Return to Aldama

Another January and there I was, once again queued up on the sidewalk in front of  Aldama Elementary, vying for a kindergarten spot for my grandson.  A year ago I arrived 19 hours prior to registration, this year it was 22 hours but I split the time with my son Michael.  As difficult as it may be to describe the set of circumstances that could bring anyone to do such a thing once, let alone twice, I’m going to take a crack at it nonetheless.

Over several decades the combined efforts of the LAUSD and the UTLA have driven the parents of hundreds of thousands of kids to desperation.  Parents have turned their backs on a free but inferior public school in their own neighborhood to find an alternative that offers some hope for their children’s education.  The rush to secure a spot at a private, charter or out-of-area school, has parents participating in lotteries, camping out prior to registration, and if successful, possibly adding up to 10 hours a week to an already brutal commute. 

LAUSD is headquartered downtown in a 29-story building for which the district paid $154 million in 2001.  The building provides over 900,000 square feet of offices for 3,400 administrative staffers, many of whom earn 6-figure salaries.  Among those working at the headquarters is a brain trust who in 2007 paid $135 million for a custom payroll system that took half a decade to install and costs the district $1,421 per year to cut paychecks for each employee as opposed to the $36 per year had they simply gone with an outside service.  A 2010 grand jury report on this affair determined that the system had overpaid 35,000 employees by a whopping $60 million and attempts to reclaim the money had fallen short by $9 million.  Of course this bit of nonsense hardly compares with the district’s $1 billion iPad debacle that the United States Attorney’s Office is still investigating.

The UTLA, or teachers union, has dedicated itself for decades to maintaining its status as a powerful influence in state and local politics.  The union’s secondary activity has been to refuse to acknowledge any responsibility for the systemic failure of LAUSD schools while blocking changes of any kind.  A.J. Duffy was elected UTLA president in 2005 having campaigned with a message that as a former heroin addict and semi-illiterate he was uniquely well suited for the job (I am not making this up). 

Duffy held office for six years prior to being ousted by term limits.  He used a Jimmy Hoffa persona to stymie every progressive idea having to do with offering charter schools or modifying teacher tenure, testing, evaluation and dismissal. In 2011, the very same A.J. Duffy now free of the UTLA, helped launch a charter school called Apple Academy
Even a former illiterate such as Duffy could read the handwriting on the wall.  Knowing that unlike a public school his charter school had to perform to survive, he insisted on non-union teachers and every single policy he had fought against tooth and nail when he ran the union.  The best part was that he was let go a year later when the Apple Academy budget could no longer justify Duffy’s position as CEO.  What goes around comes around. 

Last year the Broad Foundation whose mission is to transform K-12 urban public education joined with other groups critical of the status quo and proposed to use $490 million of private donations to open 260 charter schools over the next eight years.  The plan is a remedy for an LAUSD that is unable to “improve academic performance, resolve its financial deficit and provide stable leadership.”  The current Los Angeles School Board President, Steve Zimmer, referred to the plan as a “hostile takeover”.  I am sure Mr. Zimmer realizes that it’s not personal, the LAUSD had more than 50 years to work things out before he came along.  If bettering education means the LAUSD fades into oblivion, so be it.  Besides, what goes around comes around.

The lack of a decent local public school has tens of thousands of parents scrambling to find an alternative, even if it only covers K-6.  Parents devote between 12 and 24 months compiling data on spread sheets before their kids are due for kindergarten.  Now that two incomes are required by a family of four to avoid starvation, information about the quality of the school is only part of what goes into the decision of where to send their kids.  The location of the school relative to the parents’ workplace can be a deal breaker.  Pre-school and after school care location(s), hours of coverage and cost are also of paramount importance.  One must consider how convenient would it be for the grandparents or other relatives to help out when needed.  Hillary is correct when she says It Takes a Village, but then again one income was plenty before the Clintons and the Bushes got their hands on this country.

My son Michael and his wife Maria are nearing the end of a grueling 2-year odyssey of spread sheets, applications and associated fees, school tours, readiness determinations, enrollment eligibility policies, curriculum, school ranking and test scores, financial arrangements, interviews with school parents, administrators, pre and after school staff, ad infinitum.  One small part of this odyssey found the three of us taking turns standing in line at Aldama Elementary School because registration is done on a first-come-first-serve basis.  The school features dual language immersion and unusually strong parent support.  Studies speak well for dual immersion and I almost lose it when I think that in a few years my grandson can converse with his grandmother and great grandmother. 

For Aldama, my grandson is considered “out of area”, so we are in fact, if you can believe this, in line not to be enrolled but rather for a spot on a waiting list should any of the enrolled in-area kids drop out.  As luck would have it, during Maria‘s turn in line she struck up a conversation with Sonia who teaches at another dual immersion school.  When Sonia heard about the out-of-area status and figured out where my grandson lives, she said there’s a superb dual immersion program at the bottom of Maria’s street.  Damned if it's even a three-quarter nine iron off their front balcony.  The only way Michael and Maria could be closer to it would be if they lived in the car wash on the corner.  Michael had been given a tour of the place a year or two ago but then follow up attempts sort of fell through the cracks.  It seems as though things might just work out.  After all, what goes around comes around.