Monday, September 27, 2010

Is It Just About Cheating?

Some days when I read the news, I recall what Kundera said about Anna Karenina.  Noting the parallel between the opening and ending of the novel, he says that we should not view the symmetry as contrived to serve a fictional purpose.  After all, real life carries more surprising symmetries than fiction could ever produce.  They lack only a narrator to notice them. 

When I read this article about FBI agents cheating on an exam to test their knowledge of the new guidelines for gathering domestic intelligence, I simply had to laugh.  Rather emblematic of the entire situation, I think: cops cheating and cutting corners on their knowledge of guidelines that already test the limits of our civil liberties and the Constitution (yes, I’m being polite).  What must Kundera think of this?  The “lawlessness,” if you will, of our dishonest G-men shucking the exam offers an admirable and rhetorically delectable symmetry with the lawlessness of the very surveillance guidelines that govern the behavior of these very same G-men.  If it were not so upsetting, I would find it stylistically beautiful.  And funny.

But you know what, it’s the cheating element that is really bugging me.  Maybe because I am an educator, or maybe because I’ve been closely following a recent debate about cheating, I don’t know.  But it bugs the hell out of me that they cheated. 

It was entirely unnecessary.  If you read the report, it quickly becomes clear that a “normal” FBI training seminar and test could only be failed if the test-taker were unconscious or dead.  A few examples: trainers during a “normal” seminar would (a) stomp their feet loudly several times when covering material related to an exam question, (b) use “cartoon characters” on PowerPoint slides to indicate exam material, or (c) use some other attention-getting signal (raised eyebrows and finger pointing?) to tell people that this next thing would definitely be on the exam.    

And the “normal” exam? Easy mode.  You could change your answer after it was selected.  Or, if you actually managed to get one wrong, you were told immediately that it was wrong, so you wouldn’t forget on the re-test (yes…re-test).  Oh, and there was no randomizing of questions, answers, or ordering.  Right answers were always the same, and always in the same order on the test. 

Hilarious.  If I ran my classes like the FBI runs its training programs, I would be laughed out of my University and then fired.  Now, the DIOG exam they cheated on in large numbers was apparently harder than the normal exam because, as best as I can tell, it employed common sense.  Randomized questions, randomized answer selection, and you could not revisit or change answers once selected.  You also did not know which you answered right or wrong, only a total score.  Gee, sounds almost like a normal test…oh, and the last question was an acceptance of an honor pledge that you only consulted authorized material for the exam and didn’t talk to or receive support from another person.  So far, so good. 

And to make things easier than most freshmen level college courses, there was no penalty for failing except “remedial training” (which almost never happened) and a re-test.  It was an open-book test, zero time limit, and infinite re-tests upon failing.  No penalties, no fouls.  Just test till you passed. 

Oh, I um forgot to mention: it was possible to download and print all 51 questions once you opened the exam.  It seems this was a brief oversight on the part of the test makers, but well, a bunch of lawyers told employees they could print the exam, so they did.  And then passed.  But you know, they weren’t supposed to because, well, read for yourself:

If ever asked, the CPO would not have authorized the printing of
the DIOG test questions to be shared with employees prior to them
taking the DIOG test. Even though the DIOG and notes were
authorized during test taking, it was never the intent of the CPO to
have copies of the test questions available outside of actually
taking the Virtual Academy DIOG test.

Why this would not constitute common sense and the most obvious course of action to even a reasonably educated cop, much less an FBI agent, is utterly mystifying.  Have you watched Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?  You can’t get the questions in advance and then come back to answer them all correctly and take the money! C’mon.  Even fifth-graders know this.  Why don’t the G-men and their lawyers? 

But alright.  Exams, even this “more rigorous” exam, are impossible to fail at the FBI.  So why cheat?  It couldn’t be easier to pass.  It’s fail-proof!  Why cheat on a test you can’t, in the end, fail?  That’s what is bugging me.  Cheating on an exam when it is entirely unnecessary and nothing – except our civil liberties – hangs in the balance. 

When I have a student that cheats, both the reaction and the reasons are the same.  It is always sad.  Sometimes, they were overworked, waited till the last minute, or had too many exams that day/week/month.  Other times, they thought they had a full-proof method, they didn’t realize the severity of what they were doing, or they didn’t know what they were doing.  In the end, the reasons amount to the same thing.  It didn’t matter. 

I suspect that is why they always expected, wrongly, that I would just let them re-take the assignment with a slight penalty…give them a do-over, a mulligan.  Ok, they were caught, it was a mistake and a bad thing to do, but in the end, it didn’t matter.  Let’s look to the future, not the past.  Let’s recognize that people are human and offer a second chance.  I am deeply sympathetic to second chances and renewed hope and spirit.  I have been given many second chances, and I doubt that I deserved even a fraction of them.  I am convinced that generosity is a powerful motivator, and I am absolutely convinced that cheating hurts those who engage in it far more, in the end, than the punishments that I might inflict.  Attentive to these recognitions, I have given many second chances.  I have tried constructive approaches, and I have done everything I can to teach the value of honesty rather than the punishment for dishonesty. 

But I have always been concerned by the perspective that the exam, assignment, or test just didn’t matter.  In the larger context, education is no longer its own value, and it is not prized as a good in itself.  Students need jobs, and graduates need jobs that will help them pay off the investment of college.  As much as education might be about other things, it is also about functional, practical ends.  Chief among those ends is a good, well-paying job.  Exams are simply hurdles in the way of that final end, grades, and that ultimate end, jobs.  They don’t matter.  So why not cheat?  It’s not a cost benefit analysis, it’s just a recognition that an exam is merely an insignificant means to an end that is disconnected from both the exam and the material it covers.  Exams relate to narrow ranges of information that will not, in the grand scheme, impact a life beyond the course grade which in the end contributes to a job.  In the midst of this indifference and insignificance, cheating is very nearly mandated. 

No, this is not cynicism.  No, I am not speaking about all students.  Not even about most students.  I am instead attempting to locate the range of interests that would lead one to view exams and tests as so insignificant and irrelevant that it is worth cheating even on an exam that you cannot fail.  In my experience with students that are less than honest, I have at times suspected the presence of this indifference and insignificance.  It troubles me.  And when I look at the lengths to which these agents went in order to cheat on a fail-proof exam, I see a powerful indifference to the exam and its necessity.  They cheated, as I imagine it, because the exam and the accompanying training just didn’t matter.  It was irrelevant to the ends and aims of their jobs (keeping us safe, stopping terrorists, and all of the other things that involve domestic intelligence).  It would neither help nor hinder their effective ability to do what they were already doing, and in this context, they viewed cheating as practically mandated. 

This frightens me.  Not only because of what it says about the mentality of cheating, but because of the impetus for this specific test.  The DIOG (Domestic Investigations and Operations Guide) was implemented as “an outgrowth of the FBI’s post-September 11, 2001, transformation from primarily a law enforcement agency to a domestic intelligence agency that focuses on its national security and law enforcement missions.”  The FBI is now a domestic intelligence agency.  Got that?  And as such, the DIOG was created to “ensure that the FBI’s operating rules are consistent with the Bureau’s mission and current operational needs while at the same time protecting the privacy and civil liberties of Americans.”  Of course, this led Congress and a few advocacy groups to wonder whether or not the FBI would actually follow these guidelines, and whether they actually cared about protecting privacy and civil liberties.  So, the tests were designed to prove that the FBI cared about privacy and all that weepy, liberal constitution stuff, and to provide transparent assurance that the FBI complied with these guidelines instead of, you know, breaking the law.

And it is this test on which all of those G-men cheated…the test designed to ensure compliance with guidelines to safeguard the privacy and civil liberties of Americans.  If my argument has merit, that cheating on a fail-proof test indicates the insignificance of the test for actual goals and ends, then this outcome is more than troubling.  It’s downright scary.  What would have to be the institutional climate of a domestic intelligence agency such that it would be so utterly indifferent to training and compliance with guidelines that protect civil liberties? 

The educational form of the argument states that deep indifference (of the kind that would nearly mandate cheating) occurs when the actual goal of the institutional setting (getting a job) is radically divorced from the intended goal (getting an education).  Apply this to our current case, and the implication is that the actual goal of the FBI is radically divorced from the intended goal.  And moreover, this is true to such an extent that training and testing for the sake of compliance with the protection of civil liberties is insignificant to the point of meaninglessness. I find that scary.    

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Why Aren't We Eating Vegetables?!


Americans don’t eat enough vegetables.  Well, Americans don’t really eat vegetables at all.  Not surprising all things considered.  We are the most obese nation, we are rather unhealthy for a developed nation (though this is the result of a wide variety of things), and the pooreryou are, the fewer options you have for eating healthy. 

So, I thought I would talk about vegetables.  No social commentary.  I’ll do that later.  Just vegetables and interesting, easy ways to eat them.  A lot of the talk in the article concerned how difficult it is to prepare, plan for, and eat vegetables and well, that's just hooey. 

One of the easiest in terms of full-meal preparation: stir fry.  Excellent way to eat vegetables, especially if you’re a fan of wok cooking.  High heat, small amount of oil (almost none with a well-seasoned wok), beautiful, natural flavors.  I have a wonderful recipe for bok choy and dried mushrooms.  That’s it.  No sauce, no seasonings beyond a little EVOO and a little salt.  Delicious. 

But ok, I was thinking that eating vegetables is even simpler than stir fry.  Stir frying with a good, well-seasoned cast iron wok takes a bit of practice and a bit of confidence with cooking at high temperature.  It also takes fast hands.  So, I read this article and immediately I’m thinking about how easy it is to cook vegetables quicker than you can say “fast food hamburger.” 

You only need three things: a steamer bowl, a food processor, and lemon juice.

Most any vegetable is improved with lemon juice.  I like to go to my local farmer’s market.  I’ll get broccoli, peas, green beans, whatever.  Something green.  Throw it in the steamer, give it 3-5 minutes, a little lemon juice, a little salt.  Easy like Sunday morning.  The freshness of the veggies straight from the market adds all the flavor you need, and the lemon juice is a nicely tart complement.  Do they get mushy?  Blanche them in a cold water bath.  Just shove those veggies in some cold water to stop cooking them.  Shake ‘em off, plop ‘em down.  Crispy deliciousness. 

Store bought, which most of use most of the time, isn’t as naturally flavorful, but it’s still good.  And if your market sucks, then frozen is often better than what they have in the produce section.  Flash frozen vegetables shortly after harvesting can be delicious with the same simple preparation. 

Or red pepper.  Get some nice bitter greens: kale, mustards, chard.  Wilt over medium heat with some olive oil and red pepper flakes.  Toss with a rich nut like walnuts (to balance the bitterness), another little shot of lemon and you’re set. 

Another simple preparation.  Take milder veggies like cauliflower, steam almost to doneness, toss with a little balsamic vinegar and grated parmesan, then bake.  Yes, bake.  Yummy, and no time at all. 

I am a big fan of simple and direct cooking.  And with experimentation, veggies are some of the easiest and most pleasing dishes to prepare.  When I read that Americans don’t eat vegetables, I scratch my head.  But they’re so easy and flavorful! You can do most anything to a vegetable and it will taste passably good.  The flavors are so varied, so unique, and so subtle that veggies just call out for experimentation with different tastes and flavor combinations.  Try to think about where you’ve tasted anything quite like a carrot.  And think about what can be done to it.  Shred it over a salad, toss it with a mild tahini/curry sauce, make a carrot slaw.  On and on and on.  Veggies should just never go to waste in a household.  Too much spinach?  Dip time! I don’t even know how I would replicate or describe the taste of Arugula, or why leeks are so delicious, or why sometimes I like white onions and sometimes red.  When I think of how many good things can be done to and with veggies, I’m just astounded we don’t eat more of them. 

In comparison to vegetables, why the hell would I eat a fat-soaked, salt-laden french fry?  Don’t misunderstand, I get the appeal.  Fat, salt, and carbs are like heaven from time to time.  But they pale over time in comparison to the rich subtlety and endless combinations of vegetables. I know, potato = veggie, but when it comes in the form of a french fry it might as well be a guided missile aimed at your heart. 

And if you’re thinking that you don’t have time to experiment, guess what?  You don’t have to! Aside from lemon juice and olive oil, you’re all set.  But even better, there’s this wonderful little book.  The Flavor Bible.  They surveyed a bunch of chefs to list the foods that paired well with other foods and then ranked them from most common to least.  The result is an endless recipe book.  Want a recipe for guacamole dip?  Look up Avocado.  You will see ingredients like red onion, lime juice, tomato, etc.  Follow the leads of these chefs and pretty soon you will have standard ideas of standard flavors and dishes.  Look up cauliflower or spinach and start experimenting! 

So….eat your veggies!

Saturday, September 25, 2010

10 Reasons Kitties are better than Spouses


10.  Sex is off the table entirely.  After a certain point, this is true also in marriage, but it comes with a great deal of guilt, resentment, arguing, bartering and compromising.  None of that with a kitty.

09. Too much hair is not a problem.  

08. Kitties are easily and cheaply amused by straw, bottle caps, string, and paper bags.

07. Kitties do not argue.  "Meow" is not a proposition; "meow meow MEOW" is not an argument.

06. No bathroom issues.  Kitties don't care if you lift the toilet seat, fail to put it back down, replace the toilet paper, put the cap on the toothpaste, roll from the bottom, clean the shower, or any of the other minutiae that divides couples.

05. You can have more than one kitty.  Not true with spouses...

04. Kitties do not get jealous if you play with other kitties.

03. Kitties never have cold feet. 
 
02. Kitties don’t care if I get fat.  I don’t care if they get fat.  

01. Fuzzy, pointy ears.  How much happier would humans be in general if we had fuzzy, pointy ears?  Admit it, you'd love it.

Is It Really Sad?


I have a ritual with one of my cats.  Well, many rituals to be honest, but this one is one of my favorites.  When I come home, Kik (the male kitty, aka buddy, aka my homeboy, aka kikki-poo), likes to be picked up and held.  It’s the first thing I do after walking in the door and setting down my stuff.  I pick up Kik, I hug him and pet him, he purrs.  We snuggle.  It’s awesome.  I happened to mention this to my students, and I described it as a brief moment when I feel happy, whole, and complete.  Just me and my kitty. 

That’s sad, they said. 

Sad?  I think they mean that it is sad that I feel happy, whole, and complete with Kik but not with another person.  They might suspect that my feelings of completeness with Kik reflect a fair share of loneliness and perhaps some lingering mental anguish.  Deere has cats but not another person waiting for him at home.  That must be lonely.  That must be hard.  He must really miss the companionship of a partner...

…that’s sad. 

Except it’s not.  I like being alone.  It is not a fate that has befallen me.  It is a choice.  An active one.   Right at this moment, I do not want a partner with whom I would share my life.  I think that people find it odd that one would choose to be single and alone.  I can’t see why.  I don’t have to share the bed (except with the kitties).  There are no phone calls, check-ins, permissions or absences.  I go where I want.  My money is for me to spend, whether frugally or frivolously.  I don’t share the remote (kitties don’t watch tv.  They stare, but I haven’t made up my mind that they’re actually watching…).  I can indulge my passion for cooking without sharing, though I bring a lot of it into school to share – especially when I bake.  I can also just order a pizza when my awesome cooking idea catches fire or tastes like cat litter.  I control the toilet seat. The list goes on.  There are endless benefits to living alone. 

But I suspect the issue isn’t about relative benefits.  People in relationships have their own lists which are just as good as mine.  It’s about choosing to be without a person to share one’s life.  It is the choice element, maybe, that is hard to understand.  Interestingly, I see my choice to be alone as a privilege.  If I did not find it just as easy to choose otherwise, I wonder if I would feel the same lack of urgency for a relationship.  If it were not a choice, I’m not sure I would enjoy being alone as much as I do.  After all, I do not find it especially hard to meet people and that makes being alone easier, I suppose.  I could always choose otherwise; a relationship could be there if I want it.  (Especially with the ease of online dating in Boston.)

But nope.  I’m alone.  Happily.  It has led me to think, though, why there is a negative value assigned to this choice, and likewise why there is a positive value assigned to choosing a relationship.  I have many ideas, some more farfetched than others.  One in particular appeals to me.  When we identify a spiritual value in our life, a transcendent value, it usually happens in deeply personal and profoundly individual ways.  And we often express the personal dimension of transcendent value through the object of our transcendence: god is the father, we are his children.  Christ is the bridegroom, the church (all of us united in Christ) is the bride.  In short, there is no more powerful statement of transcendent eventuation than that “the two shall become one.”  Unity from out of a prior separation dominates our ideals of transcendence.  When I proceed from this perspective, being alone looks awful.  Being alone becomes existentially weighty and profoundly negative.  It lacks spiritual and transcendental value.  It is a state that lacks something essential and powerful, and from a spiritual perspective, loneliness is something to be overcome, a state to be rectified as part of our spiritual accomplishment.  Loneliness ain’t human. 

Except I’m not lonely.  And I’m not alone.  I just don’t happen to want a particular form of association with a particular sort of person.  I have my kitties.  I have friends.  I have confidantes, acquaintances, lovers, sometime travelers, and deep, kindred souls that are like family to me.  And I have family.  But in the midst of these relations, I do not identify my fulfillment with the need for another, and I do not identify transcendent or spiritual value through another person.  My selfhood is currently enough.  I am sure that at some point, this will change.  When it does, I do not know if I will be happy about it.  And the reason why is that I struggle to see what a relationship offers in the way of transcendence that so many other forms of association would not.  Holding Kik when I get home from work is a joy.  He’s furry and soft and happy.  He purrs, and he looks positively ecstatic just to be held.  He’s not going to pull away and ask what’s for dinner.   He doesn’t care if I’m sweaty or I smell.  We have a wonderful hug and then he wanders off to sleep in my linens or get something to eat.  Awesome. 

But I just don’t see why it’s sad.  Or why I should want a relationship instead of what I currently have.  Also, I suppose I do not understand why romantic relationships should be prized over other forms of association.  What I might have or want in a romantic relationship is spread across a variety of people who occupy very different roles.  Do I need them rolled into one to be happy?  Some I would travel with.  Some I would not.  Some are lovers.  Others are not.  I have people and two non-people with whom to see movies, go to shows, run races, and in general share my life.  I am hard pressed to figure out why I should want one person to play all of those separate roles and to do so as the central person in my life and the thing to be desired over being alone and coming home to hug my kitty.