Florida Teacher to School Board: Why My Daughter Will Not Take the State Tests

High stakes, high cost, high risk!

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Andy Goldstein addressed the school board of Palm Beach County, where he teaches, at a recent meeting:

Why My Wife and I Are Opting Out Our Daughter From Third-Grade High-Stakes Testing

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Good evening. My name is Andy Goldstein. I’m a teacher at Omni Middle School and the proud parent of an eight-year-old daughter who attends one of our public elementary schools.

It seems like it was just yesterday when my daughter entered kindergarten. At that time, I talked about her at our August School Board meeting in 2013.

I said that my hopes and dreams for my daughter were that she would develop a lifelong love for learning that would serve her well as she learned to construct a life that would serve her and serve others as well.

I told this board that my wife and I were not particularly interested in having her…

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Capitalism is Dead — Lew Rosenbaum

Googled ‘fascisolate’ and found this: ‘fasciculate’. I like Lew’s modernization off this archaic term that has a pertinent, immediately understandable meaning to a fascist system that isolates its victims. I quoted this verse onto Merriam Dictionary’s page under ‘fasciculate’ because I plan to make this an everyday word.

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Capitalism is Dead 

Lew Rosenbaum


Cicada time comes

In August heat, metallic

Raspy resonance

Rising and falling,

They call each other across

Neighborhoods, forests,

Screaming crescendos

Like the grinding of monumental gears

The autumn of industrial capitalism

Signaling but not aware that its winter is near

Cicadas are not aware of their end,

Killer wasps prey on adults and

Nymphs bury themselves in the soil

Or burrow in vain against the blacktop

In any case it is the end

Or at least a foreshadowing

And so it is with capitalism

For which spring will never come again.


Bright summer day drive

On June Street, Los Angeles,

Gazing at mansions

Of rich, famous and

Powerful Angelenos

Secure behind gates

Counting their money

Planning their investments to

Take over the world

Sheridan and I, riding with the windows open

Almost as wide as our mouths

Before the luxuriant gardens, pillars…

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