A Weekend of Contrast
Friday April 25th 2008, 1:33 pm
Filed under: Bringing Down the Man, City Life, Deep thoughts, Work

Getting out of the city for a long weekend is always a welcome treat, especially after the winter we just had. I don’t know if I can remember a winter that has lasted so long or has been so consistently cold and I’d prefer it if the city could make sure it doesn’t happen again. I figure I’m paying enough in taxes and parking tickets, the least the city could do is give me a few days above the 30 degree mark.

Anyway, it was pretty great spending the weekend with Sarah and some great friends in West Virginia. Watching my friend Corey get married was something I never expected in my lifetime, but leave it to him to defy my expectations. It was a great morning ceremony with a brunch reception, and honestly, does it get better than pancakes at a wedding reception?

I think not.

Coming back to the city was a dose of reality. The warm weather brought with it a wave of gun violence. Already this year too many Chicago Public School students have been gunned down - some targeted, some random. Growing up in southeast Ohio, gun violence is a rarity and when it does happen, the entire region is in shock. Here in Chicago, you quickly become desensitized to it until numbers start popping up in the paper like, “24 CPS students killed so far this year,” or, “36 shootings, 9 killed.” By then the weight of the situation is overwhelming.

The answer, I fear, is much more complicated than the gun legislation being called for by the mayor. The guns being used to commit these acts are not legal in Chicago, but regardless, the question needs to be asked - why are folks seeking these guns out to commit these acts? What is it the convinces kids in our schools that academic success is not a viable option?

Since joining the staff and collective effort of Teach For America, I’ve heard some very valid weaknesses of our two-year program that brings talented college graduates into our nation’s most under-resourced classrooms. I can understand the worry among traditional career teachers, but I have to ask - what else are they doing? Are they moving into a severely under-resourced district with a tradition of weak student test scores and applying for a job? If they are taking those steps, are they walking into their classrooms expecting their students to perform as high, if not higher, than their suburban counterparts?

That’s what our corps members are doing. They walk into classrooms full of students with low test scores with a sense of possibility and the energy needed to walk in step with their students. It’s what I see in my friends that teach here in the city, and principals and superintendents need to have the power to weed out the teachers that fall short.

Education is certainly not the only key to turning around this resurgence in violence, but it surely is a good start. We have to start fighting the overwhelming helplessness and cynicism that pollutes our conversations and efforts to turn the tide. Now if we could just find more leaders in our districts and schools that are willing to demand every decision be made with the best interest of students in mind… now that would be revolutionary.



Lessons Learned in the Windy City
Thursday April 10th 2008, 11:59 pm
Filed under: City Life, Growing Up

So, when people say to you, “oh, don’t worry about that parking ticket… you have out-of-state plates so you’re fine,” what should your reply be?

- a) Hey!  Great point!  I’ll park wherever I want!
- b) Hmm… are you sure?  Is that some type of weird law in Chicago?
- c) Shut the freak up.  I screwed up, now I’m paying my ticket so the city doesn’t get ticked off a boot my car.

A couple of months ago, I would have probably started out at B, but soon landed on A.  It would save me money that I could spend on important things (like coffee and beer) and everybody knows what a pain it can be to park in this city.  I mean, it’s not like I’m parking in front of a hydrant or in a bus stop… just in a residential zones that get checked randomly.

Well, that’s before the city of Chicago came to the realization that this car with Ohio plates happened to accumulate a couple (or 6 or 7) tickets over the past three years.

Now, you have to understand, the city of Chicago is a greedy whore.  Apparently it is necessary to pay for our mayor to travel all over the world to scope out cities planning for the Olympics.  It’s also apparently necessary to pay the court clerk $125,000 a year and provide a “business analyst” that happens to drive her around.  I really would love to sit down with her and give her the overused line from Office Space, “So what is it exactly… that you say… you do here?”

So anyway, back to Chicago, the greedy whore.  Well, if Chicago sees a way to put a few bejamins in the bank account, there is no way the city is going to miss it.  So, if a well-meaning guy from Ohio happens to let a few tickets slip to the land of forgetfulness, Chicago likes to remind that guy that it never forgets a dolla.

So, Chicago came looking for its money.  I’m not exactly sure how much I owe, but it is definitely more than I wanted to spend at one time.  It’s my fault.  I was stupid.  I should have paid the tickets when they came through, but it just didn’t happen.  I’ll make a quick list of excuses…

- I was just getting on my feet and too poor
- They wouldn’t let me pay in “services rendered”
- They also wouldn’t take Schrute Bucks (or Stanley Nickels)
- I was morally opposed to the outrageous parking fines
- 2006 was the year I made a resolution not to pay parking tickets
- I forgot

The city decided today was the day to remind me that I owed money.  So now I feel kind of dumb… and irresponsible.  I’m not a big fan of letting crap like this happen, but I’ll live.

Maybe it is the inspiration I need to get back into the habit of using public transportation.

Regardless, the moral of the story is to give the city of Chicago all of your money.  You, in return, will get access to lots of parks filled with rude employees and roads with potholes that eat Vespas.

This message has been brought to you by the Chicago Tourism Commission.  If you’d like to help me support Chicago in its efforts to make loads of dough, please donate here (this isn’t a joke… this is really a lame solicitation).