By now I am certain you have all heard of Common Core. Though the intent may have been good, the resulting standards and implementation have been a complete debacle.At no time were early education or developmental specialists consulted in designing the standards. Special needs children have been completely forgotten. The result is a set of expectations for our youngest students which are not only developmentally inappropriate, but completely at odds with what we know of cognitive development.
Ironically, Jason Zimba, the mathematics standards writer for Common Core, reports that these standards were designed to prepare students for a two year college, and that graduating seniors would be unprepared for a freshman calculus course. How can we consider these standards to be superior if our graduating students will be even less prepared for STEM fields than they are now?
Impatience is rampant these days, with harried drivers blaring horns to speed up traffic. The car horn was designed to alert other automobile drivers to potential hazards, i.e. swerving into oncoming traffic, drifting into the next lane, etc.
I would like to express my most sincere thanks to the children and schools of the 17th Assembly District who participated in my office’s 1st Annual Valentines for Vets.
The response my office received was positively overwhelming. The nearly 2,200 valentines created by the children displayed an appreciation for our veterans that was truly heartwarming. It is a pleasure to know that all our veterans have done, for their nation and its people, has been acknowledged with gratitude and respect. I would like to thank the principals, teachers and staff of the following schools for their participation: Albany Avenue School, Stanley D. Saltzman East Memorial School and Woodward Parkway School in the Farmingdale School District.
New York State Assemblyman Thomas McKevitt, 17th District
I’m lucky to live only blocks away from an unspoiled piece of nature, where a pond-side bench lets me sit and enjoy a big cup of coffee and a plastic-tipped cigar.
From this vantage point, my mind wanders freely. I often reminisce of my childhood, where in every season and at every age I spent time here.
Nowadays, I smoke my cigars and admire the brilliant beauty of the swans on the pond. Here, there is peace. But any tranquility I feel is replaced with indignation when I think of what I’ve recently learned: that the swans are to be slaughtered if the New York State
Department of Environmental Conservation goes ahead with its latest management plan. This plan seeks to eradicate the species from the state by 2025.
I found Maryann Sinclair Slutsky’s article on Michael Dowling (“An Immigrant Who Hasn’t Forgotten”) very interesting.
My parents also immigrated from Ireland, with an 18-month-old daughter, after waiting two years for permission to come. My mother was nine months pregnant with me at that time, but decided to come anyway.
This was in 1929, and they were here two weeks when I was born. So, you talk about struggle, no job, and then came the start of the Depression.
Over the past year, the Village of Farmingdale has kept and continues to keep taxes within the 2 percent levy cap threshold. Meanwhile the Standard and Poor’s Bond rating for the Village went up two points to AA.
We recently settled a 9-year-old lawsuit at no cost to Village residents as our former insurance company will cover all disbursements. Future residential development dispersed throughout the village will have a 10 percent workforce housing requirement. Housing income caps will be five percent at 80 percent and five percent at 50 percent of the Nassau County household median income.
Nassau County is vigorously promoting its new smart phone app that allows citizens to report potholes, but when we got the announcement last week our reaction was “Seriously? You need an app for that?” After all, it’s not as if the potholes are hiding. Many of them reappear, year after year, in predictable spots, well-traveled stretches where major roads intersect. HempsteadTurnpike, near the fork for Conklin and Fulton streets, offers a stupendous moonscape. You can see it has been repeatedly patched. Merrits Road through the Seaford-Oyster Bay Expressway is a bone-jangling mess.
Plus, old technologies—a phone call—do the job just as well. But the app announcement came with a pledge to fix potholes within 24 hours of notification. That made us pay attention, though we were skeptical. Thus, we were pleasantly surprised when some obvious potholes (like that moonscape at Jericho) got fixed quickly. We never see the repair crews at work, but they are getting the job done—and there’s no app for that. Let’s give thanks for the road crews that are so unobtrusively smoothing our winter-savaged roads. We’ll be keeping you busy until Spring!
We have great things coming up for Spring, including the annual St. Patty’s Day Parade, the Farmingdale Community Summit, Comedy Night, the Easter Bunny, and of course, our regular lunches and networking nights.
Have you taken a walk down Main Street lately? Things are looking really great. Charlotte’s Frozen Yogurt has opened and the community is raving about them.
Confidence and trust in government appears to continue to erode because of political infighting, and the perception of waste, fraud, and limited transparency. This is why my office has taken small yet significant steps to attempt to restore some trust through transparency.
Recently the Comptroller's Facebook page made available all 2013 Nassau County contracts with vendors as well as all the bills paid by the county. In keeping with my office’s prudent standards of controlling costs and promoting innovation, we used the latest social media tools to make this information available to the greatest number of residents. Not a single taxpayer dollar has been spent for this important public service.
I was reminiscing with my family the other evening, recounting a particular first day of class at Main Street School in Farmingdale. A pretty red-headed Science teacher deemed that from this day on, I was to be known as ‘Ron Salon’ because it sounded better. No argument here; we Solans have been called Sloan, Solan, Slogan—you name it. Thank you, Mrs. Noreen Rogers as well as the other fine teachers in Farmingdale... the place where I spent my ‘Wonder Years’.
Elementary school was very interesting in the 1960’s. My third grade class experienced the JFK assassination in 1963 and went on a class trip to the New York World’s Fair in 1964.
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