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Thursday, June 18, 2009

I wish it were comforting to know that Philadelphia public schools aren’t the only schools where some students are given credit for work they never did.

But there’s nothing comforting about the info shared in a depressing e-mail I received after my column about South Philly High School appeared this week. I wrote that it was absurd to pass children who didn’t deserve to pass, in a dunder-headed attempt to improve the kids’ self-esteem.

The e-mail was from a person familiar with the grading system at Bensalem High School, where, for the first time, report-card grades now show letter scores instead of numeric scores.

When teachers enter their grades into the school’s computerized grading system, they use numeric scores, which the system converts to a letter grade. So a numeric score between, say, 90 and 100 will kick out an A or A+ on a student’s report card. Lower numbers will kick out lower letter grades.

So far so good.

But the strange thing, says the e-mailer, with whom I eventually conversed by phone, is that the computer’s default system automatically converts to 50 every numeric grade that’s actually lower than 50.

So a 30 becomes a 50. A 22 becomes a 50. An 18 becomes a 50. Since all grades of 50 and lower convert to an F on the report card, this wouldn’t seem to matter, right? An F is an F is an F, right?

Well, yes and no. Why? Because the system uses the individual number scores, entered for each of the school year’s six marking periods, to tally a student’s final, average letter grade for the year.

For example, let’s say a student we’ll call Ted earns the following numeric grades for his report card: 20, 70, 19, 22, 71 and 69. Averaged out for the year, Ted's final numeric grade is a 45 – which converts to an F.

But if those lowest grades get bumped up to 50s, then Ted's average becomes a 60 – which converts to a D.

Hence, Ted's F work for the year bumps up to a D. Enough of these fattened grades could help a kid get promoted to the next grade, or graduate from high school, when his true numerical grades would never allow him to move along.

The e-mailer I spoke to says that teachers are allowed to “over-ride” the default-to-50 grade that pops up when they try to enter a number lower than 50. But some teachers are reluctant to do so, because they feel the system itself implicitly telegraphs the message to teachers that the change would not be appreciated.

And teachers, as we know, are skittish people.

“Why does it default to 50 in the first place?” asks the e-mailer. “It’s a dishonest system.”

Just another absurd story about putting lipstick on a pig and calling it pretty.

Posted by Ronnie Polaneczky @ 3:57 PM  Permalink | 13 comments
Friday, June 12, 2009

My column on Thursday about "John," a victim of the South St. rampage on May 30th, has generated a lot of on-line comments, some of them about how the media "buried" John's beating.

Nothing could be further from the truth. Because the truth is, until this past Tuesday, no one in the "media" even knew about it.

I got a call that day from a woman I'd interviewed for a previous column, who told me that a co-worker in her office personally knew a man who was in a coma in the ICU at Hahnemann, after having been attacked during the rampage.

She said that the co-worker and the man's family were upset that, in all the coverage of the rampage, this man's incident was never mentioned. They, too, thought that the media didn't care about what had happened to John, or - worse - were somehow complicitous with police and/or the mayor in hiding it.

I told her that it was news to me - and, I was certain, news to anyone covering the rampage - that John even existed. I found news of the attack alarming and asked if I could speak with the co-worker and learn more about John and what had happened.

The co-worker told me what she knew and offered to contact John's close friend, Marcia Houston-Leslie, who is quoted in my column, who would speak with John's parents about the possibility of my interviewing them.

It took 24 hours to hear back from the co-worker, who told me that John's elderly parents had declined the request, that they were too overwhelmed by John's condition and would prefer not to speak.

I asked her to once again implore them to talk, as this was a story that simply had to be reported, given the nature of the rampage, the fact that John was fighting for his life and that the fact the we, the public, needed to know that the rampage wasn't a case of mischievous kids getting a little bit out of control.

I also told her that, since John's case had generated a police report, a public record, I would report his story whether they wanted me to or not. But, I added,  I really would prefer to do it with their input, as it would help me paint a more complete picture of John and what had happened to him.

I then went to Hahnemann myself, looking for John's family. They were not in the ICU. I was then able to track down John's friend Marcia. I asked her to please allow me to interview her, that this story was critically important, that it would give us chance to ask the public's help in providing pictures or other eyewitness accounts of what happened and that it could possibly lead to the capture of the thugs who nearly killed John.

She graciously answered my many questions and gave me direct contact informtion for John's mother, who spoke with me by phone.

John's friends and faimly are lovely people. They are worried about him and want both to protect his privacy and to tell his story. So we agreed to use a pseudonym for him. Marcia initially was willing to provide a photo of John that we could use in the column. But hours later, when we were upon deadline, declined, citing privacy concerns.

The next day, John's story appeared in the Daily News and on the Philly.com website. The media - in this case, the Daily News - didn't "sit" on this story, or "hide" it, or "bury" it, as copious on-line comments have alleged.

John's story was told as soon as it could be confirmed. 

It might have made the Daily News' front page had a photo been available; because it wasn't, the story received a "tout" - a mini headline on the front page. By then, other horrible news had occurred - the tragic deaths of those three little girls in Feltonville (and the eventual death of the adult also injured in the crash).  

That story became our front page, as it rightly should have.

Posted by Ronnie Polaneczky @ 8:39 AM  Permalink | 9 comments
About Ronnie Polaneczky
When my phone rings here at the Daily News, nine times out of ten the caller begins the conversation with,. “Yeah, so what happened was…”

Because this is Philly, the caller doesn’t say, “My name is Bob, or Mary, and I wonder if I could have a moment of your time?” Philadelphians are far too direct for that. They just say “Yeah, so what happened was…,” and then tumble into a tale they’re desperate to tell a perfect stranger (me) in the hope it will be told to a wider audience. I love getting these calls (even the ones where it becomes clear, after 30 seconds, precisely where the caller sowed the seeds of his own misery), because they give me chance to connect with my fellow citizens in a way that no other job would allow. Well, okay, no other job that I’m remotely qualified for.

That’s why my blog is titled “So What Happened Was…”, which, to me, has become the quintessentially Philly way of saying, “Once upon a time.” When I hear it, I know a good story is coming. And I can’t wait to see how it turns out.


Ronnie Polaneczky has been an award-winning columnist for The Philadelphia Daily News since 1999, offering a front-steps perspective on every aspect of city life, from the sublime to the stupid. In her past life, she was the editor-in-chief of Atlantic City Magazine, associate editor at Philadelphia Magazine and a fulltime freelancer published in Ladies Home Journal, Good Housekeeping, Redbook, Reader's Digest, Men's Health, MarieClaire and others. She lives with her husband, daughter, two dogs and two cats in the city's Fairmount section, where she dreams at night of one day singing The National Anthem at an Eagles game. In addition to her column and blog, you can enjoy Ronnie's musings in podcast form here.


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