by geezer in Paris
Sun Jun 3rd, 2007 at 08:42:41 AM EST
Enterprise Village
--or, Foundations of Democracy?
Some years ago we needed to return to the US because of what was becoming a family diplomatic emergency- a new baby was coming. Relatives were overwhelmed with the need to participate in that strange ritual of being as involved as possible in the rather sloppy birth drama. It was the middle of the school year. My son Adrian was ten, and would need to get into school, but we were not too worried- he had available to him one of the better public schools in the area, and all his records were in order.
When we registered him, we were told that we were fortunate- that a new program called "Enterprise Village" was being initiated for the good students, and that he could participate---if his three years of French schooling had not retarded his educational development too severely. When tests showed him to be about two years ahead of his American cohorts, we heard no more about that issue.
From the diaries - afew
Based on the cooperation of local and national business groups, and the local school system, Enterprise Village was to be a harbinger of the future- a shining example of how to properly prepare kids for the new job opportunities that were being created for the next generation of young workers. This description was at least partially true- this sort of program is now common in the U.S.
Adrian was a good student then, and loved to read, to learn and to think. He was ambivalent about going back. His language skills and cultural adaptation had finally reached the point where he was at home in France and in French schools, and he had friends. We told him that it was temporary, and that he would have the chance to decide for himself where he wished to reside and to learn. The school he would attend was the same one he had attended before we came to France, and that helped. He reluctantly agreed.
Any experienced traveler can imagine the chaos as we reassembled a household in our abandoned-looking home in Florida and prepared for the arrival of a new baby. At least school was a done deed, we thought--one less thing on our plate--and we shipped Adrian off to the "Village", and got on with adjusting to being back.
The administrative staff at Adrian's school was well known to us. We had pulled him out of the same school and moved to France four years earlier when they stashed the library in boxes and turned the space into a "Media center", so we had some real differences with their approach. But we were confident that our boy was in well-meaning hands, and the options were limited. The sincerity and good intentions of the principal and her team was real, and her good humor was contagious. So we swallowed our doubts, and stuck him in there.
Adrian, however, was not so happy. He would come home a bit bedraggled, and bury himself in his old books, which he had rediscovered in our library. Wondrous event! A feast for the mind- an entire room full of books, many of which he could now, for the first time, read for himself. Kipling's Jungle Book, in the full size version, was now intelligible to him! So it was a while before we realized that he was miserable. Months, in fact.
By the time we thought to remark on his black moods, and to question him about them, he seemed to be adapting to the new school. Yet his joy in learning seemed to be waning.
We asked about "enterprise village", and this is what he told us.
He would go to what would have been his regular class, where they would take attendance, and then they would watch "Channel One". Whatthehell was channel one, we asked, and what was it doing in his home room?
Turns out "Channel One" is a deal where the school gets a lot of video equipment "free" if they make the kids available every day as a captive audience to watch a program of kid-friendly stuff---and ads, of course. Too weird, we thought. We do not do television in our home, but---it's the real world, we told ourselves. Perhaps it's time he got exposed- inoculated, we hoped.
After his dose of consumer-speak, he would go to another part of the building, where the real schooling took place. The teachers there were hired and vetted by the cooperative committee that ran the program and made curriculum, and finally, at long last, he got to learn.
What did he learn? (are you ready for this?)
To run a fast food restaurant.
Operate a register, keep daily accounts, change the grease in the fryers----
This for the good students.
Dear God, I wonder what future the "business community" sees for the rest? From the fryer into the fire? Markets and education, naked.
I finally had the wit to ask, "What do the other kids think?"
"I dunno. Until they locked the doors, a lot of them left to sneak off to the playground."
The next week, I asked again. "So now what do they think?" He said, "Well, they made them unlock the doors because it was a fire hazard, but they just put a cop in the playground".
A short time later, a week before Adrian left that school for another similar one in Orlando, I asked once again what the other kids thought.
Adrian said, "Better, dad. We found a hole in the fence, and now we sneak off to play ball where the cop can't see us."
"Don't the rent-a-teachers rat you out to the real staff?"
"Nah. They want everybody to think we love it. There's always some kids left."
It's not George, friend, it's us. This shit exists because we in the US allow it, we endure it. Perhaps we (many of us) even want it. It exacts it's price. Does anyone wonder why half the population still thinks Bin Laden is hiding under the bed? If Sarkozy does the same, (and all indications are that he would love to)--- where will you run to, to give your children the chance to think?
The "Land of opportunity"?