On Our Visit to Roosevelt High School – expectation, transformation, and super awesome kids.

My oldest daughter – math wiz, artist, DIY crafty-manx fashionista, geek princess, treasure of my beleaguered heart – is in eighth grade, which means that we, as a family are looking into high schools. My baby is going to high school. This baby:

wee ellaLook at her! So tiny! Her foot is about the size of my dang thumb! High school? Really? It simply cannot be. This is the face I make every time I think about it.

In any case, we are now looking at schools. Now, this, alas, is tricky business. She used to go to Seward Montessori – a public, wonderful school in South Minneapolis, and we were very happy there. Unfortunately, in fifth grade, while Ella was busting at the seams of every standardized test that they handed to her, we found out that her school had simply decided to stop teaching her math. “Oh,” they said. “She’s so far ahead. And she loves helping the other students. And when she reads a novel, she’s just so quiet. And, really, she’s fine.”

Note to educators everywhere: Never tell the parents of your high-testing kids that they are “fine”. No matter where they are in the spectrum of learners, every child deserves to learn every day. Every child, wherever they are, deserves to have reasonable educational goals and a guided plan to help them achieve those goals. Just because they’ve topped out of your curriculum, does not mean that they no longer need to be taught.

Anyway.

So she’s gone to a G&T program in the Bloomington Public Schools called Dimensions Academy, which has been a good fit for her, learning-wise, even though we did have to haul her butt deep into the suburbs every dang day. Which has been a pain. And even though she has made wonderful, dear, and life-long friends, she has never felt entirely comfortable in a suburban setting. She misses the diversity of the Minneapolis Public Schools. She misses the dynamism. And frankly, so do I.

So. High School.

My inclination is to have her go to South High, which is where I went. And my sisters. And my brother. And a gaggle of my cousins, second-cousins and so forth. In fact, my first-cousin’s son is a freshman there now. It’s a wonderful school with six bands, a fantastic art program, an incredible theater program, good academics, a deeply-involved parent base and a wicked awesome choir.

The problem is that, while we are in South’s zone, it is not our neighborhood school. And Ella might not get in. Roosevelt is our neighborhood school. And that? Well it was problematic for me. I had….expectations about what I would see at Roosevelt. Biases. And they were not kind. (Nor, let’s be honest, were they fair. More on that in a minute.)

Now, here’s the thing about Roosevelt’s reputation: it’s not entirely undeserved. At least historically. It’s been one of those schools that has struggled and struggled, for years. And things just haven’t gone right. Bad planning, extenuating forces that they could not anticipate, poor decisions by the school board, disastrous decisions by the Federal government, shifting demographics, high needs, what have you. Roosevelt couldn’t catch a break. Heck, even when I was in high school, if a teacher said that their job was moving to Roosevelt, we’d hug them and sob as if they told us they had inoperable brain cancer. During my senior year, the school board (in its perpetual wisdom) decided to transfer our principal – Dr. Andre Lewis – to Roosevelt. The students walked out and the protests lasted for days.

Now, let me say here that while I loved my experience at South, it wasn’t perfect. There were massive behavior problems back then and ….well, let’s just say it was rough around the edges. There were fights in the halls. I once found my locker splattered with blood because some guy clocked another right in the nose (with splattering) and the kid face-planted right next to my padlock. My principal got hit over the head with a crowbar when he got in the middle of a gang altercation. A kid in my music theater class got shot.

It was the early nineties in Minneapolis, the term “Murderapolis” hadn’t been coined yet, but we were on our way.

And as tough as it was, our understanding was that Roosevelt was tougher. Meaner. “Rougish” was the word we used. We didn’t know anyone who went there.

So, it was with not a little trepidation that I brought my child to Roosevelt for a visit.

And it was not without a little bit of skepticism. Sure, I had been told that they’ve been experiencing a turnaround. And sure, I had heard that they’ve got a big-ideas principal and a cadre of super-committed teachers. I had heard all of that. But I didn’t really believe it.

What I saw blew me away.

The high schools in my city in general are stronger now. They are cleaner. They are more orderly. The hallways are calm. The kids are smiling at each other.

But Roosevelt? Well, it’s something else. The kids loved each other. And they loved their teachers. Like, every kid I talked to. I’ve never seen anything like it.

We first had a meeting with Michael Bradley, the principal, who laid out for us where his school has been, how it has approached its restructuring, and what it’s plan for the future is. He talked about the middle schools in the area that have managed to turn themselves around (Sanford Middle School, for example, whose transformation is nothing short of a miracle) and what he is doing to replicate that for Roosevelt. He told us of his very personal goal to transform the school into an institution in which any student – be they high end or low end – would receive the tools and instruction they needed for a stellar education. He talked about the lasting damage of No Child Left Behind – the Bush Administration’s brilliant strategy of punishing schools into succeeding (may they rot in hell forever for the damage they did to our nation’s schools) – and how struggling schools were forced to abandon all programs except for baseline remediation. Gone went the music program. Gone went art. Gone went the choir. Gone went the debate team and the theater department and the math team. Gone went languages and upper-level math and creative writing.

“It was,” he said, “a system built to fail. And the people it hurt the most were the ones who deserved it least – the kids.”

I almost started crying.

“It’s not enough,” he said, “to put our efforts on remediation. Remediation outside of the context of a well-rounded and vigorous education – educating the whole person – is not going to work. It can’t be either/or. It has to be both/and.”

They implemented an IB program. They doubled their art program. They partnered with 3M to put in a writing center. They have a robotics program. They have a fantastic band teacher who is building an amazing band and orchestra program. They’re adding to their library.

But what’s more, they have a vigorous and deeply committed teaching staff that impressed the hell out of me. Our guide kept grabbing kids at random as we walked through the hallways, asking kids what they liked about their school.

“I really like my school a lot,” kid after kid after kid told us. “But I love my teachers.”

We grabbed another one. “The teachers here are the nicest in the world. If you’re lost, they will help you. If you are bored they will challenge you.”

And another: “The teachers here treat you like you’re one of their own. Like we belong to them.”

And another: “The teachers here are the best in the world.”

And another: “My teachers are either saving my butt or kicking my butt – sometimes in the same class period.”

And finally, we talked to a completely gorgeous senior girl – the first in her family to ever get into college. She is a singer, and had been accepted to the U of M, the conservatory at Lawrence University and NYU. And she said this: “I wouldn’t be where I am if it weren’t for my teachers. They helped me and believed in me and made me believe in myself even when I wasn’t ready to do it. They’re the best.”

These kids at Roosevelt, they were happy, they were kind, they were silly, they were crude, they told dumb jokes, they were committed students, they played their guts out in band, they asked thoughtful questions in English, they built cool catapults in Physics and were building a robot that could play Ultimate Frisbee in Robotics. They were awesome, awesome kids.

I’m still not convinced that it is the best fit for Ella (the fact that there is no choir might be a dealbreaker for us). I do feel, though, in a way that I did not before, that if we do not get our first choice and are at Roosevelt, that Ella would be just fine. She’d make friends. She’d learn. She would really love her teachers. All of that is good.  But, mostly, as an educator and as a neighbor of the school, I found the experience profoundly thrilling. Because this is happening. This transformation. This growth. This change. It is happening right now. And it did my heart so much good to see an entire building cooperatively involved in their own transformation, and, as a community, committed to the idea that yes it is possible, and yes it is probable, and yes we can build it together.

Go Roosevelt.

Yes.

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15 thoughts on “On Our Visit to Roosevelt High School – expectation, transformation, and super awesome kids.

  1. Great article. It made me extremely envious of this kids at that school. The High School I went too was fine. That’s it– fine. Not bad, but nothing special either. Frankly, I hated school. I hated being there. I hated the work and I felt like it was a massive waste of my time. I’m not entirely sure that I feel differently today when I look back. I’ve learned so much more since I left school. That environment just didn’t work for me. I did what I had to to get by and get through. Not a bit more. While I’m glad that I’ve learned to self teach, it would have been nice to have had a school that I loved going to.

  2. Thank you for posting this. I have only heard negative things about Roosevelt and assumed our only choice was to get into South. This gives me hope as Roosevelt is our community school. My kids are at Seward currently. I’m a little concerned about your Seward comments and glad you made me aware of that as well.

  3. I subbed for a math teacher today at Roosevelt. The students were as diverse as you could possibly get. Student after student came into class one by one, grabbed a calculator & the assigned worksheet (before I even told them about it) and sat in their assigned seat. Nobody tried to weasel their way out of class and few student were tardy. Some greeted me politely as they entered. Nearly all students were either offering help or seeking it from other students. They were solving the problems as though they were playing video games. It was a beautiful experience. I think the school is severely underrated and I agree with your assessment; the teachers are dedicated & caring.

  4. I graduated from Roosevelt in 2005 (when it still had the art-and-self-learning-based “open program”), and I love seeing this! when I went there, everyone felt the same way- we loved our teachers! (shout out to Ms. Pickens and Ms. Howard!). The cool thing about Roosevelt is that teachers listen to their students. In fact, if there is something you reeeeally want to do, they will help you to make it happen. Such as Choir. I would ask about the possibility of an after school choir group. If the interest among the students is there, and a teacher is willing to help, the school might be able to make it happen as an extra-curricular activity.

  5. Thank you for posting this. As a teacher at both Roosevelt and South, I saw and experienced exactly what you did.In fact, everyone I convinced to visit Roosevelt came away with the same impression. Getting people to set foot inside the building was the problem. Your post should be a great help to parents and their students.
    PS Andre Lewis was hit with a throwing star and it wasn’t aimed at him.

  6. Kelly-
    I visited Roosevelt on Wednesday and had a similar surprising experience! I went in wondering if we’d fear for our lives and left feeling like I could leave my baby there and he’d could build a future! Thank you so much for your accurate and heartfelt account. I am trying to get more parents to visit. Your friend, Lis

    • Lis! Can you believe our babies are going to high school? Who authorized this??

      I’m so glad you had a similar experience. We should have coffee soon and compare notes.

  7. Thank you for your post. I am completely blown away by your sincere and candid description and perspective. Because of your post and my friend LIs’s experience in touring there, we will tour. thank you.

  8. What a beautiful tribute to seeing beyond one’s initial perceptions and biases. As a parent of South High grads and a former school board member I so appreciate everything you wrote, your sincerity, your concern for your child and your openness to believing that a school CAN transform and change. Wonderful things are happening at Roosevelt right now. I wouldn’t hesitate to sign my own children up to be there and I encourage parents with high school choice on their horizon this year or next to give it a clear-eyed look. Thanks again for writing this.

    • Oh, my gosh! I have been so delinquent about my blog that I missed this comment, and it’s been in the queue for ages! My apologies. You know, Ella ended up deciding to go to South just because of the math question (she wanted a robust math team, and since she was starting freshman year in Calc, she wanted to be able to have two years of math at her high school without having to go off campus.) However, two very close friends of hers did opt to go to Roosevelt because they wanted a smaller, more intimate school, and South just seemed too big. And they have LOVED their experience so far.

      I also ended up being their artist in residence last spring, and I can attest to the incredible dedication and love of those dear teachers at that school. It really was a fantastic experience.

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