensive set of guidelines based on a sound theoretical foundation, and empirical research that will enable college teachers to narrow the gap in cross cultural teaching and student learning.

Alicia Chávez is an Associate Professor in Educational Leadership and Policy at UNM. She has served as collegiate leader, student affairs professional, and faculty member in universities around the country. Chávez has also co-authored several books on culture and college teaching, including Web Based Teaching Across Culture and Age (Springer, 2013).

The UNM Bookstore is located at 2301 Central Ave. NE at the intersection of Cornell and Central.

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Event Horizon

No Equality Found (Yet)

Friday, Mar 25: TEDxABQ: Equity in Education

By Megan Reneau [ Wed Mar 23 2016 3:00 PM ]
Lectures on how education can progress in a positive way.
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The Daily Word in War Crimes, Education and Walter White

By Megan Reneau [ Thu Mar 17 2016 11:10 AM ]
The Daily Word

Women taking care of other women gives me hope (and also makes me continuously angry because we need to do this but WHATEVER).

It’s a witchy world for us ladies, amirite?

Invisibility cloaks (ya know, like from Harry Potter) may be available for war crimes soon! Wow!

Michelle Obama’s speech about girls’ education around the world is perfect.

We should have known Walter White left Gray Matter for a stupid reason (because he’s a dumb awful idiot).

Oliva Wilde was too old to play Leo D.’s wife in Wolf of Wall Street. He was 38 and she was 28.

Have you heard of these vigilante pedophile hunters?

We should have known that '90s boybands would save the world.

V.25 No.6 | 02/11/2016

Literature

What Makes a Snowflake?

Press Release [ Wed Feb 17 2016 12:41 PM ]
A local author visits Page One Books to read his new children's book on snowflakes.
V.25 No.4 | 01/28/2016

Vote for Education

By Megan Reneau [ Mon Feb 1 2016 12:18 PM ]

If you’re a registered voter living in the Albuquerque area (particularly if you’re in the APS district), tomorrow is an important day! A vote regarding educational bonds affecting APS, CNM and local charter schools is taking place. This could increase CNM’s capital mill levy $1 million (they haven’t gotten an increase since 1996) and APS and charter schools' capital mill levy to $575 million. Capital mill levy means the money would go towards construction, renovations, operating expenses, etc. And guess what! This won’t increase taxes!!! Whaaaaat!

So stop complaining about having to do shit and help out your local community and economy by voting! Look to see where the nearest voting center is here and if you have any more doubts, watch these videos. See y’all at the polls!

V.25 No.4 | 1/28/2016
Poverty

Opinion

The Kids are Not Alright

Study finds N.M. children at the bottom of the poverty list

By Joshua Lee
poverty -> poor education -> poor tech economy -> poverty
V.25 No.3 | 01/21/2016

School Daze

By Megan Reneau [ Mon Jan 25 2016 4:48 PM ]

We've been talking a lot about the educational system here at the Alibi recently, which you can read more about in the latest issue that's available 'til Jan. 27 (get it while you can). I’m going to recount some of my best and worst educational experiences. My time in the public (and briefly private-ish) educational system was a wild ride, and within most of my memory, not a good one. Let’s see why!

When I was in second grade I was sexually harassed by a boy in my class. Over the school year he gathered other boys to chase me and harass me. When I would complain to teachers they would tell me something like, “Oh he just likes you!” or “Boys will be boys. Ignore him and he’ll stop.” My best friend was the only person who took me seriously. She would chase him and threaten him back, which would stop them for a while, but since she was in the grade above me, she couldn’t always be there. I started dissociating around this time.

In third grade I was placed in the same class as my harasser again, even though I had made many complaints about his behavior. I remember I cried all night the day before classes started because I was so afraid to be in the same space with him again. My mom fought most of the year trying to get the school administration to change their decision but they said all the other classes were full. Because I was in the same class as this kid again, I was nervous and distracted all the time. My teacher would yell at me a lot for a few reasons: I didn’t pay attention, I collected rocks from the playground (which I guess was stealing school property) and because I had a hard time doing math.

Nothing particularly notable happened until middle school (or maybe it did and I just can’t remember because of the dissociation junk). One of my best friends who had an aptitude for math was yelled at by our math teacher because he didn’t show his work. He explained that he didn’t show his work because he could do it all in his head and out teacher said he couldn’t and was probably cheating.

Our humanities teacher, on the other hand, was very funny and somewhat imperious (though, I suppose most adults are at that age). He encouraged me to write like there was no tomorrow. It was his last year teaching at our school, so at the end of the year I wrote him a poem about how I would miss him and how he really helped me and he cried. We both were proud.

My seventh grade science teacher was absolutely ridiculous. I asked her a question about some type of rock and she actually responded, “Because God made it that way, sweetie.”

My eighth grade history teacher was also very encouraging to me as a writer. For a paper about an event during the American Revolution, I wrote it how I thought a journalist during that time would write it, and after I read it to the class she asked me if I plagiarized it. She didn’t mean it to be insulting (though I was offended, cuz I write gr8) she was just incredibly surprised that a young teenager could write like that so convincingly.

At the beginning of high school I went to a charter school. During the first semester, while my humanities teacher was giving a lecture, I raised my hand because I had a question (like ya do), and then she stopped her lecture and yelled at me for interrupting her.

By the time tenth grade began, I started going to a public school. My anxiety and depression were the worst I had ever experienced in my life at that point (within memory). Thankfully all of my teachers were incredibly kind and eager to teach.

My class schedule was a bit unusual because I went to a school with a different curriculum the year before. I was kind of behind in science (I had taken the class that juniors took at that school, but I hadn’t taken what freshmen took) and ahead in history. So in my science class I was with a lot of kids who had failed it many times. The kid who sat behind me tried to feel me up one day and the teacher didn’t even write him up. Another kid would bother me constantly about dating him which made me extremely uncomfortable. The teacher was nice but he didn’t protect me, which I resent.

My history teacher was completely different. She was lively, intelligent and treated her students how they treated her. She taught me to be studious, respect myself and to stand up for myself. I felt safe in her classroom.
My English teacher was hilarious, kind and patient. I felt like I could be myself around him and I felt safe in his classroom, too. He taught me to be critical and seriously inquire about things and to be confident about my writing and my awkwardness.

By the time eleventh grade started, the school system (and therefore a lot of teachers) began to rely heavily on technology. I remember in one class in particular—my English class—if the computer didn’t work for some reason, we weren’t going to be taught that day. This forced technological shift was particularly difficult for me because I’ve always learned best by actually doing something, not reading about doing things or being told how to.

My first English class in college didn’t go well. My teacher talked to everyone like we were children and was noticeably nicer to the guys in class. Once she gave me a paper back telling me to make the exact corrections that she made and I would get an A. I did what she said and got a D on the paper.

My second English class was a completely different experience. My teacher was incredibly kind, exceptionally encouraging and inspirational. It was her last semester teaching, which is a shame because I wanted to take more or her classes.

I ended up giving up on college because—much like the forced technological shift I experienced my junior year—it was too much reading about doing things and not enough doing for me. Regardless of my bad experiences, I’m extremely grateful for the educational opportunities I’ve had because at the end of the day, I learned something.

V.25 No.3 | 1/21/2016
Skipping
Tamara Sutton

Education

The Kids are Alright

Memoirs of an educational assistant

By Taylor Grabowsky
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Dickens was talking about teaching when he wrote that, right?
Runnin Jewels
Rob

Education

Expanding the Achievement Gap

The privatization of education in the days of No Child Left Behind

By Maggie Grimason
When test scores become the pinnacle of academic achievement, teachers and students alike are done a great disservice.
KerryTron

Education

Post Post Modern Learning

CNM's tech department gears up for the future

By Joshua Lee
CNM’s Computer Information Systems department is obviously where you should find yourself if you're looking to begin a career in technologies, or if you're a professional interested in learning about whatever amazing breakthroughs have happened since breakfast.
A typical human place of learning
Arielle Jay/Morguefile.com

Education

Philomath is Where I Go

Getting from here to there with a love of learning

By August March
Practically anyone can pursue and secure new knowledge that may be used to improve one’s station in life, increase economic standing and become more interested and aware in the world around them.

Education

Game Changers

Locals tell about the classes and teachers that made a difference

By Renee Chavez
Alibi took to the streets of Burque to ask the locals, “What is the best class you've ever taken or who is the best teacher you've ever had?”
V.25 No.3 | 01/21/2016
A view from the heights
Courtesy of the author

Creative Non-Fiction

Number Eleven

By August March [ Wed Jan 20 2016 9:45 PM ]

There is something wrong with waiting for the Sun-Tran bus number eleven at seven in the morning thought Charlie Jones as he dragged upon a Camel straight and adjusted the band on his watch. A couple of pigeons wandered over and he threw them each ample quantities of the three-day-old Allsups burrito buried in his coat pocket.

Jones was wearing stuff from his father's closet. There was something about that woolen cowboy-style suit jacket and the bolo tie—a turquoise and coral affair that depicted the Zuni Sun God—that made Charlie itchy and paranoid.

—Someone else wore this stuff around Burque thirty years ago and now it's my turn, he mumbled to the small birds.

The Lomas bus followed a wide path made from concrete and dinosaur juice and ended up on the edge of the mountains, a place nearby to Charlie's destination. On board, Jones read through his notes for the day. Once in a while, he looked out the window. The bus drove through places that used to be open range, filled with sage and snakes and the ruins of cars that never made it to Califas.

—So Tony y la familia settled in Barelas, a passenger across the aisle gravely intoned.

Charlie got out of the bus after it crossed Juan Tabo and walked the rest of the way to the high school. The place was mostly painted purple. There were also about three hundred or so depictions of lions—some sculptural—saturating the campus with an air of vibrancy, ferocity.

—The school mascot left its spoor everywhere, Jones whispered reverently.

As Charlie marched through the administrator’s area on the way to his classroom, he was mistaken for a student by the new community resource officer, a man who had just moved to Burque from New Jersey—looking for something he just knew was hidden somewhere in the sprawling western lands. His name was Dwight.

Jones produced his faculty ID. He gave the old man a solemn pat on the back, thanking him for his vigilance and incomparable public service. The two men wandered away from the other satisfied and confident about their ability to communicate with individuals from outside their respective subcultures.

It was still early; Charlie stopped by the teacher's lounge. He had a Sony Walkman in his bag. Jones was about to activate side two of the new Radiohead album when Bob Baca, the biology teacher appeared. Bob began chatting about invertebrates in a very excited tone and then with no small amount of verbal craft segued loquaciously and nearly seamlessly into a diatribe about the wonders of religion.

—A single dude like you ought to give church a try, said the biology teacher, inducing a sense of mock frenzy in Charlie’s fingers, which were unable to flip the cassette tape over at that precise moment due to an overwhelming sense of ennui in the rest of his body.

He reached his room, unlocked the door and activated the switch on the wall. Lights fluttered to life and computers booted. Students began to wander in. One of them asked Charlie if it was true that he was a communist and let his summer school students read Chairman Mao's little red book last year. Charlie waved off the question and made sure he stood with his hand over heart when they played the Star Spangled banner over the intercom that morning.

Jones gave a lesson about how technology was influencing rock music. One of his students, Zach, jumped out of his seat near the end of the talk, and began belting out "Destination Anywhere," by Bon Jovi while gesturing madly at the students in the back of the room. After a couple of verses, he retreated—funky, outrageous and parade-style through the classroom door, never seen again.

During the scheduled lunch break, Charlie sat behind his desk and played Oregon Trail on the Apple IIe. Afterward he spent the afternoon discussing a relatively new thing called the world wide web with a group of final-year students who he believed were probably going to end up designing nuclear weapons or implementing carnivorous global marketing strategies.

On the way out to the bus stop at the end of the day, he nearly tripped over Bob Baca. Jones was looking down, trying to find the rewind button on his music player. Just as he slid awkwardly past Baca, the tape inside the machine reset itself. A recording of Thom Yorke's voice began telling all about a dystopian world—filled with crash survivors and characters right out of Shakespeare—that was just around the corner.

—Fitter, happier, more productive, the voice on recording said with the informative precision of machines.

Charlie cranked up the volume, flashed Baca the peace sign and crossed the street. He walked to the bench where a bus was always waiting and listened.

V.24 No.53 | 12/31/2015
Photo by Beshr Abdulhadi • flickr.com/beshro

Event Horizon

One City, Many People

Saturday, Jan 9: People Create Cities: The Lebanese/Syrian Community

By Taylor Grabowsky [ Thu Jan 7 2016 10:30 AM ]
Learn about the Syrian and Lebanese people who helped create Albuquerque.
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