Thursday, 8 March 2018

Why I won't tell you to go to Egypt

Streets of Cairo

Tour guides and taxi drivers throughout Egypt said "Tell your friends!  Egypt good!  Egypt safe!  Tell your friends - come to Egypt!"

We smiled and nodded. But we didn't mean it.

I will not tell you to go to Egypt.

Truthfully, Egypt is safe. Or at least it seems that way. The unrest following the 2011 revolution has died away. And I never felt as if I was going to be robbed or attacked in our 11 days of independent travel.

I will not tell you to go to Egypt. The sites are amazing, no doubt about it. The pyramids are  spectacular. Abu Simbel is incredible, as are dozens of temples, monuments, tombs and statues. The marvels of an ancient civilization are a wonder to behold.

But Egypt? I've been to more than 50 countries and this is the only one I don't recommend. I won't tell you not to go. But I will not recommend it. Which is very sad. I am not sorry we went and I loved what we saw, but Egypt is a challenge for tourists. 

Every minute of every day you are being harassed.  Not gentle requests or casual questions. Relentless oppressive attacks and "no" is not considered an option.

Tourist on a camel ride
Someone at first appears friendly and just wants to chat, but really, he wants to sell you something, usually something you don't want, at a ridiculous price. There is no humour in these conversations, like the jokiness of a Tijuana street vendor. There is no good-natured back and forth like you might see in Bali or Peru. There is no earnest innocence like I saw in the street children of Cambodia. No. 

Hello, my friend, what country are you from?  Canada? Canada Dry!...My friend, do you need a taxi? A horse carriage? Papyrus? Perfume? A hotel?  Sir? A guide? I will give you good price. Very good price. Best price for you my friend. Why do you walk away? Why are you so rude? I just want to help you!

Every encounter is a negotiation. Nothing has a set price. From the price of a cab, an item in a shop, a bottle of water, the cost of using a toilet. Everything.  Our first and almost last shopping experience is detailed by my husband in his blog. One guy charged me $7 for a small bottle of water and refused to give me change until my husband came into the shop. Another said it was 5 Egyptian pounds to use the toilet, and then suddenly it was 5 each and it wasn't until I demanded he return my money that he let both of us in. One guide told us 150 Egyptian pounds for him to tour us around the Tombs of the Nobles, and when we were done, it was 150 each. We booked a driver from one hotel to the next. The tour was to include visits to as many places as we wanted for the entire afternoon, ending at our next hotel. Just before we arrived at the final stop around 5 pm, another man jumped in the cab, claiming to be the boss of the driver, saying we had taken too long and we had to give him another 150 pounds before he would take us to our hotel.  We booked a cab at the airport from the limo service and suddenly it was another 20 pounds for the parking. You go into a tomb and the "guard" whispers that for a little baksheesh, you can take a photo. If it's not enough, he demands more. A random stranger in traditional dress points out some piece of detail on a hieroglyph and demands you pay him for pointing it out. A guy starts walking beside you, yammering about the site, and expects money.  Another suggests you take a photo of him and expects money for it. Just nonstop. 

Five pounds for this photo
On occasion we saw men almost coming to fisticuffs over a lost fare or a deal gone wrong. I mean, these guys were in each others faces. They were screaming at each other. At one point we were part of a shouting match over who would drive us in their caleche and we had to walk away only to be picked up later by the same caleche where the driver beat his horse and then demanded extra baksheesh for his trouble. The testosterone levels are raging and that seems to be considered normal.

Souk in Edfu
I know these people are poor and they depend on tourism. I appreciate that they may have few other options when it comes to making a living. I know I am a westerner with many advantages and options so I really try not to judge. But I also know my tourist dollar is vital to their economy and it's one reason I like independent travel. By staying in local hotels, eating at local restaurants, hiring local guides, buying local products and supporting local travel agencies we can help infuse money into the local economy. Dozens of countries are in the same situation as Egypt, many of which we have visited. Madagascar, Cambodia, Nepal, Nicaragua and Vietnam are all much poorer than Egypt. We did not witness this behaviour in any of these countries and it seems to me that this aggressive bullying is ineffective over the long term.  We ended up basically buying nothing (and believe me, there were many lovely products to buy and I LOVE shopping!) But the hassle was too much. Looking more big picture, I wonder how many travelers have heard about how tourists are treated in this country and stay away?

Men waiting to sell their goods to the next car of tourists.
Finally, almost all our dealings were with men. We had very few dealings with women. In fact, we did not even see a lot of women. In photo after photo taken along the Nile, in village after village, men and boys were all we saw. Street after street in Aswan, Luxor and Cairo- just men. Maybe if there were women involved, there would be a gentler and more polite approach with greater success. A woman owns the charming Al Moudira Hotel on the West Bank of Luxor and it is wonderful. Suzy was our excellent female guide in Cairo and I highly recommend her.  Women worked in the two excellent Fair Trade, fixed price shops we visited. Other than that, in 11 days, we talked to no women. None. Women rarely work outside the home. They do not work where tourists can see them. No female waitresses, shop clerks, chambermaids, guides, ticket booth operators, drivers or cooks. Are there female lawyers, doctors, soldiers, or engineers? I have no idea. From what we could see, women do not interact with outsiders or men outside the family. In fact, outside Cairo, they are rarely seen. And that is highly troubling.

99% of Egyptian women have been sexually harassed and almost half of all Egyptian men believe they like it. Cairo is considered the most dangerous megacity in the world for women. Not one report of sexual harassment was lodged during Mubarek's reign. Now, while women can report this abuse, those who do are treated like criminals and criticized by family and neighbours, frequently dropping charges. The treatment of women, mostly forms of physical abuse, has resulted in subway cars just for women on the Cairo subway.  One of the drivers we met said his wife was the boss of everything in his house. He found it easier that way, he said to my husband with a rueful chuckle.  Like "Women! Am I right?" Is it any wonder he "allows" his wife to run the household? She so little autonomy outside the home.

Women hoped for great gains after the revolution, at which they were front and centre. But that has not come to pass. Centuries of misogyny is hard to overturn. I try not to judge another nation's way of life, but I struggled in Egypt. I was with my husband. I tried to keep my head down, didn't look any man in the eye, and pretended to be invisible. My one attempt to act more like a western woman was to swim in the rooftop pool at the Fairmount Nile City where I was rudely stared at in my modest swimsuit. That is not the kind of country I want to spend time in, nor do I want to support it with my tourist dollar.  

So Egypt. I'm not recommending travel to your nation, despite the ancient wonders and the lovely people who do not work in tourism. It's not a pleasant place for a holiday. It is not a good place to be a woman.

Saturday, 3 March 2018

Oh Egypt

Oh Egypt.

Land of antiquities.

Glorious Pharoahs, entombed in gold sarcophagi.

Tutankhamen, Khufu, Ramses.

Powerful female pharaohs

Cleopatra, Nefertiti, Hatshepsut.

Oh Egypt.

Where are your women now?

Harassed, abused, ignored. 

Almost invisible. 


Oh Egypt.

Glorious empire, millennia in the making.

Your history written on the land. 

In your valleys and deserts.

In your tombs and temples.

In your pyramids and pillars.

Your stories told in hieroglyphs and statues.

Your treasures buried deep.

Your mysteries covered in sand and water.



Oh Egypt. 

What is your history worth now?

"Shhh...take photo? Don't tell anyone! Just a little money!"

"I found this roman coin this morning. Just $300."

"Ride my camel to see all nine pyramids! Special price for you my friend."

Your economy based on history, desperation making history nothing but a commodity.

The sun set on your empire.

An empire we must narrow our eyes to see.

Friday, 9 February 2018


The pain visits you like an old friend.

The oldest of friends.

The friend who knows all your secrets. All your weaknesses. All your old wounds. 

The friend who knows just where to put the knife, how far to thrust it in, how much to twist.

Each jab at once familiar and surprising.

Each jab a betrayal.

Your body, reminding you, that one day it too will let you down.

Tuesday, 9 January 2018

Cheating Students

I came across this website called "Course Hero" awhile ago.  While it reports itself as a "tutoring" site, it's really a place where you can buy essays and pay people to answer your math questions.  You can sell your work too, or sell the work of others as one of my teaching colleagues discovered upon finding his entire set of lesson plans. 

Cheating kids. Looking for answers.

We hear about them all the time. We hear about how lazy they are. How they're raised by parents who give them everything and ask for nothing in return.

Yes, I have had students who cheat. There are many ways to cheat these days. That doesn't make it right. I have taught far more who don't cheat and would never consider it. 

But so much rides on "success". Being a student today is a whole lot different than it was when I was a kid.

In his March 18 2016 Walrus article, Pass.Fail, University of PEI Religious Studies professor Ron Srigley discusses students at one of Canada's modern universities. He describes them as "...mostly bored youth who find themselves doing something they neither value nor desire...shrewd managers of their own careers, forced to compromise what is best in themselves—their honesty or character—in order to “make it” in the world we’ve created for them."

I wonder how true that is and why we have a system that asks students to make such compromises.

I started my post secondary education 40 years ago. You needed a 65% average to get into an arts programme. Tuition was $525 a year. I rented a three bedroom house - walking distance from campus- for $415 a month. When I graduated with a four year degree and middling marks, I was offered jobs at places where I hadn't even applied.

Today the mean admission grade for an arts degree is 82%. Government funding for post secondary education has dropped from 84% in 1982 to just over 50% today- resulting in tuition that has increased tenfold since my day while minimum wage has just tripled. It's impossible to find an apartment to rent that doesn't require a full year lease. In my daughter's geophysics graduating class, two people got jobs. She worked her tail off to be one of them.

I loved university life. I made many friends. I joined cool organizations. I had a lot of laughs. When my own kids were ready to start university, I was excited at what it would offer them. They loved learning. They were bright and hopeful and full of potential. Their reality turned out to be something quite different. 

Social life on campus has changed drastically since my time and the time of their grandparents. Nana wistfully asks, "Are you going to Sadie Hawkins?  Have you joined the womens' association?"  "Oh Nana," my kids think.  "It's not like that any more." I ask about residence socials and events. My husband asks about the university bar. "Oh Mom and Dad," they say. "It's not like that any more." With residence government, social events, dances and alcohol all but banned on campus, the sense of university as a community no longer exists. University is a factory to churn out grads, not a fellowship of human beings. 

Students sit in classes of 500 where professors cannot hear students speak. Office hours are so limited there are lineups down the hall so kids can ask the questions they could not ask in the lecture. In fact, between 1990 and 2006, the pupil:instructor ratio has increased by 40%. Full time professors are increasingly replaced by sessional instructors, perhaps resulting in the unacceptable way some behave, such as announcing the name of a failing student in front of an entire class or refusing help in humiliating ways. You're not a person, you're a number and a grade. 

University of Alberta CSIS lecture hall
It's all about where you will fall on the bell curve and what your GPA is. Kids compete for grades. Programmes do not provide a balance so students do not learn about anything outside their immediate area. An engineer just learns about engineering. And so on. My kids studied night and day to keep their GPA up. Because if you aren't succeeding, you just get told to leave.

My two oldest will tell you that they spent the last years of their initial degrees recovering from their first year which they spent in student dorms where the furniture hadn't been replaced since I lived there in the 1970s (deferred maintenance at Canadian universities now stands at 5 billion dollars), where students no longer socialize over dinner but instead pay for meal cards so they can buy overpriced and non-nutritious food. Where students suffering from GI infections were told to go to their rooms and not come out until they were better, where fruit-fly and cockroach infestations were not uncommon, where garbage piled up, where broken bathroom stalls were never fixed. When they moved into rental houses with people they didn't know, it was a relief.

Over the past 10 years, a good $500,000 has been spent on the education of my three children. They lived in crappy shared houses. They ate chickpeas and Subway and cookies from mom. They did not own vehicles. They did not expect to live a luxurious lifestyle. University was a choice and now all three hold good jobs because of their education. But they did not choose the unconscionable treatment they received.

When my eldest was finishing up her first degree, she was asked if she would give back to her alma mater. This was her response
This is not an institution that cares about my education. This is an institution that treats me as a means to an end. If they think they can get something from me, they’ll pry it from me. Are you a great student?’ Here’s some money – keep coming to school here and make sure you do something that will allow us to mention your name in one of our glossy brochures.’ Are you not a great student? ‘Let’s make this whole process of education harder on you by putting you in debt.'
At Canadian universities, more than half of all students report feeling of hopelessness and despair, while 8.5 % have suicidal thoughts. Universities don't ;like to talk about how many suicides take place on their campuses. There were three reported suicides on the U of A in 2015- how many go unreported, we will never know. The response of the institution is more mental health support and even then, students report a six week waiting period to get an assessment. But mental health issues are caused, at least in part, by a broken system. Treatment is a stopgap, not a solution. We can treat the symptoms but until we address the root cause of the disease, the poor mental health of our students will continue.  What are our schools, both secondary and post-secondary, FOR?  'The uplifting of the whole people'? as Henry Marshall Tory wrote. Or to produce cogs in the wheels of our economic machine?

"Whatsoever things are true" Motto of the University of Alberta
I understand that today's kids are competing for fewer and fewer jobs. 
They are growing up in a world of unprecedented inequality.
A world where there are clear winners and losers. 
And no one wants to be a loser. But...
"You said this was going to be the time of my life," a friend's kid said. "You lied."
That is not how it should be. As a teacher and a parent, I have to ask. Who is being cheated?

Thursday, 7 December 2017

This is how I will socially engineer your child


I will make you give your child to me when he is young. When his bones are soft and his heart is open and his thoughts are pure.


I will seat your child sit with other children. Some of these children will be rich. Some will be poor. They will be of all colours and religions. Some will have had every privilege. Some will have struggled to survive every day of their lives. But in my room, no one will be superior to another. And although I cannot make them care about each other, they will.


I will let your children tell their stories. And I will listen to every one. Every story will matter. The stories of those who have lived on this land for tens of thousands of years. The stories of those who arrived yesterday with nothing but the clothes on their backs. The story of each child- a thread in the tapestry that is Canada. They will discover that when all those diverse threads are woven together, Canada will be strong and they will be strong.


Your children will play. They will play with paper and paint and numbers and music and words and colours and things that grow. Together, we will explore the universe with all its wonders and injustices. Your children will play with others. They will play with ideas. They will explore the thoughts of others and their own notions of who they are and what they value and how they should act because of their beliefs.  They will play with ideas about where they will go and who they will become.


In my classroom, your child will dream. She will dream of a world where she is strong and hopeful and resilient and she has a place. She will dream of the world she wants, the world she will help create and change. I will help her make those dreams come true, with your help.

This is how I will socially engineer your child.

Tuesday, 31 October 2017

Monochronic Teaching in a Polychronic World

I wrote this article in 2007. Is it still true today?

One day my daughter came home from school and watched me at work.

“Why do you always have so many windows open?” she asked.

She wasn’t talking about the glass ones, although she does complain about those being open too. She was talking about my computer. I was marking an online quiz; I had my marks programme open so I could submit a grade; I was using Wikipedia to research a question the assignment had stimulated; my web mail was open so I could hear that tell-tale “ding” of a new message, and I was in the chatroom providing homework help. From my early days as a teacher librarian, through my time as a stay home mom, I’ve been a multi-tasker, usually with a bunch of projects on the go all at once. Some people call this a “polychronic” personality.

Like personalities, cultures are also considered “polychronic” or “monochronic.” People in polychronic cultures think of time as cyclical. They work in a non-linear way with many things happening all at once. They can change plans at a moment’s notice. Time is subordinate to interpersonal relationships. That’s different from a “monochronic” culture that is time-driven, linear and orderly; where lateness and interruptions are not tolerated, and one task is always completed before the next is begun.

Most of today’s schools and classrooms are monochronic. Students must be on time, hand in their work on a prescribed day, and write their exams on a set date. For classroom teachers, classes begin and end at the same time, supervision begins and ends at the same time and the meetings begin but rarely end at the same time. And of course, attendance and marks and professional growth plans must be submitted according to a school, district or government mandated timeline. But our students are living in an increasingly polychronic world. While class is in session, they may be on MSN or YouTube or MySpace or Nexopia or even E-bay. One hand is on their cellphone, waiting for a text message and the other is on their ipod. (Remember, I said I wrote this in 2007! Nexopia! ha!)

Many teachers are not comfortable in this polychronic culture. If students are connected to the globalizing world via technology, are they connected to the classroom? If the world shines brighter to them through the window of the internet, then does the glow of a lesson appear a little dull? If they aren’t listening to teacher’s voice, whose message is being heard? It’s tempting to ban our students’ access to technology by forbidding laptops or web surfing; to ban cellphones and ipods. It’s tempting to shut our students off from their contact with the larger world. It’s tempting to try to force them to live in our monochronic world.

But a culture is not right or wrong. It’s not good or bad in and of itself. As any Canadian knows, even those who believe in pluralism to their core, when cultures come into contact, both challenges and opportunities arise. When monochronic meets polychronic, we can practice cultural imperialism, with the dominant subjugating the minority or we can promote reasonable accommodation to allow each other to flourish.

As our students walk through life with their virtual windows open, they are connected to each other and to the larger world, regardless of time and space. It’s through those windows that they see and are seen. If we close those windows, are we hiding them from the light of day? What could we see if we opened those windows ourselves?

Tuesday, 17 October 2017

When love is not enough

Many years ago my mother had a baby, and that baby was me. My mother loved me with her whole heart.

Then she had a miscarriage.

She and my dad were older. They wanted more children but they were afraid they wouldn't have any.

So they applied to adopt. The social worker asked them if they cared what race the baby was. They hadn't even thought about race. "No," they immediately said. "Why would race matter? We will love this child no matter what."

Not long after my mother had her second child, a charming and smart little Okanagan boy who she loved with all her heart.

Then my mom gave birth to their third child, a boy. And she loved him with her whole heart.

Then came my baby sister, from Tsawout First Nation, a girl who was lively and generous of spirit and my mom loved my sister as much as any mother loved a child.

But the town we lived in was racist in ways we white people didn't even see. While one teacher put my brother on an accelerated math programme until she ran out of worksheets, the next told my mom she was letting him-with his reported IQ of 140- run the projector-because he wasn't clever enough to do math. Another claimed my brother had no friends. Yet after school and weekends and holidays our house was full of little boys- boys he played hockey with and went to cub scouts with and wrestled on the Sunday School floor with. He took a stick to the face in a hockey game when he was a teenager and waited for hours in emergency until his white parents showed up. He argued with a teacher who told him he wasn't an Indian. 

My mother raged and ranted. 

My sister's first teacher insisted she was hyperactive and should be sedated. Other teachers had low expectations of her- she was only a native after all. She was bullied and called a squaw. She was told what saints her parents were for adopting an Indian. Many called them her "foster parents".

Again my mother raged in ways that only a mother can rage. How did people not see the brilliance of her children? How did people not recognize their gifts? 

And time went on and things did not go so well for my brother and sister. Still my mother loved them with her whole heart. She loved them when she told them they were adopted. She loved them when she explained their birth mothers loved them but they were young and couldn't care for them and so they had given them, in love, to a home that could provide them with the things they could not. She loved them when she told them they were of indigenous descent and that was something to be proud of. She loved them when each of them told her, in turn, that they were going to meet their birth mothers. She loved them when each of them moved away to live in the communities that were theirs by birth. She loved them when she met their birth mothers. She never feared they would love her less- only that the families they found would not embrace them.

But day she said to me, "Your dad and I love your brother and sister. When we adopted them, we knew we would love them. And we do. We thought love would be enough to make up for any hardships they had in their early days. We thought love would counteract any problems they might face. But now I see, love is not enough." 

My mother knew, despite the deep and abiding love she had for her children, love was not enough.
Love was not enough to battle racism.
Love was not enough to help them deal with the dichotomy of being First Nations kids raised in a white home.
Love was not enough to make up for years of institutionalized discrimination.
No matter how much she loved them, love was not enough to make up for them being taken from their communities.

My sister says "Love was enough, I was able to come home from the racism and know that I belonged and that I was loved because I was ME." But my mom didn't see it that way.

That is why I am passionate about education for reconciliation. For my brother and sister.  For all the kids who were made to feel small because of the colour of their skin. For all those who felt invisible because their history was not acknowledged. For those who were not allowed to tell their own stories without fear of humiliation. For every kid who grew up believing they were worth less than another. And for my mother. For mistakes that cannot be undone. For unintended consequences. For all those who lived with the guilt of doing the wrong thing for the right reason. 

Saturday, 7 October 2017

Albertans: You are being lied to

About me: I began teaching in rural Alberta in 1980 . I taught in the NWT for a year before taking several years off to raise my children. I returned to work with Alberta Distance Learning Centre where I have worked for the past 17 years. I am currently the Social Studies Department Head.

Alberta's Social Studies curriculum is being politicized.

The UCP's Jason Kenney and Brian Jean would have Albertans believe that the current curriculum review committee is stacked with NDP activists and ideologues who are dead set on promoting "politically correct" themes in order to brainwash today's youth. They are lying.

A little history.

The current Social Studies curriculum was revised from 2000-2007 under the Progressive Conservative government with Ralph Klein as premier. At that time, I was asked to sit on the K-12 Provincial Advisory Committee for Social Studies. That committee was  primarily composed of employees of Alberta Education, including several Social Studies teachers who were seconded from their teaching positions. Also present on the committee was the President of the Alberta Home and School Association, a First Nations representative, a representative of the Métis, a Francophone representative, a representative of the College of Alberta School Superintendents, three members of the Alberta Teachers Association, two university professors, a representative of the Northwest Territories Department of Education (which at the time followed Alberta curriculum) and me, as a representative of ADLC, Alberta's largest distance education provider. 

There were no public consultations. There was little government interference. There was no expectation that committee members provide their political credentials or personal views in order to sit on the committee.  Alberta Education employees came up with an overarching structure and topics and concepts in each grade level. These were then workshopped by "curriculum circles" in which practicing teachers looked at the scope and sequence of the programme of studies and the outcomes which were broken down into "values and attitudes", "knowledge and understanding" and "skills and processes".  These teachers made suggestions which were then incorporated into the programme of studies.

During the years I sat on this committee, I only remember two incidents. One was when Peter Lougheed, long retired from politics, suggested that Canadian History be taught as a separate discipline. The committee discussed this idea but decided that the interdisciplinary approach to Social Studies education, which has been in place in Alberta for decades, was the most effective approach. The second incident involved the ATA. Some members felt a section of  Social Studies 10-1:Perspectives on Globalization needed revision which necessitated some additional curricular work. I recall no newspaper articles, no outcry from the public, nor any political posturing from the official opposition or any other political party.

Shortly after the new Social Studies curriculum came out, Alberta Education moved forward with intensive public consultations about the direction of the future of public education. "Inspiring Education" -under the leadership of Education Minister Dave Hancock- included surveys and public meetings alongside research. Innovative ideas were discussed such as competency based education, credits for real-world learning, and an end to mandated "hours of instruction"and credit based funding. I- along with hundreds of educators, parents, community members, members of the business community and the post secondary world- took part in these deep and lively conversations that looked at the challenging world in which today's young people find themselves. A world where the simple memorization of facts and formulas is not enough. Where the old "factory model" of education does not meet the needs of our students or today's society. Instead, critical thinking, learning how to learn, creativity and the ability to adapt in the ever-changing workplace are of increasing significance.  The one theme that emerged was that we need to do better in our education system to prepare kids for an uncertain and unknowable future.

Following on the heels of "Inspiring Education" came curriculum redesign and curriculum prototyping where Alberta Education employees completed significant research and built new software to develop systems whereby the entire programme of studies K-12 could be overhauled effectively.

In May of 2015, the NDP was elected in Alberta. Just four weeks later the Truth and Reconciliation Commission released its report and issued a call to action which was endorsed by Canada’s premiers. The Alberta government indicated that future curricula would ensure that all Albertan students would learn about the culture, history, perspectives and contributions of the First Nations, Métis and Inuit.

Alberta Education, largely staffed by the same employees as it was under the PC government, proceeded with the work of curriculum development, following up on the work of "Inspiring Education" and including its promise regarding the TRC. However, instead of just using a handful of employees and community representatives, their new approach was to include a great deal of input. In the fall of 2016, it launched a survey to Albertans. More than 30,000 Albertans responded, the largest survey of its kind in Alberta. School divisions were asked to nominate experienced educators to be a part of "expert working groups" in each core subject area as well as the arts.  

My principal asked if I was willing to let my name stand. I submitted a resume that included my education and experience, including the curriculum development I participated in previously and my current work regarding treaty education and Aboriginal Studies. I was invited to participate and I agreed.  At no point was my ideology discussed. I live in Slave Lake, my principal lives in Calgary and my superintendent lives in Barrhead, I don't believe either of them know what my political beliefs are, nor do they care.

In our Social Studies group of about 60 people, including teachers, professors, historians, and archivists, we began by discussing the core concepts and skills we believe a Social Studies student should acquire over the course of their K-12 education. We were not told
what should be included or what should be left out, although we were tasked with considering how literacy, numeracy, inclusive education and competencies would be reflected in our subject area. 

As our work progressed, we reviewed the results of the initial survey and incorporated the thoughts of Albertans in our work, recognizing some of the shortcomings and gaps in the current programme. We listened to presentations from numerous organizations about the kinds of things they believe Albertans should learn. In smaller groups, we then grouped and sequenced and refined these outcomes which were then provided to Albertans in the form of another survey. 

The curriculum working groups are diverse. Although at my table we have never shared our own political leanings, as evidenced by the heated dialogue, there is a great diversity of views about politics. Our discussions are deep. They are lively. They are passionate. As all conversations about things that matter should be. 

Neither Kenney or Jean attended public high school yet they are of the view that all Social Studies are socialists. They are mistaken. Many Alberta teachers are conservative. My son's high school teacher was a conservative who invited Brian Jean to speak to the school. A few years ago a grade 8 teacher in our town took her grade eight class to attend a rally in support of our provincial PC candidate Pearl Calahasen. In my federal riding, the first candidate to seek the Conservative nomination was a teacher from Peace River.  I've marked diploma exams numerous times and there are many conservatives who teach Social Studies, and some of them sit on the curriculum review committee. 

The curriculum review committee is not part of a socialist agenda to support a particular ideology. Neither the government nor the New Democratic Party has interfered with the development of the curriculum in any way. If Mr. Kenney and Mr. Jean think otherwise, they are at best ignorant or at worst, lying for their own political gain.

Thursday, 28 September 2017

My Father's Letters

Our daughter Jordan was home last week. Recently engaged, she asked me what I knew about her grandparent's engagement since neither of them are around to tell her about it.

They were high school teachers in Dawson Creek when Dawson Creek was young. They were a bit older than most of their colleagues- Dad was a WW II pilot and an engineer before he became a teacher, Mom had a degree in Commerce and a Masters Degree from the U of A, but neither had found their "soulmate." As the only two single teachers at their school, they were frequently thrown together at staff events. Before long, they started going around together. Then they became an "item". Then they started wondering if they were just together because they were the only two single people they knew. Or maybe that the one thing they had in common was that they were both teachers. My dad got cold feet. He resigned his job, got a new one in Victoria, and went to Syracuse New York to take summer school courses in teaching special ed, which was for some reason the area he, as a decorated WW II pilot with an engineering degree, had been assigned. My mom stayed behind.  They wrote back and forth. My mom went on a cruise to Alaska to mend her broken heart. Out of the blue, my dad proposed.

"I know their story," I told Jordan.  "And I have his letter of proposal."

Stored away in a box of paper, my dad's love letters to my mom, in his perfect penmanship, written with a fountain pen in turquoise ink. Eleven letters I had never had the nerve to read. Eleven letters that went with her from Dawson Creek to Victoria to Trail, back to Dawson Creek, to Tumbler Ridge, and finally back to Victoria. Details both personal  and mundane. Why did she save them? Mementos of their early life together? A symbol of his love? Did she mean for anyone else to read them? I think she did. 

So I gave them to my daughter to read, and on a road trip to the airport from whence she would return to her adopted nation and her fiance, Jordan read them all with gasps and laughter and the occasional "Oh Granddad!"

 Here they are!

My mom and dad

Tuesday, 26 September 2017

How Not To Say "I'm Sorry"

I am sorry you interpreted it that way.

That's not what I meant.

I''m truly sorry if I hurt your feelings.

In my defense...

I apologize if you were offended.

It was a joke: sorry you didn't get it. 

I didn't intend to disrespect you.

You misunderstood what I was trying to say.

I can see now that what I said might have been taken that way, however...

Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Back to School


You're in the first staff meeting and there's this old teacher, y'all know that guy.

The guy with the cardigan and the coffee mug he's been drinking out of for 20 years, and he's like, "Nope, we did that back in '74 and it didn't work."

The guy that's all, "Been there, done that." The guy that's so old his cliches make you roll your eyes.

And you're thinking, like, "Old man. Wake up and smell the coffee.Things ain't like the way they used to be."

And he's like, "Sorry honey, but I bin around the block a time or two. I was young like you once, I tried a bunch of new ideas, some of them worked, most of them didn't."

And you're still like. "Yeah but I'm new and my ideas are awesome and no old geezer is gonna tell me what's what."

And he's like, "Take my advice, I am older and wiser. Go down that road and you're gonna regret it."

And you're like, "Old man, give it up, your days are numbered and I'm the future."

So you go ahead and try your funky new ideas and damned if the old man wasn't right and the new ways didn't exactly work but dammit you're not admitting to nothing, cause, you know, you're proud  and you worked hard and maybe you just didn't implement it right or maybe if the goddamned old man would have helped you out just a little, you could have made it work. 

And then...

And then...

You're in the first staff meeting of the year and there's these new teachers, y'all know the ones.

The ones that are cute and fun and have trendy outfits, and they're like, "Let's try this, it would be so fun and cool!"

And you put down your coffee mug and say "This ain't my first rodeo." or "Been there, done that, got the T-shirt."

And in the middle of wondering why no one listens to you and why don't they value your institutional memory and how is it you just know that when you say you tried that already and it didn't work, their just gonna go and do it anyway? And then you think back to that very first staff meeting and you think maybe just maybe years ago you should have listened to the wisdom of your elders instead of doing it your own way. But you know you never would have and they won't either and the wheels keep on being re-invented and it was ever thus and would you really want it any other way? 

Monday, 11 September 2017

Ideologies are for other people

Jason Kenney and Brian Jean like to say the policies of the NDP are "ideologically driven".

They say the word "ideology" like it's a dirty word. Something only bad people have.

As if their socially and fiscally conservative ideas are not part of an ideology.

What they really mean is that they prefer that conservative set of beliefs over those that are more progressive.

Ideologies are not in and of themselves, evil. Everyone has an ideology. Everyone has a set of beliefs about the nature of humanity that informs their views about how society should operate. Unless your intellectual functioning is so low that you are unable to construct abstract thoughts, you have an ideology.  Brian Jean has an ideology. Jason Kenney has an ideology. They are lying if they say only the NDP operates based on ideological principles.

An ideology is defined as "a system of ideas and ideals, especially one that forms the basis of economic or political theory and policy." How on earth could the United Conservative Party NOT have an ideology? 

In today's Social Studies programme of studies in Alberta (created when Ralph Klein was premier) students learn that ideologies are based on interpretations of history, beliefs about human nature, beliefs about the structure of society and visions for the future.  We may not all have thought deeply about these issues, but we all have core beliefs that inform our ideas. And based on those ideas, we formulate what we think is the best way forward for ourselves and our society. And then we vote.

What is your interpretation of history? If you are an aboriginal person in Canada, your interpretation of Canada's history will not be the same as mine. Your view of colonialism will be one of oppression and injustice and betrayal. For people like me, the perspective will be more about the opportunities that led to a good life for generations of my family. Mr. Kenney's interpretation of our history seems to be that it began when the first white man set foot on our shores. It's about venerating a past based on land appropriation and unfulfilled promises. Kenney believes colonialism is a "politically correct theme" and that the glorification of our military is of greater importance than other, more painful aspects of our past. 

What are your thoughts about human nature? Are people intrinsically selfish and greedy and therefore need to be controlled? Or is there a human desire to do the right thing so that we can all live well together? Are most people lazy? Are all cultures and genders equal? Or are some more deserving than others?  Those ideas impact the platform and policy of every political party and government, including our former PC government, the NDP, the Alberta Liberal Party, the Alberta Party and the United Conservative Party. 
How should society be structured?  Should there be social classes? Should the rich help pay for services to the poor? Should there be few rules and limited taxation and correspondingly few government services? User-pay own healthcare and education? Or a larger role for government where everyone pays in and everyone benefits? The UCP has clear ideas about the structure of society-ideas that are the very foundation of their party.

Question from a recent survey from Brian Jean.

And what about visions for the future? What should it look like? A multicultural land where there are equal opportunities for all, or a land for "old stock" Canadians? Should a government try to go backwards in time to "Make Alberta Great" again? Or should it move boldly forward to a new future that includes everyone, including our aboriginal people? Will it be a place where the price of oil magically increases, providing employment and government revenue? Or a place where we have created alternative employment opportunities for a prosperous future? 

Having an ideology doesn't make you a bad person. Admitting you have one just makes you honest.