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The Big Idea -- it's bad education policy - latimes.com

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Sir Ken Robinson, via Ken Bass of the Englehard Project

The other day Alicia and I went a lecture about educating the whole person, brought to us by Randy Bass of Georgetown through his work with the Englehard Project.

My favorite part was the video Bass showed of Sir Ken Robinson talking about how schools destroy creativity.

Officials Step Up Enforcement of Rights Laws in Education, NYT

I think this NYT article signals an important moment in American education. We have to scour the scum of racism from every atom of every school if we ever want to regain our strength as a nation.

NYT magazine article on teacher education by elizabeth green

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/07/magazine/07Teachers-t.html#

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March 2, 2010

Such an amazing experience just now at the writing center -- a student came in to discuss a paper on Dylan Thomas' poem, "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" -- which Daddy & I discussed so many times (especially right after grandma's death ) -- just now on the anniversary of Daddy's death. The student was a sweet, tall, gangly handsome Albanian boy -- my messenger angel. Thank you, Daddy.

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.