Category Archives: Education

“Bonjour, Jean. Comment Vas-Tu?”

Right now, there’s a proposal on the table — la table — to eliminate middle school French within 3 years.

Mon dieu!

While that’s not the extent of my French ability, it’s close.

It’s all ALM’s fault.

If you didn’t go to school in the 1960s, you missed out didn’t miss anything. ALM was a language instruction method rooted in rote repetition. Wikipedia says it was “discredited as a teaching methodology in 1970,” but those of us who suffered through it then (and after) in Westport have it seared in our brains.

“Où est Sylvie? A la piscine.”

“La neige est belle aujourd-hui.”

And something about mounting a balcony. Plus, of course, Monsieur et Madame Thibault.

Other victims students from that era have similar ridiculous and basically useless sentences embedded in our memories, crowding out anything remotely resembling vocabulary, grammar or the rest of the French language.

Which is not to say that learning French at Long Lots Junior High School was not memorable.

My 8th grade teacher was Carmen Delgado. A large, imposing and very loud woman, she was — as her name implies — not French, French-Canadian or even Cajun, but rather Puerto Rican.

Louis Pasteur, a French scientist who gained fame for inventing a cure for rabbis.

English was probably her 3rd language, which is why she said such things as “Louis Pasteur invented a cure for rabbis.”

At least that is understandable. What were 13-year-olds to make of “Daniel, what is it you are staring at? The moon of Valencia?”

I have obviously remembered at least as much English from Mademoiselle Delgado as I have French.

Also cemented into my cerebrum is a play we produced, “Astérix et Cléopâtre.” Based on what Mademoiselle assured us were very popular French cartoon figures, it probably broke every licensing law in the books. How she had the cojones to charge admission — it was only $1, but back then that was real francs — to watch us mangle the French language is beyond me. Yet that was part of Mademoiselle’s charm.

As it turns out, I have not had many opportunities to show off my lack of French. I have traveled to 5 continents, and over 3 dozen countries, but only one of them was French-speaking. (It was France, of all places). It did not snow there, and I did not need to know that Sylvie was at the pool, but I managed to eat, drink and find the bathroom (salle de bain).

I even was able — thanks to Monsieur et Madame Thibault — to know which door to use.

The snow is beautiful today. Is that Monsieur Thibault on his bicyclette?

Don’t Vote This Tuesday!

Why bother voting on Election Day?

It’s an off-year election.  Local races never matter.

Right?

  • Everyone knows the budget gets set in back-room negotiations.
  • The Board of Ed will make the same decisions about curriculum, classroom sizes, start times, standardized tests, salaries and everything else no matter who’s on it.
  • Nothing the P&Z says will stop developers and homeowners from doing what they want.
  • WTF is the RTM?

So definitely, don’t vote on Tuesday.  Far better to stay home.

And use the time writing letters to the editor (and emailing “06880″) complaining about everything that’s wrong with our elected officials.

Whether we vote or not, Westport will still be a lovely, leafy suburban community. Or an ugly, overbuilt town. (Photo/FromtheAir.com)

Tooting Josh Frank’s Trumpet

When Josh Frank received a Westport Arts “Horizons” Award in 2009 — as a “rising young artist” — he was surprised and honored.

He also felt guilty.  “I thought, ‘they recognized me, but what have I done for Westport?’” the trumpeter, composer and movie producer asked recently.

Though he lives in New York, he vowed to do more.

Josh enjoys working with kids.  He’s doing that now, teaching pro bono “master classes” for trumpeters at Staples and Coleytown Middle School.

Josh Frank

He talks with the students about trumpet fundamentals — but ties the instrument in with the real world.  “Music doesn’t exist by itself, or in a box,” he says.  “The lessons that come out of it — practice regimens, connecting with people — they’re so important in life.”

His students like to hear about his own post-Staples career.  He’s recorded a film score for a Francis Ford Coppola movie; performed at Central Park’s SummerStage with Yo-Yo Ma and Bobby McFerrin; been featured on camera in “Royal Pains”; recorded a commercial for IBM; toured as a soloist with the New York Symphonic Ensemble; helped found a chamber orchestra that’s been featured on Channel 13; and performed with his “Batteries Duo” group at various sites in Minneapolis — including the Apple Store.

The Staples (Class of 2000), Juilliard and Manhattan School of Music grad has recorded with David Byrne, and toured Japan with Boyz II Men.

Who says you can’t make a living doing what you love?

Josh Frank in action.

As if that’s enough, Josh has started teaching privately in Westport.  He’s got a few trumpet students already, but has room for one or two more.

He can relate to plenty of kids in town.

“When I first started playing, in 5th grade at King’s Highway, I was like every other kid in band,” he recalls.  “I loved it, but I had no idea where it would lead.”

But his teachers and parents encouraged and supported him.  Gregg Winters, Nick Mariconda, Adele Valovich — all those Westport instructors and more have helped make him who he is.

And now Josh Frank is paying it — and playing it — back.

And forward.

(To contact Josh, email josh@joshfrankmusic.com, or call 917-742-6040.  Click here for his website.)

Quiz The Board Of Ed Candidates

This year’s Board of Education campaign hasn’t gotten a lot of press.  The Planning and Zoning race — that’s where it’s at.

But the Board of Ed is important.  It’s the biggest part by far of the town budget, as we all know.

Still, it takes an involved citizen to sift through position papers, and listen to board candidates natter on about ERGs, CAPTs and whatnot.

If you want to know more, though, there’s one event you shouldn’t miss.

It’s this Wednesday (November 2, 7-9 p.m., Staples High School library).

It’s a “forum” — not a debate — and even better, it’s sponsored by an organization that has a true stake in this election:  Staples Student Assembly.

Someone who’s been to a past forum calls it “the most interesting” pre-election session.

“Others are scripted and boring,” this education-watcher says.

“At Staples they asked about teaching intelligent design, open campus and other good topics.”

Herman Cain is not on the Westport Board of Ed ballot.  But — if we’re lucky — a high school student or two might come up with questions that elicit Cain-like answers that reveal something fascinating about this year’s candidates.

For better, or worse.

Remembering Ralph Steinman

It was a riveting story:  Ralph Steinman won this year’s Nobel Prize for Medicine.  The Westport scientist was honored for discoveries about the immune system that led to new treatments for, and prevention of, cancer and infectious diseases.

Steinman used his discoveries to treat himself for pancreatic cancer.  But he lost his 4-year battle on September 30 — 3 days before he was announced as the Nobel winner.

Posthumous Nobels are not allowed.  But the Foundation determined this one had been awarded in good faith.  The honor stood.

Ralph Steinman, Nobel winner -- and Westporter.

Yes, an intriguing — probably even made-for-TV movie — story.  But in the swirl of publicity around Dr. Steinman the Nobel awardee, little was said about Ralph Steinman the husband, father and longtime resident.

Last weekend his twin daughters, Lesley and Alexis, talked about their dad.

He’d worked at Rockefeller since 1971, but he and his wife Claudia wanted to raise their family outside New York City.  They moved first to Sleepy Hollow, but the schools weren’t good enough.  Firm believers in public education, they heard about Westport from friends, investigated, and were sold — in large part because of the schools.

“It was the best of both worlds,” Lesley says.  “He loved the beach, he could commute to New York, and we could get a great education.”

The Steinmans moved here in 1983:  2nd-graders Lesley and Alexis, and their 5th-grade brother Adam.

Ralph Steinman with his 3 young kids, at their North Avenue home.

“Dad worked all the time,” Alexis says.  “He’d take stacks of journals to the beach.  Around the house he gardened, chopped firewood and barbecued.  He relished being ‘in the country,’ but his life was work.”

A world renowned scientist does plenty of traveling.  “He was away an insane amount,” Lesley says.  “There were meetings all over the planet.  But he never got to see any of the places.”

He spent years trying to convince skeptics that his dendritic cell immunology work had merit.

His world, Alexis says, “wasn’t Westport.  It was the scientific community.  That’s why he chilled out whenever he got back here.”

Steinman relished taking his children to to his Rockefeller lab.  “There were pipettes, centrifuges, and mice that he would touch and make them pee.  It was very cool,” Lesley laughs.

Steinman said he had no hobbies — though he skied and played tennis — and “he told all the kids we were way too multi-faceted to go into science,” Alexis says.  She and her sister both live on the West Coast, and are involved in artistic endeavors.  Adam has a law degree from Yale.

“It’s interesting:  Dad taught us to be good scientists without explicitly couching it as ‘science,’” Lesley says.

“He taught us to be critical thinkers, to make decisions based on sound data, to collaborate and not compete, and to work hard.  He never pressured us to go into the natural sciences, but he always encouraged us to be good scientists.”

When Steinman was diagnosed with cancer in 2007, he convinced doctors to harvest his dendritic cells, so he could grow his own and do his own therapy.  “They don’t let many people take their own tumors out of the hospital and work on them,” Lesley notes.

“Luckily he had success.  That, and chemotherapy, helped him live as long as he did.”

The Steinman family, in a recent photo.

Also in 2007 Steinman won the Lasker Award — the “American Nobel.”  He knew that might lead to a Nobel — which he hoped to get, because it would generate more support for his research — but when he did not win it in 2008 or 2009, Lesley says, “he just went back to work.”

He died this year without learning he’d won the Nobel Prize — though, Lesley says, “we like to think he knows he got it.”

In the days following his death, they’ve heard from hundreds of Steinman’s colleagues and former students.  As often happens, his wife and children have learned a lot they never knew.

“He was a matchmaker in the lab!” Alexis says with surprise.  “We found out about all these marriages he helped arrange, and all the kids that resulted.”

“We got a lot of emails from renowned scientists who came through his lab,” Lesley says.  “They talked about how inspired they were by him.  They said they carry his excitement with them, and now they use his lessons with their own students.”

His children also discovered “how proud he was of us,” says Alexis.  “I work in costumes in L.A.  I never knew he was so impressed with Lesley and my creativity, and that he knew how hard we work.”

At the same time, Alexis adds, “We told his colleagues and students how much he thought of them, because he always told us.  But they didn’t know.  I think that was how he kept all of us from being spoiled.”

Claudia and Ralph Steinman

While Steinman was a “father” to so many scientists — and was often away from home — Claudia did most of the child-rearing (while pursuing a full-time career in real estate).

“They complemented each other so well,” Lesley says.  “They were very different, but very much in love.  They were always so affectionate with each other.

“And he always said he would not have been as successful without her love and support.”

Fresh From The Farm

The folks running Wakeman Town Farm are finishing their fundraising drive.

But they’re not letting grass produce grow under their feet.  They’re also busy organizing upcoming events — all the way through the summer.

Weekend gardening workshops for adults will start “sooner rather than later.”

In November Erin Ostreicher, a rising star in the world of flower arranging, hosts a Thanksgiving Centerpiece workshop.  Events include cornucopias, hollowing out pumpkins to fill with flowers, spilling over with gourds and flowers, and more.

December brings a wreath-making workshop, with perhaps a holiday tea and tree trimming event.

Wakeman Town Farm will soon hum with activity.

Looking further ahead, a summer “Junior Farmer Camp” for kindergarteners through 2nd graders (called “Homesteaders”) will include animal husbandry (aka collecting eggs from nesting boxes, plus feeding chickens, bunnies and goats); tending a garden, harvesting veggies and turning them into delicious snacks, and making crafts from whatever the Homesteaders grow.

The camp’s 3rd through 5th graders will do all of the above activities, along with a more intensive botany/animal biology curriculum.  They’ll start plants from seed; do succession planting, harvesting and trellising, and enjoy arts and crafts that are age appropriate for this “more mature” set.

Middle school “apprentices” start before the summer.  Youngsters sign up for the full year (as an after-school activity), with the option of staying on throughout the summer.  They’ll learn about farming from seed to harvest — and all things in between.

High school internships — including the special last-quarter-of school senior internship program — will also continue.

Parks and Rec is promoting many of the Town Farm activities.

Who says there’s nothing new under the sun?

Kindergarteners Do Answer Questions

Recently, “06880″ posed a question the Board of Education needed answering:  When was kindergarten first offered in the Westport public schools?

Plenty of readers posted answers online, with recollections dating back to 1941.

But that’s not the half of it.

According to Jennifer Robson, administrative assistant to the superintendent, additional sleuthing in the Town Hall vaults showed records of 4- and 5-year-olds being educated as far back as the late 1800s.

In 1916 — the 1st year that record books actually describe children by grade (not just age) — the Bridge Street School (predecessor to the original Saugatuck Elementary School, on [duh] Bridge Street) had a “sub-primary grade,” filled with 4- and 5- year-olds.

By 1918, there were 26 students in what the Bridge Street School actually called “kindergarten.”

Student rosters read like a hit parade of old time Westport names: DeMatttio, Gilbertie, Saponare, Valiante, Tedesco, Cribari, DeFeo, Fiore and Zeoli, among others.

Youngsters at the Bridge Street School, around 1915. Recognize any relatives?

Jennifer says that the other schools in town did not appear to have kindergarten at that point.  They also enrolled far fewer students than the Bridge Street School.

“They seemed to run more like country schoolhouses,” Jennifer notes, “with perhaps 30 students total, spread through grades 1-5.”

What are your recollections of your early school days in Westport?  Click “Comments” to respond.  Let’s limit this one to elementary schools, with no tangents into No Child Left Behind, Obama’s education policy, or anything else please!

A Question Even A Kindergartener Can Answer

For some reason, NESDEC — the organization that does yearly enrollment projections for the Westport Public Schools — recently contacted the Town School Office looking for background info.

One question was:  What year was kindergarten first offered in our schools?

The answer is:  No one is sure.

Records trace Westport kindergarten back to 1953 — but they’re incomplete before that.

So, “06880″ readers:  If you attended kindergarten here any year before Dwight Eisenhower and Queen Elizabeth II took over, click “Comments” and tell us when.

Inquiring minds — and NESDEC — want to know.

Was there kindergarten in Westport in 1952? "06880" readers must know.

School Happens

An alert “06880″ reader remembered a long-ago post about the beginning of school.  She liked it then — but her kid was a toddler.

Now he’s all grown up — 5! — and ready to start school.  She asked for a copy of the story.  Here it is:  For parents of new students, old students, students themselves, and anyone else who has ever gone to school.

Summer vacation ends with a thud this week (we hope).  Each year it’s the same:  One day a kid’s free as a cat; the next he’s trapped, chained to the rhythm of the school calendar for 10 long months.

Some youngsters love this time of year; they’re eager to greet old friends, and meet new ones.  Or they can’t wait for the smell of newly waxed floors, the security of assigned seats, the praise they know will be lavished on them day after day.

Others abhor it.  The thought of entering a strange building filled with strange faces, or trying to be part of a group of peers who won’t accept them, or sitting for hours at a time, doing work they can’t stand, is excruciating — even physically sickening.

Around this time each year, I think about the entire school experience.  I wonder which kindergartner will hate school for the rest of the year because his teacher makes a face the morning he throws up in front of everyone, and which will love school because an aide congratulates her the afternoon she almost puts on her coat all by herself.

Which 1st grader will invent any excuse not to go to gym because he can’t throw a ball, and which will get through the school day only because he knows gym is coming soon?

Which 4th grader will walk meekly into class each morning with just 1 ambition — to get through the day without anyone noticing how ugly, or stupid, or poorly dressed she is — and which will look back on 4th grade as a turning point in her life because a guidance counselor took the time to talk to her, to show her how to comb her hair better, to make her feel good about herself?

Which 5th grader will have a teacher who does nothing when she catches him cheating on a test — too much effort to raise such a touchy issue — and which will have a teacher who scares him so much when he’s caught that he vows to never cheat in school again?

Which 6th grader will enter middle school intent on making a name for himself as the best fighter in his class, and which with the aim of never getting a grade lower than an A?  Which 6th grader’s ambition will change, and which will remain the same?

Which 9th grader will temper his fledgling interest in current events with the feeling “it’s retarded; no one else in class cares,” and which will visit the New York Times website every day because her class is working on “this really neat project”?

Which 10th grader will hate English because all she does is read stupid books assigned by the stupid teacher from some stupid list, and which will go to Barnes & Noble on his own for the first time because his teacher suggests there are more books by the same author he might enjoy?

Which 12th grader will have the brains to apply to 3 Ivy League schools, but lack the common courtesy to thank a teacher who wrote glowing recommendation to all of them?  And which will slip a note in a teacher’s box the morning of graduation that says, “Thanks.  I’m really glad I had you this year”?

It’s easy to wrap our school years in nostalgic gauze, or try to stuff the bad memories down our mental garbage disposals.

We also tend not to think in concrete terms about what goes on inside school walls every day.  Learning, we assume, happens.  Kids read, write, use computers, draw, eat and see their friends.

We seldom realize how much of an impact this institution we call “school” has on our kids.  Or how much it has had on us.

TED Talks To Westport

Some Westporters are addicted to cigarettes.  Others, to “American Idol.”

I’m addicted to TED.

Ted is not a person, though human beings are an integral part of TED.  The acronym stands for Technology, Entertainment and Design, but the tagline says it best:  “Ideas Worth Spreading.”

TED talks — available on its website — are bite-sized videos (18 minutes max) packed with compelling, mind-boggling lectures on topics as diverse as the life that teems throughout the universe, the world of penguins, and the upcoming “demise of guys.”

Like crack or heroin, once you’ve taken a hit of TED, you need more, more, more.

And just as certain drugs are “gateways” to others, TED leads to TEDx.

TEDx is a program of local, self-organized events that bring people together to share TED-like experiences.  This Tuesday (August 23, 10 a.m. to 1 p.m.), the Westport Library hosts a TEDx event.

In keeping with both TED and the library’s focuses on the future, this TEDx will examine what today’s innovators and tomorrow’s leaders are thinking — from finding new ways to live in a technologically integrated world, to helping senior citizens in their homes, and more.

And who better to explore those ideas than teenagers?

Ben Meyers — a June graduate of Staples, where he organized Ecofest — spearheads the upcoming TEDx.

Presenters on Tuesday include rising Staples seniors Carson Einarsen, Logan Rosen and Isaac Stein, and recent grad Adam Yormark.

If you’ve never seen a TED video — or been to a TEDx event — go.  You will be inspired, provoked, challenged and energized.

Not to mention, addicted.

(Click here for free online advance registration — it’s required.  PS:  Lunch will be served.)