Powerful Speech about Education

In the most recent edition of Education Revolution published a powerful speech to the Texas legislature delivered by Representative Cheri Isett. In response, she received an overwhelming ovation by the legislators, and her speech was published in the Quorum Report, an inside capitol rag.

As she left the room, the Sergeant at Arms who guards the door was in tears. He said nothing had ever been said in that room that was more important. He told her, "I was one of those kids."

If you’d like to know more about the publication in which I found this, you can go to Education Revolution and have access to numerous books and information about alternatives in education.

Here is the content of Cheri Isett’s inspiring speech.

I recognize that I am the most junior members of the House and for me to speak in this manner, I know, is highly unusual.  However, this may be the only opportunity I have to address this body on a matter that I feel is of utmost importance and lies deep within my heart.  In fact, what I am about to say to you, I believe, is so important that I am going to read it rather than speak freely as I am accustomed to doing.

HB1 is a good bill.  I am wholeheartedly behind reducing and restraining the growth on the egregious burden of property taxes in Texas.  I was glad to vote for it.  Carl stayed up way past his bedtime to watch the passage of HB1 and be a part of this historic legislation which you all have worked so hard on.

But there is something in this bill which grieves my heart.  Something I believe we will pay dearly for in generations to come. That is the education reform measures which, although well meaning, will be to the detriment of Texas children.  I am eager to see Texas children grow and increase in knowledge and education.  My goodness, I have seven of them.  I earnestly desire for the generation being raised up now to have greater opportunities than there were for the generation before them.  But I believe we are on a misguided path with increases in standardized testing and mandated course work.

I know, we all know, the utter frustration from parents and teachers and students over increased regiments and standardized testing.  I believe we would all agree that studying to a test and regurgitating is not a true education.  We would all agree that the minds of Albert Einstein, Ben Franklin, Thomas Edison, Samuel Morse, Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Michael Dell would never have tolerated such infliction upon them.  They would never have allowed their creativity and their courage to step into unknown territories to be held back by the boxes that we force our school children to conform into.

These children were created by God to be unique individuals with unique gifts and talents.  They are aching to break free from the tyranny of standardized tests and curriculum scope and sequence and express those gifts and talents.  But we have legislated them out.  We have told the artist that he has to pull back and cut back on blossoming in his chosen art because he doesn’t have time.  He has to take another math and science class.  We have told the very, very bright entrepreneur that his pursuits are worthless because he is not a good test taker and pulls our school ratings down.  We have told our teachers that they are not good teachers and don’t deserve merits for their efforts because the artists and entrepreneurs in their classes don’t deliver the goods in test results.

There is a whole world of knowledge and all of history to study.  We could never impart all of it to every child.  There’s just too much of it.  So who has the right to determine what body of knowledge has merit.  Who was it anyway that said every seventh grader needs to know all the parts of the cell and their function.  Why is that more important than, say, the intricacies of weather systems.  And why are either of those more important than any other body of knowledge which delights the heart of a child.  Who gives merit to one body of knowledge over another.  And yet, through our essential skills and standardized tests, we praise one type of learner and condemn another.  We tell our classroom teachers that it doesn’t matter that you want to reach the heart of a child . We want you to mold his mind to conform to what we believe is a productive, college-prepped student.

I challenge you, Members, in sessions to come as you discuss these crucially important matters, to break out of the box.  We can no longer afford to measure education success in terms of test results and rigorous curriculum.  In that arena, countries like China clearly have us beat.  They are disciplined, they are structured, they can produce multiples of what we can produce cheaper, not better, but more of it and cheaper.

The one thing other cultures lack which we possess and which we must fight to hold on to is creativity, imagination, and courage.  These are the things which we must foster in education if our children and our nation are to survive.  We need minds that are nurtured in discovery, not rote memorization.  We need individuals who are able to muster the courage to go where others have never gone.  We need to quit trying to cookie cutter every child in Texas schools and let the God given, God led creativity and excellence flow out.  We need to trust teachers to do what they have been called to do and quit micro-managing them. When it comes to accountability measures in exchange for state funding, we need to hold school administrators responsible for their stewardship of those monies, not place the onerous burden of performance on the shoulders of those who at this point are victims in this debate, the students and their teachers.  We need to quit telling parents that their child is a failure because he’s not raising our school’s ratings with his test results.

What I’m challenging you with will in itself require creativity and courage to do.  In the sessions to come, I’m challenging you to trust that children are naturally curious and creative.  Trust that if we as adults get out of their way, they will discover and grow in their world every bit as much between the ages of 6 and 18 as they did from birth to age 5.  We need to give the teachers in their classrooms the support and discretionary funding to explore and discover with their students. Not funding for more bureaucracy, but funding to buy state of the art equipment to learn on, funding to backpack over Guadalupe Peak,  funding to build a boat from scratch and sail it across a big lake.  We need to appreciate the value of apprenticeships and accordingly, to loosen child labor laws enough to provide for them. We need to stop burdening children with standardized testing which we would all have to honestly agree is not the measure of a true education.

Members, this is a big challenge.  I’ve seen more intellectual firepower in this room in the last three weeks than I’ve ever seen in one place before.  For the sake of our children, for the sake of our nation let’s use that firepower to find a better, more creative, more productive way to approach education reform than the road we’ve been on.

Thank you for allowing me to speak from my heart.

Horse Trek in Kyrgyzstan

When we began our 2-week horse trek in Kyrgyzstan, I didn’t know what to expect. I had only my desire for an adventure on horseback and my imagination to fill in the blanks.

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The trek was far more wonderful than I imagined. The Tian Shen Mountains (Celestial Mountains) are breath-taking and expansive. Every moment of every day was filled with an ever-changing vista of rocky canyons, steep mountainsides, river crossings andP6260591
meadows of vibrant-colored wildflowers.

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The first day we were accompanied by the Eagle Man, the last remaining eagle hunter in Kyrgyztan. He hunts on horseback with his golden eagle hooded and on his arm. We stayed in his home in the countryside about 3 hours outside of the capital of Bishkek. His home was comfortable and warm, with its own unique charm and decoration. His wife is a deeply peaceful, aware, heart-centered woman, and they share their home with their children and grandchildren.

Of the ten of us on the trek, everyone else was European, mostly Brits. They are such wonderful people, and we enjoyed one another immensely. We worked together to find rocks to hide behind for bathroom breaks in the mountainside and deeply enjoyed the delicious, healthy food we were fed throughout the trek. Everyone thought they would lose weight on this trip. No one did.

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There were also immense grasslands with yurts and herds of sheep, goats, horses, cows and yaks, grazing freely with no fences separating them. Someone watched the herd, usually a young person or two. Often these herders were so entranced by us, a group of 10 Westerners, our Italian guide Dom, and two Kyrgyz riders that they walked out to greet us and rode with us if they had a horse.

One of our truly special experiences occurred at mid-day after a morning of light rain, when it was raining too much for us to easily have our usual picnic lunch. Our guide said he hoped we found a yurt. We were blessed to spot a yurt in the distance with smoke rising from its stove pipe. Heat!

Our guide and the two Kyrgyz riders rode up to the yurt and explained our situation. We were immediately invited inside, all thirteen of us, where the mother and older daughter (7 years old) served us delicious tea, warm home baked bread, and bowls of sweet cream. We were invited to dip the bread into the cream. Delicious!

It was amazing and delightful to all of us to be so warmly welcomed into their small yurt, bringing in our wet rain gear and boots. There were four young children in the family plus their father and an uncle, who owned the yurt. As our way of saying, “Thank you,” we shared our food with them and left them all the food we brought that we did not eat.

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We learned later that this is the tradition among the nomadic people in Kyrgyzstan. Hospitality is extended to anyone passing by who needs it. They are a warm, heart-centered generous people. We didn’t take any photos here out of respect for their generosity. Here is a photo of a yurt where we stayed in a few days later.

One other important note needs to be added here. The horses are incredible! They are the size of large ponies in the West and have endless endurance, carrying us all safely over rocky terrain at elevations often above 10,000 feet. We rode about 7 – 8 hours every day, often trotting or loping delightedly through the trail-less mountainsides. They are wise horses who pick safe paths through the rocks and numerous treacherous marmot holes.

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Here is a photo of my horse whom I named Prince Charming. He is a stallion who consistently picked the best path through the rough terrain and who safely carried me over approximately 200 miles. He loved to run and we had such great times together.

I felt sad at the end of our trek, heading back into “civilization.” The beauty of the land, the people and the horses touched me profoundly, and I am enriched by having known them so intimately.

Greetings from Kyrgyzstan

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Monday morning here. We met our guide, Dom, a man of Italian descent, and we
connect with the group at noon for lunch.

Our trip has been filled with serendipitous encounters and a flow that works
wonderfully. One of these was meeting a 23-year-old man at a grocery store. His
name is Igor. He was born in Bishkek and is of Russian descent. He went to Las
Vegas as a foreign exchange student when he was 16 and has been studying in
California ever since. He speaks excellent English and has CA energy.

He drove us around some yesterday morning. We went to the Osh Market, which is
pretty different from Latin America markets–stalls with beautiful spices,
dried fruits and nuts, much less fruits and veggies. I loved it!

We had a little rain the other night with some lightning. All of a sudden all
the lights went out everywhere. A few minutes later we heard a knock at our
door, and the hotel staff brought us a candle. The electricity came on soon
after.

Bishkek is such an interesting blend of several cultures, all moving into
modern Western ways. It’s not completely made the transition so it’s like a
gangly puppy, learning how to walk in its new and bigger body.
The people are very sweet and kind to us, although at first they may appear
stand-offish and somewhat unhappy. Who knows what’s really happening for them?

Time to meet the rest of the group. We head out on our adventure we’ve come
half way around the world to experience. Apparently all the rest except two
have already been out on the trails. Our group will have two stallions joining
us who have not been ridden much this year. Should make for an interesting
dynamic. We will ride the same horse for the entire trip, which sounds great to
me.

Suzdal

Here are some delightful photos from Suzdal, a village of 12,000 about 3 hours by train or bus east of Moscow. The pace if slower here, and there are numerous churches, many of which are hundreds of years old. I loved taking photos of all the onion domes.

The homes in Suzdal are traditional Russian country homes. I loved their interesting architecture and design. Plus there were several homes that were painted turquoise. For those of you who have met me in person, you know turquoise in one of my favorite colors.

Enjoy!

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Open Letter from Moscow!

Hi–Cynthia here, Connie’s trusty Virtual Assistant.  Connie and her husband are traveling right now so I’m posting this for her.  I’m sure you’ll be hearing much more about it when she returns. In the meantime, here’s part of her amazing adventure.

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Wow!
What an amazing time we’ve had here in Moscow. Very energy intense at first, and
are enjoying it more here all the time. We are pros with the Metro. Amazing
fact–in a given day, 9 million people use the Metro–more than London and New
York combined!! It’s also a very classy Metro, we took some photos today.


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We visited the Kremlin yesterday–lots of golden onion domes, marching soldiers
and soldiers on horseback. Then we walked to infamous Red Square and saw St.
Basil’s Cathedral with its ornate, multi-colored dome. We also saw lots of
brides and bridegrooms celebrating and getting their photos taken in Red Square
and St. Basil’s. They all looked so happy.





Moscow is a very European city, much more than we expected. We have seen the
most amazing array of very high fashion, trendy shoes I have ever seen and
young women actually wearing them. I haven’t seen anything like them in the
States.

Today we visited Lenin’s Mausoleum and saw the preserved Lenin himself. He
looked so life-like I thought he might sit up and talk at any moment. The
technology has recently become commercialized, and you too can be
preserved for a mere $1 million.

Tomorrow we head to Suzdal, a village of 12,000 about 4 hours by train and bus
outside of Moscow. It will be a relaxing change of pace.