Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Same damn thing, every day

My schedule is depressingly rote: wake up at 5:15am, leave the house by 6:15, stop by starbucks for coffee, get to the school a little after 7am. Give out consent forms/check if consent forms are signed/interview students until 2:15, go to the university across the street to work until 5:30, go home to exercise & eat dinner, do two more hours of work, talk to Alison, fall asleep in bed reading, wake up at 2am with the lights on and a book in my lap.

Bahhhhhh... So I am trying to work some excitement into my life. So far I have ice cream Wednesdays (I go to Graeter's) and coffee & scones on Saturdays (starting this week). Pathetic, I know. Food does make me happy. But not when it is my only source of excitement. I am also going to try to volunteer for the democrats. I initially wanted to do this because I believe in the democratic ticket--and I still do. But now I think my motivation is more that I need human contact apart from teenagers and my parents.

Other updates...

Research: Six more interviews this week brings the total to 11.

Politics: I keep meaning to actually read the failed bailout legislation, but have not had time. Although I have a good sense of the overall structure of the bill, I would like to know more. Also, I am trying to think of a good way to talk policy on this blog once in a while, but I haven't figured out a structure & topic that seems appropriate.

The Midwest: I went to the worst yoga class in my life yesterday. It was truly sad. What is WRONG with this place?

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Poverty

I have completed 5 interviews, and while I cannot say too much about any one interview per se, I feel it is probably okay to talk about them in a general sense. Partially, I wish to write about the interviews because they weigh very heavily on me. These kids are very poor, and have very, very tough lives. Most of them have multiple family members who are quite ill and as a consequence, cannot work. Several of the kids I interviewed have serious health problems themselves. Most live with extended family members. A few have family members in jail and rehab, or who are currently serious drug users. They talk openly about prior abuse, chaotic family lives, and depression. I am shocked by what I hear, to be honest. I did teach in a poor, inner city area. And while I knew of many difficulties in my kid's lives, they were often only shared in bits and pieces, when they became relevant to academic performance or school interactions. In interviews, I get a summary picture of the conflicting pressures on these kids all at once, and it is scary. Not to mention the fact that I think we expect these stories from Black kids, yet are often shielded from the depths of poverty that persist in White communities. While poverty found in Black communities can be more persistent, due to segregation and density, poverty is debilitating in any context.

I am amazed these kids have hopes, dreams, and optimism. They are not "planful" (to use Clausen's terminology), but in their circumstances, who would be? These kids don't need "work ethic" or "personal responsibility", buzz words of a political elite ignorant of the lives of the poor. Most of the kids do work, on top of performing child care and extensive chores in their own homes. They need stability and a consistent family life, a good education system, and healthcare.

Ironically, the town I am working in is solidly republican. And yet everything I have seen here makes me more angry at conservatives. They argue that keeping healthcare privatized gives families "choices". What choices? To cut spending on food, or cut spending on health? To avoid preventative medicine and turn to the emergency room as a last resort? Arguing that private-run health care is a fiscally conservative stance is plain wrong--preventative medicine is hugely cheaper than fixing problems later. Not to mention the money lost in wages and law suits when companies continually dodge payments for medical care. And while children's health care is a more popular measure to support than universal care, no one thinks about the damage done to kids when their parents don't have access to care. When single parents fall ill, who is there to take care of the home? Who makes sure the kids get to school? Who works? These responsibilities either fall to kids, or they simply fall through the cracks.

Like the nation, the town I am living in is segregated by race and class. The middle class folks (a minority) live in one small section of town. Their kids attend the honors classes, and have little contact with the rest of the students who take general education classes. Those on the other side of the divide--the working class and poor kids--have a little more perspective. But not much. And this is the problem with the political system. Segregation of any kind is easy to exploit. Where a lack of understanding exists, politicians can exploit it. So the poor become "shiftless" and "lazy". And the wealthy become "elitist" and "out of touch". And there are facts that can be used to augment these stories. Fewer people in poverty work--although no one mentions this is due to illness, depression, and job cuts. And the wealthy are segregated from the poor--due to lax housing regulation, school tracking, and yes, some old-fashioned classism and racism.

What do we do? And what do we do first? It is a chicken-egg dilemma, to me: housing, healthcare, education, families, jobs (not to mention, civil and human rights). But I suggest we start with healthcare.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Claymates, eat your heart out

I was prepared to be dismissive toward Clay's long-overdue coming out day, but after reading the People magazine story, I couldn't help but feel a little proud. He's a gay dad! Go, gay dads, go!

In honor of this blog's title, here are my updates...

Research: I have completed two interviews! They were a lot of fun, and went much better than I expected. Yay. I have also been applying for jobs. I sent two out a couple of days ago, and I have seven more ready to go tomorrow. I cannot wait to have them all gone. Take them, search committees, and do what you will!

Politics: I have become a total political junky. I listen to NPR nonstop, despite getting only partial reception near my school site. I ignore almost all other NY Times stories in favor of the election (and occasionally, Wall Street). I have increased my daily reading to Talking Points Memo (multiple times a day), The Note, Roll Call, Politico, Huffington Post, the New Republic, and the Washington Post's political browser. It's sick, people. Really. If I don't finish my dissertation, you know why.

The Midwest: On the bumper sticker countdown, I have spied two more McCain bumper stickers, to 0 for Obama.

And on the age front...a teacher asked for my "hall pass" today, before realizing I was not a student. And one of my interviewees thought I was 23. The moisterizer is working :)

Monday, September 22, 2008

Surveys!

I have surveys!

For background: I am in the midwest this Fall to interview high school students about their aspirations. Specifically, I am interviewing junior and senior girls who are interested in health & medicine. Or maybe just the sciences, if I get desperate. The first step in doing this is disseminating surveys to students at the school I am working with, in order to identify the students I can interview. Today I picked up my first set of surveys, completed by the students. Very exciting. I have a little under 28 students identified as good interview subjects, and another 5 to 10 back-ups. I need 60 total, but not all surveys have been turned in.

Tomorrow I'm going to bring consent forms to the school so the students can get their parents' permission. I am hoping that part goes well. I know high school students can be forgetful, particularly with forms. I'm hoping the lure of $15 and getting out of class will bring the consent forms in, though. I am also going to see if I can interview the two students who are 18 and can sign their own consent forms.

My favorite response to question, "What job would you like to hold when you are 30 years old?"

"Baby Doctor"

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Some people go to Nepal...

I go to the Midwest. Ah, the excitement of research in far off places!

Okay, so it's not an exciting place. This is the place where Ria called me within a couple of hours of landing at my local airport to ask, "How did you grow up here? There's nothing here!" So true. But I thought blogging would make it more interesting. Or at least it would allow you all to see what I'm up to, should you choose to. I will be somewhat circumspect about my exact location, since I am doing research.

So here's my update: I have been here a week, and my research has yet to start. We have been without power for quite some time, and the high school where I am doing my research was closed for several days last week. I cannot tell you how depressing it is to see the sun go down when you know you can't turn on a lamp, watch tv, or cook food. It was a gloomy week indeed.

But the power eventually came back on (six days later), and I delivered surveys to the high school where I will be doing my research. When I arrived at the school and asked a student working in the counseling office if the head counselor was available, she went to the office and told her that "a parent wanted to see her." Ouch. It made me want to drive straight back home and grab some moisterizer and concealer.

It's been a decent week otherwise. I have been working from a Starbucks and my mother's office. At Starbucks I got into a lengthy conversation with an older man about politics. We agreed on everything except voting (he thought there should be an IQ test to vote, I believe voting should be mandatory for everyone). But he was liberal, which cheered me up. Because I am living in a swing state, and it's depressing. So far I've seen an even number of Obama and McCain bumper stickers. However, my parents' grocery store is selling "charity" ground coffee, where you are supposed to choose to buy either McCain coffee (light roast), Obama coffee (medium roast), or Neither One coffee (dark roast). They give a portion of the sales for each one to a different charity--McCain's is for Veterans, Obama's is for some children's organization (I think). Then they keep count of sales as "votes". So far: McCain 207, Obama 178, Neither 81. Damn. It makes me want to buy coffee.