ED, Libka gives his side of summer school issue [D209]
Last week's Forest Park Review (Seth Stern) has D209's side of story on putting summer school at PMSA in Forest Park even though the zoning agreement forbid it.
Remember, Libka and Hastings make well in excess of $100,000/year.
Proviso High School District 209 Chief Education Officer Robert Libka said that there was "nothing slippery or underhanded" involved in the district’s decision to hold summer school at the new Proviso Math and Science Academy in Forest Park without informing the village....
"We could have done better in terms of communication in this case...if we messed up, we want to apologize," said Libka....
Previous attempts to contact Libka and other Dist. 209 representatives regarding the issue over the last few weeks have been unsuccessful.
He acknowledged that Kyle Hastings, the district’s director of auxiliary programming who oversees the summer school, had met with police officials to request a police presence only after summer school began....
Remember, Libka and Hastings make well in excess of $100,000/year.
posted by Carl Nyberg at
4:42 PM
8 Comments:
Lipka not ready for prime time. and political hack Hastings is simply a drain on the school budget. Continued poor planning and execution from the school board.
Did the kids get any benefit from summer school or did this charade and disruption?
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Anonymous, at 7:45 AM, July 25, 2006
...sorry din't finish my statement.
Did the kids get benefit from summer school or did the disrutions distract them?
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Anonymous, at 7:47 AM, July 25, 2006
What do you expect from Welch, Moore,Libbka,Calderone,Gillian and Hastings? Do you expect them to do things well?
I think we expect them to be proffesional,honest and intrested in the best for students and taxpayers, but off course that is wishful thinking on our parts!
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Anonymous, at 10:35 AM, July 25, 2006
Het Carl, what's up with Nicole Trottie's colunm about possible harrassment from the Bellwood mayor?
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Anonymous, at 10:36 AM, July 25, 2006
Lets talk school rather than politics. I worked summer school at PMSA and must say it was a great experience. Students were focused and the building is in great shape despite what some may have thought before hand. Zero tolerance policy was effective.
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Anonymous, at 10:01 PM, July 25, 2006
Once upon a time there was a little black boy, and his name was Little Black Sambo or Chris Welch. And his mother was called Black Mumbo or Sue Henry. And his father was called Black
Jumbo or Eugene Moore.
And Black Mumbo made him a beautiful little Red Coat, and a pair of beautiful little blue trousers. And Black Jumbo went to the Bazaar, and bought him a beautiful
Green Umbrella, and a lovely little Pair of Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles and Crimson Linings.
And then wasn't Little Black Sambo grand? So he put on all his Fine Clothes, and went out for a walk in the Jungle. And by and by he met a Tiger or Serpico. And theTiger
said to him, "Little Black Sambo, I'm going to eat you up!"
And Little Black Sambo said, "Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don't eat me up, and I'll give you my beautiful little Red Coat."
So the Tiger said, "Very well, I won't eat you this time, but you must give me your beautiful little Red Coat."
So the Tiger got poor Little Black Sambo's beautiful little Red Coat, and went away saying, "Now I'm the grandest Tiger in the Jungle."
And Little Black Sambo went on, and by and by he met another Tiger or Bruno, and it said to him, "Little Black Sambo, I'm going to eat you up!"
And Little Black Sambo said, "Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don't eat me up, and I'll give you my beautiful little BlueTrousers."
So the Tiger said, "Very well, I won't eat you this time, but you must give me your beautiful little Blue Trousers."
So the Tiger got poor Little Black Sambo's beautiful little Blue Trousers, and went away saying, "Now I'm the grandest Tiger in the Jungle."
And Little Black Sambo went on, and by and by he met another Tiger or Pasqualli, and it said to him, "Little Black Sambo, I'm going to eat you up!"
And Little Black Sambo said, "Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don't eat me up, and I'll give you my beautiful little Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles and Crimson Linings."
But the Tiger said, "What use would your shoes be to me? I've got four feet, and you've got only two; you haven't got enough shoes for me."
But Little Black Sambo said, "You could wear them on your ears."
"So I could," said the Tiger: "that's a very good idea. Give them to me, and I won't eat you this time."
So the Tiger got poor Little Black Sambo's beautiful little Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles and Crimson Linings, and went away saying, "Now I'm the grandest
Tiger in the Jungle." And by and by Little Black Sambo met another Tiger or Coglinese, and it said to him, "Little Black Sambo, I'm going to eat you up!"
And Little Black Sambo said, "Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don't eat me up, and I'll give you my beautiful Green Umbrella."
But the Tiger said, "How can I carry an umbrella, when I need all my paws for walking with?"
"You could tie a knot on your tail and carry it that way," said Little Black Sambo.
"So I could,"said the Tiger. "Give it to me, and I won't eat you this time."
So he got poor Little Black Sambo's beautiful Green Umbrella, and went away saying, "Now I'm the grandest Tiger in the Jungle."
And poor Little Black Sambo went away crying, because the cruel Tigers had taken all his fine clothes. Presently he heard a horrible noise that sounded like
"Gr-r-r-r-rrrrrr," and it got louder and louder.
"Oh! dear!" said Little Black Sambo, "there are all the Tigers coming back to eat me up! What shall I do?"
So he ran quickly to a palm-tree, and peeped round it to see what the matter was.
And there he saw all the Tigers fighting, and disputing which of them was the grandest.
And at last they all got so angry that they jumped up and took off all the fine clothes, and began to tear each other with their claws, and bite each other with their
great big white teeth.
And they came, rolling and tumbling right to the foot of the very tree where Little Black Sambo was hiding, but he jumped quickly in behind the umbrella.
And the Tigers all caught hold of each other's tails, as they wrangled and scrambled, and so they found themselves in a ring round the tree.
Then, when the Tigers were very wee and very far away, Little Black Sambo jumped up, and called out, "Oh! Tigers! why have you taken off all your nice clothes?
Don't you want them any more?"
But the Tigers only answered, "Gr-r-rrrr!"
Then Little Black Sambo said, "If you want them, say so, or I'll take them away." But the Tigers would not let go of each other's tails, and so they could only say
"Gr-r-r-rrrrrr!"
So Little Black Sambo put on all his fine clothes again and walked off.
And the Tigers were very, very angry, but still they would not let go of each other's tails.
And they were so angry, that they ran round the tree, trying to eat each other up, and they ran faster and faster, till they were whirling round so fast that you couldn't
see their legs at all.
And they still ran faster and faster and faster, till they all just melted away, and there was nothing left but a great big pool of melted butter (or "ghi," as it is called in
India) round the foot of the tree. Now Black Jumbo was just coming home from his work, with a great big brass pot in his arms, and when he saw what was left of
all the Tigers he said, "Oh! what lovely melted butter! I'll take that home to Black Mumbo for her to cook with."
So he put it all into the great big brass pot, and took it home to Black Mumbo to cook with.When Black Mumbo saw the melted butter, wasn't she pleased! "Now,"
said she, "we'll all have pancakes for supper!" So she got flour and eggs and milk and sugar and butter, and she made a huge big plate of most lovely pancakes.
And she fried them in the melted butter which the Tigers had made, and they were just as yellow and brown as littleTigers.
And then they all sat down to supper.
And Black Mumbo ate Twenty-seven pancakes, and Black Jumbo ate Fifty-five but Little Black Sambo ate a Hundred and Sixty-nine, because he was so hungry.
The End
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Anonymous, at 11:04 PM, July 25, 2006
Ms. Coffee says: I haven't heard the little black sambo story for years. What a great rendition!
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Anonymous, at 8:16 PM, July 26, 2006
Not annointed for this one
Apparently this one has no meaning for me with its moral. So Dejavu2 could you and your annointing interpret this fable/parable give us a clue.
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Anonymous, at 1:03 PM, July 28, 2006
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