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What I predicted could happen in Montgomery County is now on the table in Fairfax County, Virginia: eliminating transportation to GT Centers. So sayeth yesterday’s Washington Post:

Fairfax County Superintendent Jack D. Dale yesterday revealed new details about the economic downturn’s potential hit on the region’s largest school system, offering a budget scenario that includes no cost-of-living raise for teachers, an increase in class size and elimination of such services as busing to centers for gifted and talented students

Unlike MCPS, which has 6 Centers throughout the county serving students in grades 3-4 (the upper 1-3% whose needs can’t be met in the home school), Fairfax has 23 Centers, which with a few exceptions serve students in grades 3-6 and a broader range of GT kids. You can get an overview of GT services in Fairfax here. To complement the Centers, neighborhood schools have instituted “Level IV” classes. But like MCPS, the weakness that model is site-based management, where principals have ultimate decisionmaking power for their building, and the pressure is on for heterogeneous grouping.

Not surprisingly, the Fairfax GT listserv is lighting up.

Some parents believe this is part of a larger endgame by FCPS to put a nail in the coffin of the Centers without arousing too much parental protest. Elimination of bus service–given the horrendous traffic in the area–would mean that families with two working parents would be hard pressed to do the driving. Add in having kids at multiple schools….nightmare. So broadly speaking, only families with one parent home (read: wealthier) would be able to swing having a student attend a Center. Fewer students in the Centers, predominantly wealthier familiees…. Well, you can see where this is going.

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Maybe it’s the election, but my offended-o-meter seems to be particularly touchy of late. And what set it off the other day was an innocent enough posting by a parent to an online forum. The substance of her question–about math and application to the Center programs–was non-controversial. What raised my hackles is how she nonchalantly dropped that she is a DC resident sending her kid to a Bethesda elementary school.

Excuse me?!

This phenomenon first came to my attention earlier this year, when the Post ran this article, D.C. Parents Look Outside the Box for Public Education: Tuition Paid to Md., Va. Schools. It struck me as curious, as I had never heard of this practice before, but like others, I just let it slide by as I read through the story. This fall, perusing the class list for C.’s program, my eyebrows went up at a DC address. Custody issue maybe? However when it popped up in my in-box over the weekend, it just struck a nerve.

Not to take anything away from enterprising DC parents, but how is it fair for non-residents to buy their way into MCPS, when there are county residents with kids in low performing schools who would *love* to send their kids to an elementary school in a higher performing part of the county? (We won’t even talk about the Center Programs, etc.–can it even be possible?.) How is it fair, when it’s virtually impossible to get a transfer approved unless you can prove “unique hardship?” And if this option is going to exist, why isn’t the information readily and publicly accessible? Where’s the transparency and accountability?

I checked the MCPS website section that deals with enrollment to see if I could find any information about this option. No surprise: Nada. Seems pretty emphatic that you have to be a legal resident of MoCo–most schools vigorously police this. I put “nonresident tuition” into the MCPS search engine. That pulled up this nugget from the June 25, 2007 Board of Education meeting:

Tuition for Nonresident Students for FY 2008: The Board increased the tuition rates for nonresident students for the 2007-2008 school year as follows:

  • Elementary (including kindergarten) from $12,636 to $13,790
  • Secondary from $12,234 to $13,627
  • Special education from $24,946 to $27,919

Clearly the option exists. Still befuddled as to how–with such limited pubic information available–some DC parents had been able to ferret out this sweet little alternative to paying market rate private school tuition (top schools: $27K+ range), I decided to call the office responsible for enrollment. “I’ve heard that it’s possible to enroll a child in MCPS even if you don’t live here as long as you’re willing to pay tuition. Is that true?” Yes, I was told, it is. That it is on a space available basis, at the principal’s discretion. “Thanks,” I stammered. You learn something every day.

So I went back to the MPCS website, this time to the main MPCS policy page, and then the section pertaining to students. The best I could do was this:

5. Admission of Nonresident Students

a) Regardless of their willingness to pay tuition, nonresident students may be denied admission to the Montgomery County Public Schools…
c) Tuition rates will be established annually by the Board of Education upon the recommendation of the superintendent of schools.
d) A non-resident student applicant may request a specific school; however, MCPS reserves the right to determine the school of enrollment. (From Regulation JED- Residency, Tuition and Enrollment)

and this:

3. Reviews requests for enrollment for any student living with nonresident parents/guardians willing to pay tuition provided the enrollment is approved by the principal/designee and the requested school is not overutilized and is consistent with Regulation JEE-RA: Transfer of Students. The rate and collection of tuition will be consistent with Policy JED: Residency, Tuition, and Enrollment. (From Regulation JED-RA – Residency and Tuition)

Just to verify that my offended-o-meter wasn’t out of whack (heck, I’m offended…nay outraged…by Sarah Palin, but millions of women seem think she’s perfectly qualified to step into the shoes of the Commander in Chief), I spoke with my wise mom friend and told her what I had learned. She too gave mad props to the working-the-system skills of that DC mom, but agreed that it didn’t seem fair when it is so excruciatingly difficult for MCPS parents to get transfers for their students. I asked an older, MoCo-residing work colleague what she thought. Same reaction.

So I decided to contact MPCS once more, via e-mail this time. I was curious…just where, I asked, does one go to learn more about this non-resident option? And just how many of these non-resident tuition-paying students are there in MCPS anyway? Other questions I didn’t include: In which schools are these non-resident students enrolled? Do you have to reapply every year for a spot?

Want to know the response I got? Three sentences. I was told to read and review the residency policy on the MCPS website (They even gave it to me–www.montgomeryschoolsmd.org–how helpful!). I was told that it should answer several of my questions. All ending with a cheery “Hope that helps.”

Now I’ve moved from offended to rather peeved.

My hunch is that the numbers involved in this whole scheme are very small. Nonetheless, this irks me. And the MCPS bureaucracy/obfuscation even more so.

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[Link to Centering in on the Centers - Part One]

Aside from the challenging situation inside of C.’s classroom, there were also larger issues with the school as a whole, not the least of which was the fact that the school community didn’t want the Center program housed in its school. I had no clue about this situation until a few months in, but it came to the surface in an ugly way when it was learned that the school would lose it’s Title I funding because the Center program had “tipped” the FARMs rate.

Okay, translation. “FARMs” is the abbreviation for “Free And Reduced Meals,” a shorthand way of measuring a school’s poverty rate. Schools where at least 40 percent of the children in the school attendance area are from low-income families or at least 40 percent of the student enrollment are from low-income families are eligible to receive federal Title I funds, which are to be used for programs designed to improve academic achievement. The influx of 100 overwhelmingly non-FARMs Center kids caused the school’s poverty rate to drop just below the 40% threshold, jeopardizing funding for activities, extra staffing etc. that benefited the entire school community…especially those FARMS kids.

Gee, thanks Center kids.

No wonder the home school parents were bitter. Many of them were the holdouts. They hadn’t sent their kids to private school.  They had older kids who had dealt with school-within-a-school magnet friction at the nearby middle school. And now, they felt, a “we’re smart, you’re not” message was being foisted on their elementary-aged kids who weren’t accepted into the Center in their very own school. Ultimately the Central Office was able to resolve the FARMs/Title I issue, and the school didn’t lose its funding, but there was some nasty stuff on the school listserv while it was going on. And Center parents were left to absorb it. It felt like the school system left us swinging in the wind, never countering the perception that somehow Center kids were getting “more goodies,” never putting out there that the Centers were meant to meet a legitimate educational need for this population of students.

And then were the other school quality issues.

The PTA was dysfunctional. Magnet parents were much more likely to show up to meetings, and were willing to step up, but the remaining small number of involved home school parents were resentful and suspicious of the outsiders. As for administration communication with the Center parents…there seemed to be little interest in, and no mechanism for, exchanging information or gathering feedback on how things were going.

There were no men in the building. Well, I take that back. There was a janitor and a P.E. teacher. Call me completely sexist, but having male teachers in the building makes a difference, especially to boys. Our neighborhood school was fortunate to have male teachers at several grade levels, plus a male music and P.E. teacher, a male vice principal, several longterm volunteers and a male in charge of the school’s after-care program.

There was the music program–or the lack of one. The woman who taught music was just flat out awful. Here you had a group of kids who probably played music at a higher rate and more seriously than most 4th and 5th graders–and this woman managed to make them hate music. She basically just yelled the whole class period (I know…I observed a class.)

There was the lunch room. At the beginning of the school year someone had the bright idea of assigned seating. They took these 50 brand new-to-the-school kids and carefully sprinkled them around the lunchroom, presumably so they could all become one happy rainbow school community. Talk about stupid. Talk about alienating. One of the purposes of the magnet ostensibly was for these highly gifted students to be with peers. They hadn’t even had a chance to get to know their new classmates and gel as a class before they were putting them at tables with kids that a) already knew each other from early elementary school and b) probably had very little in common in terms of interests. But it got worse. The lunchroom was presided over by a woman that I came to refer to as The Lunch Nazi. She ruled that room with an iron fist. No talking. And just to make sure that it was sufficiently quiet, she would read aloud or screen videos during lunch. Crikey! Kids need to be able to talk, socialize. (Note: How do I know all this? Occasionally I would go have lunch with C. and subversively whisper to C. and her classmates. You can learn a heck of a lot about your kid–and a school–by visiting during lunch.)

Recess was just as bad. Rather than make playground announcements while the students were in the lunchroom (“The far corner of the field is muddy, please don’t go there…”) they lined up to go out onto the playground, walked through the door and then had to line up–by class– on the blacktop once more to get these announcements. By this time these kids were practically vibrating with pent-up energy, and the clock was ticking on precious recess time. I swear, it felt like inmates in a prison yard.

The whole thing just blew me away, to the the point that I marched into the office of our neighborhood school (where M. was a kindergartener) and asked if a) I could observe a typical 5th grade class (“Sure,” said a teacher who happened to be passing through.), and b) if I could observe lunch and recess. The next day I did. It was a completely different experience. The kids were allowed to talk and laugh. When it was time for recess the (male) vice principal lined up the students with the “recess song” (“Oh I love recess, oh yes I do….”), they walked to the back of the building… and then took off. That was that. It was around this time that I started calling our neighborhood school The Love School. There was just such a friendly feeling in the building. There were long term volunteers. The teachers sponsored a variety of after school clubs. The secretaries in the main office were incredibly friendly. (You CAN judge a school by it’s main office workers.) Geez, the teachers even had formed their own off-hours hand bell choir!

And how was C. doing through all this? Well some of this, like the FARMs rate issue, didn’t affect her. The other stuff simply was. It was low level stress. She read a lot in class. She hunkered down. Things in her class got somewhat better by January, when Chair Thrower was moved to a GT/LD Center, but the teacher never really regained control. C. just never found an adult in the building with whom to connect.

C. definitely found some alpha girls to connect with, but there was friction with the boys, particularly on the playground and later in the year someone wrote mean graffiti by her name on a sign up sheet. C. recently mentioned an incident I had totally forgotten, wherein during an assembly in front of the whole school she was called up and asked to put on a dictionary costume or somehow “be” a dictionary. I have no idea what kind of an assembly this was, and if she was chosen randomly or singled out by her peers, but I do remember that she came home crying that day. Great. For a kid who was already being called The Walking Dictionary, it sure didn’t help. years later, she still doesn’t want to talk about it. The counselor, a syrupy sweet young woman fresh out of school who would periodically come in to talk to the kids, was universally ridiculed by them. “Mom, she talks to us like we’re all psych cases!” (Just as an aside, but over the years bad school counselors have been more detrimental to us than one can imagine. In retrospect we should have gone to outside counseling several years earlier, certainly at this point. But we didn’t.)

Academically C. was doing well, but there were some projects she seemed to struggle with. For example she had a write a report but just couldn’t settle down to do it. Finally I said just tell it to me and I’ll type. That child literally spun in circles with perfectly-formed, whole paragraphs coming out of her mouth. In another case it had to do with her “reader’s journal,” where one has to write about one’s reactions to the reading. C. completely disliked this. She understood the writing, understood the motives and emotions of the characters, but she just didn’t want to bare her own inner life to the teacher and possibly her fellow students. She just didn’t want to go there. Mistakenly, I thought that perhaps the demands were too high.

So the end of the year rolled around. I was tired. Tired of dealing with this school. By the spring the principal announced that she was leaving. (It probably was a combination of the FARMS debacle, fallout from the chaos of C.’s class, and the headache of dealing with us parents.) The larger school community blamed the Center parents, but when it came time to meet with the cluster superintendent to discuss selection of a new principal, turnout was once more predictably thin. C., for her part, was surviving…but not thriving. She wasn’t excited about school. She wasn’t racing to tell me the cool new thing she learned today. This was certainly not the whole child experience that had been talked about 10 months earlier. And I wondered, in terms of socialization, was it really beneficial for her to be in this enclave of tightly wound kids for another year? What message was she getting when the school was overwhelmingly minority…and the program overwhelmingly wasn’t.

Meanwhile there was the siren song of The Love School, with the wonderful resource teacher who just loved C. One of C.’s fellow students had already returned there in January, leaving the Center. Should we go too? She had her alpha girl friends at the Center school…but there were also more kids who weren’t so nice. I knew that the classroom academics wouldn’t be as challenging at our neighborhood school, but,–I mistakenly rationalized–what was the harm in her “just being a kid” and having an “easy” fifth grade year? And there would be all those wrap around extras that could make up for it. I hemmed, I hawed, I wavered. C. talked with the homeschool teacher. C. and I talked. My husband and I talked. We thought. And in the end C. said our home school “won her heart.”

We wouldn’t be returning to the Center.

(And neither would her teacher. She left the teaching profession completely and returned to a career as a government economist.)

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Like many first-time Montgomery County parents, I heard about the Centers (Elementary Center Programs for the Highly Gifted) when my oldest child was in preschool. Already some in the “mommy mafia” were telling me that’s what I should shoot for for C.

Academics in the Centers, I was told, were pitched at a very high level. They fostered higher level thinking skills. They used an interdisciplinary and more creative approach to the standard MCPS curriculum. And each class would be filled with really smart kids who wanted to be there and were ready and able to work at this high level, with teachers who understood gifted kids. What was not to like? It sounded great! I just hoped that when the time came C. would be accepted. I never thought of it as a sure thing.

Back then there were four Centers and based on where we lived, if C. were selected, she would attend the one at Lucy Barnsley. Historically only a few students from our home school had chosen to attend Barnsley when given the chance, something our neighborhood school pointed to with pride as evidence of the high level of education they could provide in situ. More likely many parents simply found the long bus ride/commute daunting. When C. was in third grade MCPS opened two additional Centers, for a total of six, including one much closer to where we lived. (Doing the math, that’s two classes of 25 at each school, times six for a total of 300 kids or roughly 3% of the grade–typically what many consider highly gifted.)

The Center programs, according to the MCPS website, are “for elementary students whose needs cannot be met at the home school.” Admissions criteria were–and continue to be–rather murky. As we experienced it, in the fall of third grade the school looked at the results of the 2nd grade GT screening and based on some cut-off mark, invited students for further testing, which typically took place in January. The test MCPS uses is a SCAT normed to a higher level than the one administered by, for example, CTY. In addition there were some teacher, parent and community member nominations involved. Parents could ask that their child be tested regardless of whether he or she was among those invited for further testing. This last fact wasn’t very well-known at the time and in the past few years MPCS has made a concerted effort to increase awareness about all of its special programs among what is known in the parlance as “traditionally underserved populations.” Bottom line: there was concern that programs such as the Centers didn’t look enough like the increasingly diverse county population.

The testing was done at our school, about a dozen children took part, and in the late spring she–after grades, tests scores, recommendations and nominations were considered–C. and three other boys were offered the opportunity to attend the nearby Center program (showing that indeed she didn’t have any girl peers at her home school). We were happy but C. was unsure. She was just getting used to her new school (our neighborhood school) and there was the magnet coordinator who really “got” her and just loved her for who she was. I told C. all the wonderful things I had heard about the program. I told her that the Center would be like her math class…all kids who really wanted to learn…only for the entire day. Still she wavered. It was only when I told her that the new school would also offer a robotics team that she agreed to try it.

After the letters went out parents were invited to the Center school to learn more. In the “dog and pony show” the principal and teachers went on and on about “educating the whole child,” with my take away being that this would have all the positive aspects of the program at what had been the area’s Center, but with less stress. It was to be the kinder, gentler Center, a resource for other schools and teachers in the cluster. It all sounded so wonderful that I remember a mom of one of the boys from our school literally being in tears — tears of relief and happiness — at the prospect that her son could attend such a school. We all felt so fortunate to live in place that had this kind of program available.

So September came and we were full of optimism that at long last here was the place where C. would have her needs met, that she would be understood, that she would find other smart kids like her, would find teachers trained specifically to work with highly gifted students. I had such faith.

Alas, the reality would prove to be different. Here’s an excerpt from an email I sent a friend in mid-September:

“Imagine two classes of really smart, really intense kids who all have come from schools where they are top or near the top dog. C.’s class seems to have some great girls, many of whom she already knows, but some of the boys seem particularly “tightly wound” if you know what I mean…introverted, sort of stubborn-headed, not long on cooperation. Plus two boys in particular with what sound like some extreme behavior issues, i.e. one has already thrown a chair, backpacks… They are getting a lot of attention from the teacher. And the teacher, according to Abigail, just isn’t “enthusiastic.” I’m getting a lot of: “It’s boring.” ” The level is perfect but the pace is too slow.” “It’s so stuffy.” “It’s just blah.” Frustration that the “bad” kids are getting all the attention and preferential treatment.

In describing school, one of C.’s more memorable statements was, “Mom, there has to be some room between the neck and the neckerchief.” She was feeling strangled by school.

About this same time C. got in the car at pick up time and calmly reported that X. had choked another student in music class. Choked? This was not what I signed up for. Then I ran into a parent who told me that in circle time circle time, when going around asking kids to say what they like to do, this same child said “I like to kill things.” Yikes!!! C. had never shared that story, but talk about disturbing. One afternoon I found an excuse to volunteer in the classroom and discovered that in addition to the teacher there were two or three other adults in the classroom for various observations — and kids were still acting up!

I wrote my friend:

“On Monday I virtually had to shove her [C. ] out of the car at school, to the point where the principal came over and asked if something was wrong. I told her what I was hearing. I went to open house the other night and will have to schedule a meeting with the teacher. It’s just so disappointing. I had such high expectations for this program. That any teacher for this group of kids would by definition be high energy and enthusiastic, that there wouldn’t be any of the behavior shenanigans.

Open House night was completely underwhelming. The teacher, who had been hired mid-summer after the best teacher in the program left (for a promotion in MCPS), came off as disorganized, unfocused, mousy. She didn’t make eye contact. She was new to the school and new to MCPS, having taught in parochial school in Fairfax County after making a career transition from working as federal bureacrat. Smart, but just not the kind of person needed for a class of 25 highly to profoundly gifted kids, some with some behavior issues. Poor woman. She didn’t know what hit her. I wrote my friend, “I know you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover and I’m trying not to. Trying to imagine this teacher as a very drab dusty volume of say, The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe, or some other well-loved book, who, given the chance, can captivate.”

I followed up my curbside exchange with the principal with a meeting and then a follow-up letter reiterating my concern about what was happening in the class, that it seemed chaotic and as a result C. was reluctant to go to school. It was tricky. It was awkward. You want to say “This kid, and this kid and this kid, need to be OUT OF THERE. And by the way, this teacher is not creative/enthusiastic enough.” But of course you can’t. School officials can’t talk about other kids…so you have this big elephant in the room that you have to dance around.

I also spoke with the teacher. She acknowledged that there were problems and that they are taking steps to deal with them (she couldn’t give specifics, but said that there would be an additional teacher in the class). She said she understood what parents were expecting from this program and was committed to seeing that we get it. She knew that C. was is chafing at the pace and promised that things would be getting faster. I told her, even acknowledging that to C. would make her feel better at this point. She vowed to have lunch with C. and a few of the other girls the following week. I hoped getting to know the teacher personally would would allow C. to warm up to her a bit.

I felt so sorry for this teacher…she was new to the school system, new to the school, had a class of these really smart kids, parents with very high expectations that were sold on the wonderfulness of this program, and then was thrown some really off-the-chart “issues.” I think she was overwhelmed and hadn’t had a chance to really be the kind of teacher she wanted to be for these kids. That was my charitable view. Another mom just didn’t think she had it in her.

Meanwhile, through all of this, there was zero communication from the principal. No letter about the situation in the classroom. No meeting to check in with how the year was starting. And the parents, all new to the school, didn’t really know each other, so they couldn’t really get a reality check or gather information. There was no school directory or even informal program directory or listserv. It was only through the good thinking of one parent at Open House that a contact information sheet was circulated. This, I have come to see, is a common flaw of magnet programs. Parents are isolated from one another, and therefore can’t advocate effectively. Each is convinced that that only they are having these difficulties. And even if there is a way of communicating, parents are afraid to speak up for fear it will reflect badly on the child.

By this time I was starting to wonder, so just who is charge of the Center? Who hired this teacher? Who was responsible for supporting her? Who was responsible for “the program?” What *was* the program? (To this day it is still not possible to find detailed information on the MCPS website.) Who exactly was it designed for? How were kids selected? Because the program was such a point of pride for MCPS, because all the information about the program came from the Office of Accelerated and Enriched Instruction (the name has changed many times over the years), I had always assumed that the program was overseen at that level by “the experts.” In short, I believed what I had been told.

What I learned by hard experience was that there really was no uniform “program” per se. The Centers were more like owner operated franchises, each varying a great deal. I learned that AEI served at best in a sort of advisory role, that teachers were hired by the principal and had a few in-service trainings during the year. And I learned that this “program” that I had heard about for years as “the answer” for my child was not some static product, that it could vary wildly from year to year based on the teachers, based on the principal, based on a host of factors. There was no mechanism for feedback and assessment. No benchmarking. As a parent you could hope for the best…but basically it was a crap shoot. I say “I learned.” Well, I guess I’m a very slow learner or else eternally optimistic, because down the road I would make the same mistake again. But that’s a future post.

[Note: for a fascinating glimpse into the appeal process--and the Center selection process--check out this 2006 legal appeal for admittance into a Center Program.]

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