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Chosen 1

Why do I have to be the chosen 1?

Why can’t I come home sit on the couch and watch a game, just 1.

Why do I have to be the chosen 1?

Why can’t I enjoy my weekends, each day having mindless fun?

Why do I have to be the chosen one?

With a passion to fight for so many children, when I’ve helped birth just 1.

Why do I have to be the chosen 1?

I spoke to a student’s parent the other day and she explained her frustration with her oldest son.

She doesn’t know what to do, he’s been getting written up, several times not just 1.

She thinks she knows a few things that can be done.

Like, instead of working two jobs it’d help if she only had 1.

She said it’d help if the father, of her two sons.

Stopped going in and out of prison, cause she’s tired if being the only 1.

It’s hard for a young mother, to raise a teenage daughter and two adolescent sons.

Why do I have to be the chosen 1?

Staying awake at night thinking about what can be done.

To ensure that her sons,

Don’t end up a statistic by making a bad choice instead of a positive 1.

Why…..

This Blog is dedicated to those of you who pursue a calling that involves participating in the betterment of others. You are indeed 1 of a kind! 

Kickin it on The Stoop,

Scott Speed

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Allow Me To Re-introduce Myself

“Allow me to re-introduce myself

My name is HOV, Oh, H-to-the-O-Z…”

(Jay-Z “Public Service Announcement” 2004)

If you have read my blog post’s in the past you know that I like to start with a lyric from a Rap song. Music is the soundtrack to our lives and the sound track to my life since I can remember has been Rap/Hip-Hop music. As I mature, I’ve become more selective in what Hip-Hop I listen to. For example, I only buy clean music that blocks out the curse words. And I only buy music from MC’s that have something intelligent to say more often than not.

One such MC is Jay-Z. Still going strong past the age of 40, he is doing something that no other rapper before him has done. He is in unchartered waters. He is remaining relevant in the Rap game, a game that has traditionally chewed up and spit out its veterans while craving the next new thing to come along. Jay-Z is actually still in high demand and still commands radio airwaves…at the age of 41. Respect.

I’ve been reading his book “Decoded” and it is a must read for anyone, not just hip-hop lovers, but anyone who is open minded enough to learn about the complexities of growing up poor in a public housing project as a fatherless child. And the irony of how those complexities can produce a multi-million dollar empire…for a lucky few.

Allow me to re-introduce myself…To the Neighborhood

I haven’t posted a blog since December of 2010. I think about the blog often but I just haven’t made the time to sit down and write as often as I would like because these days I spend most of my time writing essays and research papers. And when I’m not doing those things I’m working (teacher),having meetings and conference calls for my Non-Profit, or spending time with the family. It’s a blessing to be so busy but it leaves little time for me to spend on The Corner, on The Stoop, in The Park, or at The Corner Store.

I refuse to let this blog cease to exist at this time so I’ve decided to re-introduce some of my past post while infusing a new post from time to time as well. I’ll do this until I finish my degree. I can’t wait to finish my degree!  I’ve got 2 years down and about 1 to go. At that time I’ll be re-introducing myself again…as Dr. Scott Speed.

Chillin on The Stoop,

Scott Speed

www.TheNepBlog.com

MAY I Adore You

The month of May has been a special month every since I was in primary school. I remember my kindergarten teacher Ms. Sadler teaching us about the months and the seasons. You know the saying, “April showers bring May flowers.” I learned that May was the month of pleasantly warm weather, singing birds, and blooming flowers. MAY, I adore you!

Growing up in Philly we had long winters so May was the month when we finally started to get consistently nice days. That meant hanging outside with my friends, playing football in the streets, or playing basketball on a milk crate with the bottom cut out, a tree branch, or whatever else we could use as a basket.  MAY, I adore you!

During my high school years May was the month for proms and most importantly when the weather got hotter the girls dressed less…and got hotter. MAY, I adore you!

And when college rolled around I was excited to learn that summer break started in early May which was way better than waiting till late June like I had to do from K-12th grade. I also graduated from college in May. MAY, I adore you!

Adore: To love and respect (someone) deeply.

As an adult my adoration for the month of MAY has wildly increased. In fact, my understanding of Adoration has never been clearer. Here’s why:

May 5th

Happy Anniversary! On this day four years ago I was blessed with the gift of a wife. I’ll never forget the day. It was something out of a storybook type of wedding and I just felt fortunate to be there. It was so special to share that moment with my family and friends that evening in Boca Raton. I’ve made some good choices in my life and I’ve made some bad. Marrying Jennifer Foster was, hands down, the best choice I’ve ever made.

Second Sunday in May

Happy Mothers Day! My wife and I welcomed a beautiful baby girl into this world two years ago. It is an honor to celebrate my wife on this day each year. I get a kick out of watching her care for, love on, and entertain our daughter. She takes so much pride in being a great mother and I can’t help but love her even more for that.

May 14th

Happy Birthday (Times 2)!! On this day many, many…many years ago my wife was born. So on this day I get to celebrate her being brought into this world, just for me. At least that’s how I see it.

This day is also special to me because our daughter was born on this day in 2008. She was our first and, at this point, is our only child. She is a unique child to say the least.

MAY I certainly adore you! I appreciate all the blessings that you’ve brought to me and I ask for just one thing.

May I adore you… for many years to come?

Happy Anniversary!

Happy Mothers Day!

Happy Birthday!

I love you Jennifer!

Kicking it on The Stoop,

Scott Speed

www.TheNeighborhoodSpeaks.com

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All The Way Turned Up

There is a song that’s been on the radio a lot here in Atlanta called “All The Way Turned Up.” I can’t say that I like the song lyrically but I do like the energy of the song. It has one of those catchy hooks that makes the song stay in your mind all day. The song’s artist uses the phrase “All The Way Turned Up” as an analogy to being fired up and giving 110% in whatever it is that he is doing.

I often listen to music and take certain lyrics from songs and use them as motivation. When I hear the hook, “I’m All The Way Turned Up,” I feel like I need to step it up in this game called life. I feel like I need to Turn It Up! I need to Turn Up my creativity, imagination, goals, visions, and drive.

Think big, think bold.

You know the feeling. I’m sure you have been there before. That voice in your mind that tells you that you are capable of doing more. The voice that tells you that you were meant to accomplish something significant, or impact change in a major way. It’s the voice that most people suppress (turn down) because to follow it is to walk out of their comfort zone.

I don’t know about you but I’m ready to Turn It All The Way Up and I challenge you to do the same. Whether it’s in your relationships, business, career, hobbies, fitness, education, or whatever, I say Turn It Up!

I’m in the process of exploring doing something really meaningful. It’s going to take time and research but I’m very excited about it. It will allow me to really stretch all of my creative muscles and impact lives in a positive way.

So what are you up to?

I’m All The Way Turned Up Kickin it on The Stoop,

Scott Speed
www.TheNeighborhoodSpeaks.com

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THE Blueprint

I’ll show you how to do this son

(Jay Z “La-La-La”)

Jay Z recently dropped his latest album, “The Blueprint 3”. Good Album but I don’t think it will crack the top five all time Jay Albums. I’ll never forget the original Blueprint album that he dropped back in 2001 on 9/11. It’s one of my favorite Jay Z albums of all time. Top 3. The original Blueprint introduced Kanye West to the world as a producer of hot soulful beats. Many rappers followed Jay Z and began using soulful beats produced by Kanye and others.

I personally think that Biggies “Life After Death” album was a hip-hop album blueprint because for years after that album dropped rappers were copying the format that Biggie used. He made an album where he included songs that had a West Coast, Dirty South, and Mid-West vibe to go along with his traditional New York flow. Classic album no doubt!

Blueprint Defined

When used as figurative language the Oxford dictionary defines the word blueprint as something that acts as a plan, model, or template.

I consider my grandfather Willie Speed The Blueprint. He is my biggest role model in life and always has been. He’s my template.  Through the ups and downs of my childhood there was always one constant, a trip to Florida during the summer to visit mother and granddaddy. They were my father’s parents and even though my parents weren’t together they still treated my mother like family and opened their home to us yearly.

It’s funny because I was poor all year long in Philly but when I went to Apalachicola, FL. my friends there thought that I was rich.  They saw my grandfather driving a Lincoln Town Car or Mercedes Benz every few years so I guess that was what gave them that impression.  My grandparents were very stable and successful people.  They were respected in the community and loved by many.  My grandfather served his small community for many years as a teacher, principle, and school district administrator.  He was very stern and taught my siblings and I many valuable lessons on life.

Going there gave me another perspective on life that many of my peers did not get to see.  I saw a strong loving marriage between my grandparents.  I was able to go to the beach and play in the sand.  My grandfather took me fishing and shared stories with me that I will never forget.  My grandfather taught me the value of earning an honest dollar.  My job around the house was to keep the yard clean.  Every Saturday I had to cut the grass and pick up all of the trash that may have blown into the yard during the week.  My pay was $10 dollars a week. That was big money for a 8-12 year old.  Every week when I was finished my granddaddy would go around the yard looking for any trash that I missed.  Every piece he found cost me a tongue-lashing and a .25 cents deduction in pay.  You see… he was always teaching me a lesson, always preparing me for life.  The lesson was simple.  Doing a job half way or cutting corners was unacceptable. Always go hard! Man, I used to hate missing a piece of trash, believe me.  I did not like being screamed at and please believe me, I did not like loosing money. Lesson learned.  When he paid me with ten one dollar bills every week he always said the same thing, “ Grandson, anybody can make a dollar but it takes a wise man to spend it”.

My grandfather, born in 1920, was raised by his grandmother and later by his oldest sister in the segregated South. Without a mother and father he had to start working as a young child to help out around the house. He eventually graduated from high school and enlisted in the Army and served during World War II. During his time in the Army a program called the G.I. Bill was created which gave soldiers an opportunity to go to college. My grandfather took advantage of the opportunity and went on to graduate from Florida A&M University. He worked several jobs in his life and made several sacrifices on his journey to earning a degree and becoming an educator. I don’t know many people who have a grandparent who went to and graduated from college.

Growing up in inner city Philadelphia I had many opportunities to make the wrong choices in life. However I always knew that I was expected to do the right thing because of the example that my grandfather set. Yeah I may have gotten into a few fights and a little mischief but I never took drugs, sold drugs, or did anything that would get me put in jail. And going to college was never an option, I just knew that it was a forgone conclusion that I would go because my grandfather and all of his children went to college. I could go on and on extolling the virtues of my grandfather because he truly lived a life of discipline, excellence, and purpose.

Today he is 89 and his health is diminishing. I recently visited him and it was sad to see that he wasn’t his normal healthy self anymore but I’ll tell you this… I still want to make him proud and I still strive to live up to the bar of excellence that he set.

He is The Blueprint.

Live life on purpose. Persist through obstacles. Love hard. Value family. You just may be living a life that will impact future generations in a major way.

You just might be someone’s Blueprint!

Update: Willie Lee Speed aka Grandaddy passed away on May 11 th 2011.

Kickin it on The Stoop,

Scott Speed

www.TheNepBlog.com

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“America Takes Notice…Black Youth Murdered”

It’s been all over the radio and the news everywhere. A young man by the name of Derrion Albert was beaten to death on the south side of Chicago last week and it was caught on tape and posted on the Internet.

When I first saw the video I was shocked and I experienced a range of emotions over the next few days. My first thoughts were the usual feelings of “man…that’s messed up.” I then subconsciously moved on.

You see…a young black man being murdered is not a new occurrence to me. Growing up in West Philly I was faced with this reality early on in life. I had just graduated from the 8th grade when one of my friends from elementary and middle school and his little brother who was a 7th grader were shot to death just a few blocks from our school. I’ll never forget my father taking me to see their mother to offer our condolences. As a 12 year old I had no clue of what to say to a mother who just lost two sons too soon. Over the years this would become a reoccurring theme. Somebody I knew or knew of was being murdered in the streets as teenagers.

The next day as I listened to the radio during my morning commute I noticed that everyone was talking about the incident. I began to wonder what made this case any different than the thousands of other murders of young black men that have taken place this year. I don’t mean to sound cold but when I left Philly for Georgia the city had just set a record with 406 murders in 2006 and that did not become national news. I questioned how all of the families of the murder victims gone unmentioned might feel. An afternoon radio show spent the entire show talking about the incident and the tragedy of what is going on in our inner city streets.

I was really surprised when I saw CNN showing a special covering the incident. CNN even sent reporter Don Lemon to Chicago to interview people close to the victim including his mother. The mayor of the city made an appearance on TV discussing the incident and his concern with the violence on Chicago’s streets. Wow, all of a sudden the mayor is concerned publicly about a young person being murdered. All that I could think to myself was, “Would all of this attention be being paid to this incident if the video was not being shown around the world during the same time that our president, Barack Obama, was overseas lobbying for Chicago to be the site of the 2016 Olympics?” I pointed out to my wife that it was strange that this incident was getting this type of coverage.

Finally, while driving one day I tried to rationalize to myself that murders like this happen all the time. But with that said the reality is that I finally admitted to myself that I was hurt. I take these things personal, always have. I think all that other stuff was just my attempt to delay the inevitable feelings of pain. I get upset when I hear people complain without offering up any solutions. Are there any solutions? Inner city black youth have been dying at a tragic rate for years. This is nothing new.

So…what is the solution? Since college I’ve felt a strong sense of responsibility to be apart of the solution. I just pray that someday I can live up to that calling and inspire others to the same, hopefully sooner than later.

As always, feel free to share your thoughts.

Kickin it on The Stoop,

Scott Speed

www.TheneighborhoodSpeaks.com

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“Does Love And Work Belong In The Same Sentence”

I’m someone who has done several things for work since graduating from college because I do not want to be one of those people who go through life hating what they do. I want my work to have meaning; I want to add value to the lives of others. I read a quote in a magazine article recently, by Amway Globals Chief Marketing Officer Candace S. Matthews, which she stated,

“The best of all worlds is when the best of who you are can come out in what you do”

Does the best of who you are come out in your work?

Every once and a while I will share with “The Neighborhood” some interesting things that I come across while reading.

The following are excerpts from an article titled “How To Find The Work You Love” by Paul Graham. I’ve included certain parts from the article that I thought were interesting.  I think that it’s good food for thought. I hope you do too!

To do something well you have to like it. That idea is not exactly novel. We’ve got it down to four words: “Do what you love.” But it’s not enough just to tell people that. Doing what you love is complicated.

The very idea is foreign to what most of us learn as kids. When I was a kid, it seemed as if work and fun were opposites by definition. Life had two states: some of the time adults were making you do things, and that was called work; the rest of the time you could do what you wanted, and that was called playing. Occasionally the things adults made you do were fun, just as, occasionally, playing wasn’t—for example, if you fell and hurt yourself. But except for these few anomalous cases, work was pretty much defined as not-fun.

And it did not seem to be an accident. School, it was implied, was tedious because it was preparation for grownup work.

With such powerful forces leading us astray, it’s not surprising we find it so hard to discover what we like to work on. Most people are doomed in childhood by accepting the axiom that work = pain. Those who escape this are nearly all lured onto the rocks by prestige or money. How many even discover something they love to work on? A few hundred thousand, perhaps, out of billions.

It’s hard to find work you love; it must be, if so few do. So don’t underestimate this task. And don’t feel bad if you haven’t succeeded yet. In fact, if you admit to yourself that you’re discontented, you’re a step ahead of most people, who are still in denial.

Sometimes jumping from one sort of work to another is a sign of energy, and sometimes it’s a sign of laziness. Are you dropping out, or boldly carving a new path? You often can’t tell yourself. Plenty of people who will later do great things seem to be disappointments early on, when they’re trying to find their niche.

By high school, the prospect of an actual job was on the horizon. Adults would sometimes come to speak to us about their work, or we would go to see them at work. It was always understood that they enjoyed what they did. In retrospect I think one may have: the private jet pilot. But I don’t think the bank manager really did.

The main reason they all acted as if they enjoyed their work was presumably the upper-middle class convention that you’re supposed to. It would not merely be bad for your career to say that you despised your job, but a social faux-pas.

Why is it conventional to pretend to like what you do?

The most dangerous liars can be the kids’ own parents. If you take a boring job to give your family a high standard of living, as so many people do, you risk infecting your kids with the idea that work is boring. Maybe it would be better for kids in this one case if parents were not so unselfish. A parent who set an example of loving their work might help their kids more than an expensive house.

How much are you supposed to like what you do? Unless you know that, you don’t know when to stop searching. And if, like most people, you underestimate it, you’ll tend to stop searching too early. You’ll end up doing something chosen for you by your parents, or the desire to make money, or prestige—or sheer inertia.

This is easy advice to give. It’s hard to follow, especially when you’re young. Prestige is like a powerful magnet that warps even your beliefs about what you enjoy. It causes you to work not on what you like, but what you’d like to like.

If you do anything well enough, you’ll make it prestigious. So just do what you like, and let prestige take care of itself.

The test of whether people love what they do is whether they’d do it even if they weren’t paid for it—even if they had to work at another job to make a living. How many corporate lawyers would do their current work if they had to do it for free, in their spare time, and take day jobs as waiters to support themselves?

The advice of parents will tend to err on the side of money. It seems safe to say there are more undergrads who want to be novelists and whose parents want them to be doctors than who want to be doctors and whose parents want them to be novelists. The kids think their parents are “materialistic.” Not necessarily. All parents tend to be more conservative for their kids than they would for themselves, simply because, as parents, they share risks more than rewards. If your eight year old son decides to climb a tall tree, or your teenage daughter decides to date the local bad boy, you won’t get a share in the excitement, but if your son falls, or your daughter gets pregnant, you’ll have to deal with the consequences.

A friend of mine who is a quite successful doctor complains constantly about her job. When people applying to medical school ask her for advice, she wants to shake them and yell “Don’t do it!” (But she never does.) How did she get into this fix? In high school she already wanted to be a doctor. And she is so ambitious and determined that she overcame every obstacle along the way—including, unfortunately, not liking it.

Now she has a life chosen for her by a high-school kid.

When you’re young, you’re given the impression that you’ll get enough information to make each choice before you need to make it. But this is certainly not so with work. When you’re deciding what to do, you have to operate on ridiculously incomplete information. Even in college you get little idea what various types of work are like. At best you may have a couple internships, but not all jobs offer internships, and those that do don’t teach you much more about the work than being a batboy teaches you about playing baseball.

look at what happens to those who win lotteries or inherit money. Much as everyone thinks they want financial security, the happiest people are not those who have it, but those who like what they do. So a plan that promises freedom at the expense of knowing what to do with it may not be as good as it seems.

I’ll leave you with this quote:

“The best of all worlds is when the best of who you are can come out in what you do”

Kickin it on The Stoop,

Scott Speed

www.TheneighborhoodSpeaks.com

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“So…I Hear 30’s The New 20”

 

30’s the new 20, I’m so hot still

(Jay Z “30 Something” 2006)

It went down this past weekend. I actually turned 30 years old! I knew that it would happen someday but it kind of just snuck up on me. I’ve been on mental cruise control I guess since 25 just enjoying the balance of my young adult status. It’s funny because I’ve recently been reflecting on the last 10 years of my life and man have they flown by. I’m not feeling any type of 30’s blues or anything but it’s very interesting to take inventory of how I have changed in ten years.

I think it is funny how the older I get, the younger older people get. For example 50 year olds used to seem ancient when I was a child but now it seems like they are a fairly lively bunch. 

My friends and I are also starting to sound like those adults who used to always complain about the quality of today’s music. “They don’t make music like they used too”, is what they used to say. I now see that everyone is partial to the music of their teens. Who would have thought that someone who came up on rap music would ever be so critical…of rap music? Now my friends and I are the ones saying, “they don’t make music like they used too.”

They say 50’s the new 30, 60’s the new 40, and 30’s the new 20. Honestly, I’d be afraid to be 20 again. I did some really dumb things in my teens and early twenties. I can remember being a know-it-all teen who thought that I could do no wrong. A lot of people say that they have no regrets about the things they’ve done in the past. I personally think that many of them are just blowing smoke. I personally would like to do a lot of things differently. I’ll spare you the details.

I have to say that I feel blessed to be in the position that I am in life. In spite of my mistakes I’ve also done many things right. The most important of which was marrying my wife and starting a family. I’ve grown exponentially since meeting her.

I’m optimistic about my 30’s. I see many good things happening because I now have 9 years of experience being an adult to rely on. The good thing about making mistakes is that they provide lessons and experiences to grow from.

Know this, I’ve certainly grown a whole lot and remember…

30’s the new 20, I’m so blessed still!

Kickin it on The Stoop,

Scott Speed

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“A Hustlers Ambition… A Gift And A Curse”

 

I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell

I am a hustler baby, I’ll sell water to a well…

(Jay-Z “U Don’t Know” 2001)

Hustler

A hustler as I define it is someone who works hard for what they want, is always looking for more, and is always looking to take advantage of the next opportunity. Legally.

I started hustling at age 10 when I convinced my mom to take me to that wholesale warehouse on the edge of my West Philly neighborhood to buy candy in bulk so that I could sale it to my friends and turn a profit. I learned the significance of the word profit at an early age. I continued to hustle through elementary, middle, high school and college. In high school I sold candy, bus tokens, watches. In college I sold all of the above along with scented oils and clothes. I even sold copied CD’s for $10 a piece because my homeboy Ev from Philly was one of the first people to have a CD burner on his computer long before it became common.

Ambition

Since an early age I’ve had a strong desire to be successful and earn a lot of money. You see, when I saw people on T.V or met people who were making lots of money I would always think to myself, “If they can do it I can do it. They are no smarter than I am and I’m willing to do whatever it takes.” When I was 19 you could not have told me that I wasn’t going to be a millionaire by 30 (side note…I still have a few more days to make it happen. Lol!) Though my ambitions were strong for money I was equally as ambitious with my desire to be in a position to impact change in the lives of underserved people, primarily children. I’ve had visions of opening youth centers or even my own school someday. It’s been an ongoing battle in my life between my desires to go after money and my desire to impact major change in the lives of underserved youth.

The Gift

When I graduated from college with a degree in elementary education after starting out as a business major…I started a business. Yeah you read that right. I told you it was a battle. I was out to start building my riches. My ambition has taken me a lot of places over the last 9 years. At the age of 22 I wrote a business plan and secured financing to open a clothing store. A few years later I was making 5-8 thousand dollars a month and traveling the country as a top producer and leader for a major Network Marketing/MLM company.  I remember sitting by a pool in Florida on a weekday and thinking to myself how most people my age were working a 9-5 somewhere while I had freedom. A few years later we were in the middle of a real estate market boom and people were making money like crazy so I jumped into the mortgage business and made 8 grand in my 2nd month. I eventually decided to start buying and flipping properties for you know what. Yep…Profit. I’ve sat across the table and made over 20 grand off of one transaction. I continued to invest in other ways as well. Way’s that earned me 3 grand in one week at times. I had friends and business associates who exposed me to lavish homes, country clubs, and luxury cars. I even proposed to my wife at the party of a millionaire friend and business associate. My life was exciting and I was learning all the ways out there to make money, and lots of it.

The Curse

Well, for several reasons, with all of my previous endeavors something eventually went wrong. With risk sometimes there’s loss. The BMW, lost. Money, lost. I know that in business there are losses but a little while back I lost so much money, in an investment gone bad, that I was forced to sit back and re-evaluate things. I started to realize that the things that I was doing to make money were just…things I was doing. I was not satisfying the calling that I’ve always felt was on my life to impact people in a positive way. I kept putting it off until I reached my financial goals. I felt like my setbacks were Gods way of sending me a message. I decided that I was going to do the things that I truly had a passion for. I decided that I was going to be patient in my quest for riches and let things happen, as God would have them to. I started teaching, I finally wrote a motivational book that I’ve had in my mind for years (I’m patiently exploring publishing options), and I’ve furthered my education. I’ve even been brain storming with a co-worker about creative ways to educate our youth more effectively through after school programs or starting our own school.

The Struggle

Recently, I’ve been introduced to a couple of big money making opportunities from successful people I respect. I had the same thoughts from the past, “If they can do it… But after some thought I had to pass. It was so hard to say to them that the timing is not right for me. The shark in me wanted to step up to the challenge. But my experience tells me to be patient. So I will. But it’s a struggle.

I always think back to my past experiences with fond memories. I also think about some of my missteps. I’ve gained so much knowledge from my experiences from the past. I know so much about money, investing, personal finance, sales, and success principles as a result of my experiences. I feel confident that I am equipped to make sound decisions moving forward becasue I’ve already made and learned from the mistakes that most people make throughout the course of their lives. But at the same time I think about the money I’ve spent, wasted, and lost as the cost for those expereinces and I wonder…has my ambition been A Gift or A Curse?

I wonder if anyone can relate?

Kickin it on The Stoop reflecting,

Scott Speed

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“My Philosophy… Education Is Dead In Our Inner Cities”

Boogie Down Productions

Is made up of teachers

The lecture is conducted

From the mic into the speaker

Who gets weaker?

The king or the teacher

It’s not about a salary

It’s all about reality

Teachers teach and do the world good

Kings just rule

And most are never understood

(KRS 1/Boogie Down Productions “My Philosophy”)

The statistics.

  • A 2008 foxnews.com report stated that 17 of the nations 50 largest cities had high school graduation rates lower than 50 percent, with the lowest rates reported in Detroit, Indianapolis, and Cleveland.
  • The report states that in Detroit’s public schools, 24.9 percent of the students graduated from high school, while 30.5 percent graduated in Indianapolis Public Schools and 34.1 percent received diplomas in the Cleveland Municipal City School District.
  • The report also states that over 1.2 million students drop out of high school annually in our country.

“When more than 1 million students a year drop out of high school, it’s more than a problem, it’s a catastrophe,” said former Secretary of State Colin Powell.

My Pain

I hear it all the time. Most recently on that CNN special “Black In America.” The average high school graduation rate in inner cities is less than 50 percent in our country. In some places like Detroit it is obviously much worse. Do you understand the severity of having only 24.9 percent of students graduate from high school?  That means that out of every 100 students, only 25 graduate. That means that 75 percent of the students did not succeed and are now most likely struggling to make it in our society. It’s no mystery why Detroit has fallen apart. I’ve been there several times and it is a ghost town with no real signs of vitality.

I’m a product of inner city public school education. When I read or hear these stories I think back to my hometown of Philadelphia. I think back to the faces of the people I came up with that are apart of those statistics. I think of all the crime and senseless murders that have taken place there as a result of these statistics. In my last year there, 2006, there were over 400 murders. I’m willing to bet that many of the murderers were high school dropouts. It’s been said that more prisons are being built than schools and also that they determine how many to build based on 3rd grade test scores.

It pains me to see so many young people, that the system has labeled failures, go on to live lives of poverty, crime, or survival. We all know that in most cases your opportunities in life are very limited without a high school diploma.

My Philosophy

I say that education is dead because when you have these alarming graduation rates it means that progress and growth has stopped. Think about it, when you stop growing you start dying.

I’m someone who has made it out of the system that is failing so many of our youth. Also, I’m now a teacher in that system so I see what goes on up close and personal on a daily basis. So I have come up with my own philosophy as to how we can keep our youth engaged in the educational process.

While in college I was introduced to Howard Gardeners theory of multiple intelligences. According to Wikipedia, Gardner’s theory argues that intelligence, particularly as it is traditionally defined, does not sufficiently encompass the wide variety of abilities humans display. So, for example, a child who excels in math is not necessarily more intelligent than a child who struggles with it. The child who struggles with math may have what Gardener calls musical- rhythmic intelligence and be able to play songs on a piano just by hearing them. A child who struggles with reading may have what Gardener calls visual-spatial intelligence and be an excellent artist. With Gardeners theory every “intelligence” has merit, and no one intelligence is deemed more important than the other. You should check it out if you’ve never read about it, it’s a really interesting theory. To read about it click here.

The way that our schools are currently configured we truly only give merit to two types of intelligences, logical (Math) and linguistic (Reading & Writing). We try to squeeze every child into that box and for some it is not natural. Think of the stories of people who could not focus in school because all they could think about was their music, their art, their sport, their invention, their experiment, their business plan, or their next performance. People are driven by their passions.  However, we tell kids to suppress those passions and wait. I say why? Why wait? It’s my opinion that once a child hits middle school they should be in a position to start exploring their strengths and passions through the theory of multiple intelligences and be placed on a learning track which builds on their strengths and passions while teaching them all that they need to know logically (Math) and linguistically (Reading & Writing) through those experiences. As they progress through high school they should have more field based learning experiences where they can go out into the work world and experience the different fields and professions that fall within the areas of their intelligence. Those likely career paths are also listed for each “intelligence” here.

The benefits

The benefits would be huge. I guarantee you that a student who is mechanically inclined would be more likely to stay in school if instead of being forced to pass algebra he learned math as it applies to taking measurements to build something. The students would value there education more because they would see it as being relevant to what they have a passion to do in life.  Every student should not be forced onto the college prep track like the majority of our students are. They also should not be taught that college is the only path to success. College is great for many of us but I know people without college degrees who love what they do and make great money doing it.  I also know people who have spent thousands on a degree in a field in which they do not work in.

My point is this. The system is broke and we need creative ways to fix it.

That’s my Philosophy.

Kickin it on The Stoop,

Scott Speed

www.TheNeighborhoodSpeaks.com

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