Monday, May 4, 2009


Did everyone at some point in time when they were kiddos get their ass handed to them on a paddle by their parents? My Mom's weapon of choice was a wooden spoon. And, of course, I would run away wailing and flailing my arms and legs all over the place, screaming child abuse and swearing I would NEVER spank my children..when I grew up. Well, now I am a Mother. And I have an "all boy" 2 year old son who every now and again feels the sting of my palm. And it works. He straightens up, and knows I mean business. At what point was it decided that a spanking was abuse? Granted, there will always be the people with problems who like to take it a step further and step over the line of discipline, and ends up actually abusing the child. But - perhaps it is just my raising - but if a kid is disrespectful, out of line, or making a scene, I would say it is time for a swift kick in the butt. Apparently David Nixon, the recent principal in a South Carolina school full of troublesome, agrees.

Before Nixon took over "John C," student behavior had gotten so bad that one teacher described it as "chaos." She eventually quit in disgust, pulled her own child from the school, and moved to a different one 45 minutes away. John C is located in a rural stretch of South Carolina near the Georgia border where all but one of the major textile plants have closed, and where the leading local employer is the school system. Nearly 90 percent of the kids at John C live below the poverty line. When Nixon went to his first PTO meeting, only about a dozen parents showed up at a school with 226 students. He still has trouble reaching many families by phone because they can't afford to put down a deposit on a landline. And yet Nixon has managed to turn John C around. It recently earned three statewide Palmetto awards, one for academic performance and two for overall improvement—the school's first such honors in its 35-year history. Not everyone agrees with his methods, but most parents and teachers will tell you he couldn't have pulled off such a turnaround without his wooden paddle.

Still, the mere fact that it works hasn't made spanking kids any easier for Nixon, who's no fire-breathing traditionalist. He's 31, a brownish-haired beanpole with a soft-spoken but determined manner. Married, with an 8-month-old daughter, he taught agriculture to high-school students for six years but had no prior administrative experience. He studied animal science at Clemson, served as state president of the Future Farmers of America, and raised 50 head of beef cattle on his ranch. In 2006, a family friend called about an opening at John C. The school, he heard, was "kind of in bad shape," but he took the job anyway.

Thirty minutes into his first day of school at John C, a father walked into Nixon's office and said, "I want to give you the authority to whip my son's butt." Nixon was surprised, but after he thought it over, he decided to give every parent the same option. The year before he arrived, students made more than 250 visits to the principal's office; order had to be restored. While suspensions take kids out of the classroom for days, paddling could be done in 15 minutes. "What are we here to do? Educate," Nixon says. "This way there's an immediate response, and the child is right back in the room learning." According to school statistics, referrals to the principal's office have dropped 80 percent since 2006. So far this school year, there's been fewer than 50. "I've had parents say 'thank you for doing this'," says fifth-grade teacher Devada Kimsey. "And look at the behavior charts now—there's nothing on them."

Corporal punishment is still legal in portions of 21 states, including South Carolina, but it is rarely practiced anymore. Most education scholars consider it abusive, helpful only in the short term and even predictive of future violence. "This is not a practice for the 21st century," says Nadine Block, executive director of the Center for Effective Discipline in Ohio. "Maybe for the 18th century. An atmosphere of fear is not going to increase learning. Maybe temporarily. But over time, it does not work."

Nixon's policy does not have universal support at John C. On the permission form he sends to parents about paddling, a few have checked "no." "I was spanked as a child," says Deniece Williams, 36, who has a son at John C. "I want to go a different route." The school's mental-health counselor, Heather Hatchett, is equally concerned. "I'm not crazy about it," she says. "A lot of these kids come from violent homes, and kids see this as another violent act." (Nixon winces when Hatchett's words are repeated to him.) Even Nixon's boss, Abbeville County superintendent Ivan Randolph, is unsettled by the practice. "One has to be extremely careful with this," he says. "If it's not administered properly, it could be abusive."

Yet the majority of parents see Nixon's paddle as a deterrent, not a weapon. (So what is it you're doing at home... exactly..?) "I agree with the policy," says Tim Rhodes, 42, who has two children at John C. "Kids know if they do something wrong, they are punished." In Fran Brown's first-grade class last month, a brown-haired boy spat on a fellow student. Miss Brown strode to her computer, drawing a loud "oooooh!" from the class. She typed an e-mail to Nixon, who came right away. "I don't think it's right for kids to take away from the instructed time," says Brown. After a conversation in Nixon's office, the child was paddled at home. Parents are given the option of spanking their child themselves; on rare occasions, they come to the school and use their own belts.

John C isn't as bustling as typical elementary schools. The hallways are hushed as kids move wordlessly between classes, lined up single-file on the right side of each hallway, though they do bop and sashay in muted, youthful excitement. A severe budget crunch means the school will almost certainly have to let some teachers go. Still, John C is in much better shape than the state's woefully underfunded schools from the 2005 PBS documentary "Corridor of Shame," or the Dillon, S.C., school President Obama cited as needing repairs to block out the sound of passing trains. John C, with its sliced tennis balls on the ends of chair and desk legs, is shopworn but pristine.

Nixon has instituted many reforms over the last three years, and he's leery of focusing too much on paddling as a "fix-all." "The best form of discipline," he says, "is praise." He brings pizza for classes that perform well on tests, and he's plastered the teacher's lounge with statistics on each student's performance. In March, he held a school pageant, where boys and girls dressed in their Sunday best and did twirls onstage, with hundreds of parents giggling and snapping pictures.

But all the improvements, says fifth-grade teacher Karen Bass, were built on Nixon's bedrock of discipline. Bass was the teacher who left with her child years earlier. She returned when an administrator told her, "You should come back. It's different now." Bass says she likes her job so much she doesn't use her vacation days. "I'm oh so very pleased," she says. "And I can say that with full confidence because I've been other places."

Kids at the school say the paddle definitely makes them think twice about acting up. Asked if he's afraid of it, second-grader Nathan Hoover says, "Yes! It really hurts." The policy, he explains, is three strikes and you're struck. "I know if I got [paddled at school]," Nathan says, "my mom would whip me, too." Hoover's mother says she would give Nixon permission to paddle her child—parents only get the form if their child commits a major offense—but she's relieved that corporal punishment is only a "last resort." "Some kids see too much of that at home," Hoover says. They're no longer seeing much of it anymore at John C. According to Nixon, the last time he paddled a student was more than a month ago: March 16, after a fourth-grader swore in the cafeteria. Corporal punishment, it would seem, has worked so well at John C that perhaps the need for it no longer exists. Given Nixon's ambivalence toward the practice—indeed, he would not even allow NEWSWEEK to photograph the paddle—could it be that he's already delivered his last whipping? "I hope so," he says. But he quickly adds that there will always be "new kids who need to learn the limits at school." And one way or another, Nixon will make sure they get the message.

the shadow of Plath.

I know this may be old news for those of us keeping up on such... but I have had the entire situation on my mind for some reason lately. Any Sylvia Plath fans out there? I used to chalk her up with the other "legends" who entered legendary status because of an untimely death... such as, in my opinion, Morrison from the Doors... and I will leave my examples at that so as not to offend any potential devotees out there. I changed my mind about Plath, however, after delving into her life a bit. Thought I would share a little time line of her life with you guys. Interesting to me, but if nothing else, puts my petty probs into perspective.

She was born October 27, 1932 in Boston, Massachusetts. She was the first child of Aurelia Schober and Otto Emil Plath. Three years after Sylvia was born, her brother Warren became her parent's second child. In 1936, the Plaths moved to Winthrop, Massachusetts, close to her mother's parents. Winthrop was also close by the Atlantic Ocean and Sylvia was fascinated by it. During this time, her father, Otto, was diagnosed with lung cancer but he refused to go to anymore doctors. Finally, in 1940, Otto died. Also in 1940, Plath's first poem and first drawing published in Boston newspapers.

Two years later, when Sylvia was almost 10 years old, the family moved away from the ocean- back inland to Wellesley, Massachusetts. In Wellesley, Plath and her brother started school at Marshall Perrin Grammar School. In 1944, Plath started Alica L. Phillips Junior High School and managed to maintain an "A" average. She also wrote poems for The Phillipian, the school's literary magazine. In 1947, Plath graduated from Phillips, and began her legacy of winning scholarships and awards- she won Honorable Mention in National Scholastic's Literary Contest, and is only student in the school's history to earn a sixth letter, as well as an Achievement Certificate from the Carnegie Institute.

In 1947, she also entered high school at Bradford High School. She graduated in 1950, receiving a full scholarship to Smith College. In August of that same year, Seventeen magazine published her short story, "And Summer Will Not Come Again," and The Christian Science Monitor published "Bitter Strawberries, " a poem. In 1953, Plath won the chance to be a guest editor at Mademoiselle magazine in New York. She spent the summer there and upon her return home in late July, she learned that she had been rejected from a writing class at Harvard summer school. She was already depressed and exhausted from New York, and the rejection made it worse. Her mother sought psychiatric help, but all it resulted in was a series of un-professional painful shock treatments. So finally, on August 24, 1953, she tried to commit suicide. She left a note saying she had gone for a walk and preceded to swallow a large number of sleeping pills and then crawled into a small space under her house. She was discovered three days later and rushed to a hospital. To recover, she spent five months at a private hospital called McLean's. This was paid for by Mrs. Olive Higgins Prouty, a generous benefactress of Plath. In 1950, Plath had won a scholarship from the Olive Higgins Prouty Fund and wrote her to express her thanks. Mrs. Prouty responded and continued to be an adviser and friend of Plath throughout college. This period of her life, from New York to the end of her stay in the private hospital, Plath recorded in her book, The Bell Jar.

In 1954, Plath won several poetry contests at Smith College and wrote her honor's thesis on 1955 Dostoevsky's use of "doubles" in two of his novels. She graduated summa laude of her class and ended up winning yet another scholarship-this time to Cambridge University, England. At Cambridge, she continued to have great academic success and in March of 1956, she met Ted Hughes, the British poet. Four months later, on June 16, 1956, Hughes and Plath were married. The newlyweds spent their honeymoon at Benidorm, a small fishing village in southern Spain. In 1957, the couple moved to Massachusetts, where Plath taught English at her old college- Smith College. The next year, Sylvia and Ted moved once again-to Boston. Here Plath wrote and attended poetry classes at Boston University, which were taught by Robert Lowell.

They stayed in America until 1959, when they returned to London, England. The very next year Plath's first child was born. Her name was Frieda Rebecca Hughes. This same year, Plath published her first major work-a collection of poems called The Colossus and Other Poems. In 1961, Plath got pregnant again, but unfortunately had a miscarriage. After this, the family moved to Devon, England.

In 1962, Plath's first son was born- Nicholas Farrar Hughes. Unfortunately, this year was also the beginning of the couple's marital trouble. During the summer of 1962, Sylvia learned of Ted's adultery and they were separated. Plath took the children with her and moved to a flat in London. Here she started to write poems quickly and voluminously. In 1963, The Bell Jar was published under the pseudonym, Victoria Lucas. However, ill health was starting to effect Plath and she said, "I am fighting now, against odds and alone." Although she seemed to be recovering, she even said, "The next five years of my life look heavenly," the "odds" must have overwhelmed her. Sylvia Plath lived just long enough to see The Bell Jar in print...

On February 11, 1963, after carefully sealing the kitchen so her children would not be harmed, Sylvia Plath took a bottle of sleeping pills and stuck her head in a gas oven. Her downstairs neighbor, knocked out by gas seeping through the floor, believed she had intended him to rescue her when he smelled the gas.

Almost from the day she died, readers and scholars have been faced with the enigma of her suicide in addition to being perplexed and thwarted by her mental illness. Sylvia Plath's unabridged journals lend credence to a theory that she not only suffered from mental illness (probably bipolar disorder) but also from severe PMS. (Seriously... that is an actual diagnosis. Take notes ladies...)

Not long to follow, Ted's mistress Assia Wevill also committed suicide by gassing not only herself, but the young daughter they had together. It is assumed she created a "copy cat" suicide after Ted broke off their affair.

According to the AFP: "Unmarried and childless, the 47-year-old Hughes had recently left his teaching post at the University of Alaska-Fairbanks' school of fisheries and ocean sciences to make pottery in a home studio."

On March 16 of this year, Plath's son Nicholas commited suicide by hanging himself from his home. His suicide occurs 46 years after his mother's. If you do the math, you can see he was barely even one when his mom stuck her head in the oven, leaving behind a poetic legacy for both scholars and artsy wannabes to marvel over for centuries. Left behind is Frieda, daughter and sister, who has witnessed the suicide of her mother at the age of 3, the death of her father from cancer, and recently her last link to the Plath family, her brother. She is a painter and

    Poppies in October

    Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
    Nor the woman in the ambulance
    Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly--

    A gift, a love gift
    Utterly unasked for by sky

    Palely and flamily

    igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
    Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

    O my God, what am I
    That these late mouths should cry open
    In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.

    --Sylvia Plath