Study shows when black students come in, good teachers leave:
The best teachers tend to leave when their schools experience an influx of African-American students, according to a study of the Charlotte-Mecklenburg, N.C., school district published today.
C. Kirabo Jackson, an associate professor of labor economics at Cornell University, in Ithaca, N.Y., studied patterns of teacher movement in Charlotte-Mecklenburg schools between 2002 and 2003, which was when the 137,000-student district ended its long-running policy of busing students to keep schools racially integrated. His results, published in the Journal of Labor Economics, show that, at all levels of schooling, high-quality teachers—both black and white—were more likely to switch schools as the policy change began to take effect and student populations shifted.
“I’m not showing that teachers don’t like black students,” Mr. Jackson said. “I’m showing that, when you substantially change the makeup of the student population, teachers react in this way.” Read more…
Do dads get a bad rap in kid’s books?
academic studies confirm that men are underrepresented in children’s books. When they do appear they are often withdrawn and ineffectual. In spite of today’s shifting parenting roles, books aimed at pre-school children still tend to depict the mother as the sole or primary care provider. Fathers are absent, silly or just plain busy.
Maybe this annoys me because not only am I a very hands-on father (I work from home and do more than half the childcare) but I was brought up by my father from the age of 3. It worries me that even though — or perhaps because — she spends more time with me than with my partner, Ava is obsessed with the mother/child relationship. Whenever we spot an animal or bird in the park, her first question is: “Is he going home to find his mummy?” Could this be related to the world she sees at story-time? Read more…
ARP columnist Paula gives her perspective on parenting as an adoptee, AP and bio mom:
I know that for many adult adoptees, a pregnancy can elicit a broad range of feelings surrounding their own adoption, which makes perfect sense to me. But in all honesty, I personally thought very little about my own adoption or my Korean parents while I was pregnant with my daughter. In fact, the magnitude of the possibility that for the first time in my life I would actually know someone who was literally a part of me and I of them didn’t make its full impact until our daughter was well beyond the infant stage.
It wasn’t until my husband and I traveled to Korea to adopt our son that both my mind and body started to recognize, absorb and truly experience the full spectrum of emotions that I harbored about my own adoption. Being back in the country of my birth, surrounded by people who appeared so familiar and yet so foreign, was an overwhelming and surreal experience. So many times I caught myself staring into the faces of people in random restaurants, on the subways or in the streets of Namdaemun Market wondering, “Could you be my mother or father?” or “Do you know of a sibling that you might have who was sent to America over 30 years ago?” And I couldn’t help but wonder as I wandered the congested but overwhelmingly silent streets of Seoul, “Was there anyone out there looking for me? Did there happen to be even one person in this enormous city who was missing me after all these years?” Read more…