New York is Failing its Students

This has been a platform that is difficult for me to make time for: It has no hard deadlines, there’s a million other writings needed to be done, and lots of more excuses. This is not really relevant, the real issue is the abysmal state that the City University of New York is in. This is awful. Literally awful.

The City College of New York has a shortage of toilet paper on campus. Seriously, don’t use the bathroom on campus it’s gross. You can’t wipe. This is a university recently identified as one of the highest producers of Nobel, Fields, and Turing prize winners. This is a school that was called Harvard on the Hudson. One of the few public engineering schools in New York State granting bachelors degrees. One of the few schools that doesn’t cost tens of thousands of dollars a year to students. And we can’t get any damn toilet paper.

The State of New York in its infinite wisdom and caring for its citizens and voters has cut the CUNY budget significantly. Compounding this, cuts from NYC, and less enrollment than expected, we’re facing a budget cut of nearly $15 Million. How will this affect us? They’re going to fire a bunch of adjuncts. In the math department alone there are 45 adjuncts. What are they going to do, not offer classes? In a meeting with assistant dean of undergraduate affairs, we were told that an extra 500 students were accepted to the Grove School of Engineering. There weren’t enough introductory math, chemistry, and physics classes even being offered.

These are students unable to even begin progress in the long, sequential series of classes necessary to graduate with a bachelors of engineering. This isn’t ok. Why did we overaccept students? Because the schools that failed to meet the expected number of enrollments were facing a budget cut. So in exchange we received no cut but now have to many students to cater for.

The CCNY School of Education received a 40% cut in its budget. That’s ridiculous. Just flat out ridiculous. Two people I know are on the verge of dropping from the school, receiving different degrees so they can at least have a chance to graduate. They will literally be unable to graduate because of these cuts.

The cuts mean that courses now offered once a year may not even be offered once a year, as the adjuncts supposed to be teaching them won’t be paid. That means that one core, 400 level engineering course you need to graduate isn’t going to be offered for another year. That means you need a job for the next year until you can get your degree. That means being stuck in this increasingly awful city for another year.

The cuts mean that the professors of CUNY, represented by the Professional Staff Congress, a 27,000 strong union are preparing to go on strike. They haven’t received a new contract in 6 years, and have been working without a contract for 5 years.

Our educators are treated horribly. Our students are treated horribly. The state does not care about the students of New York. It does not care about the people getting an education in universities carrying its name. It does not care about the people born and raised in the five boroughs and are getting a degree, and will one day help build this city.

New York City does not care that the country’s largest urban university system, with over 500,000 students and 24 campuses is facing these cuts. It does not care that in 2014, these 24 campuses had a budget of almost $3 Billion. It does not care that in the same fiscal year, the NYPD was funded 50% more, for a total of nearly $4.7 Billion. Is this really what we value?

There’s not a lot more to say.

CUNY has failed its students.

CCNY has failed its students.

New York has failed its citizens.

CCNY Students are protesting against the budget cuts on November 10 at 12:30 pm in front of the Wiley Administration Building. Let your voice be heard.

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Specific utility and General utility

As someone learning how to program as both a hobby and a class requirement, a major thing that comes up is the ability to reuse something you’ve done. That is to say, to write code that can only does one specific thing, once, is not very efficient. For you, or for people attempting to build upon your work. To give an example of this, over the summer I used “R” to construct linear regressions of climate data. Part of this involved trying different kinds of linear regressions for a months worth of data, for all the months. That meant making 5 regressions per month, or 60 regressions per year. It would be insane to individually write this, or to call an identical for loop for each region that was being studied. So I built a couple functions that would generate the regressions and then plot the data with the regression. Then I just called that for each region.

The tedium of making this “work-all” and more general purpose (but still highly specific) tool made doing further work in that field easier. Almost nothing being made had a single purpose. It would be rewritten to be generally applicable for the same process, if the process was being re-run. That isn’t even a great feat, and the tools being made were still basically useless outside of what I was doing. But it just doesn’t make sense to spend a bunch of time making this one thing that does absolutely one thing.

This comes up in life often, when looking at how many things are produced for highly specific purposes and their possible utility ignored. From the ubiquitous single use plastic wrappers to automatic tie racks, many things are designed with one use in mind. Tools and objects are created to be bought, used, and tossed. Generally within a matter of days. It’s incredibly wasteful. An old boss of mine one day said, “Have you seen how much wrapping is on a single flash drive? There’s a ton of paper and plastic to get a tiny bloody thing.”

potatoes

Source: http://www.goingveggie.com/plastic-wrapped-potatoes/

It doesn’t take much to fill a sheet of paper with the amount of items that are used and discarded, and never touched again. An artist friend of mine walked around with all the trash he generated for the week in a large garbage bag. It turned into 2, and was filled mainly with empty coffee cups, cigarette packs, and beer bottles. The first and third item on that list could be transported in reusable containers, quickly reducing the amount of waste produced.

This idea, to me, is paralleled with another issue: That of making things so general that they lose their specific purpose, and their identity as an object. Take a poorly made multi tool – Sure it has a ton of stuff including a corkscrew, but when will you use a cork screw on your utility knife?! Maybe I am speaking from ignorance of necessity. You get this item that tries so hard to be useful that it is useless.

I recall this coming up with some software, but can’t recall it at the moment. If you have any examples of this with software, please shoot off an email or leave a comment!

This is not to say that either general purpose tools or specific tools (think of a single head screwdriver) are inherently bad. This is to call for tools built to last, built to be learned and reused, built to help the user. Not built to break or tossed away after one use. Not built to sit in a box, waiting for the next time someone needs to tighten the screws on the bed frame.

This is a call to consider the materials around you as part of your life, to bond with the people and things in your life. Not to find solace in materials, but to understand that items are not useless, not one-time throwaway junk made by some faraway factory. Take pride in what you have, and take care of it. Take pride in what you make.

And stop throwing away so much stuff!

The Irony of the Irony of Waste

After one of the largest Climate Change rallies in the world took place in New York on Sunday, a lot of the common trends of opponents to enviromental reform came out. The People’s Climate March (PCM) was accused of being trash generating monsters and hypocrites. The hypocrisy thing has been around for the past 40 years ago and would require much more than the length of what I plan to say to address, so I will give someone else the pleasure of addressing it. It is necessary to address the critique’s of the PCM charging it with being a wasteful, hypocritical event.

To begin with, there were 400,000 people present. Most of these people were Americans, and many were New Yorkers. The amount of waste that was generated is being criticized for being left in the streets and not in “trash” cans. What if there are no trash cans because the NYPD is paranoid that they’ll have to shut down the city looking for backpack bombers? Would the New York Post’s response be, “Environmentalists Bring Terrorists and Death to New York.”

The amount of waste that was generated in sad in itself. Over 150,000 signs were left in the street. That is unacceptable of people to do, and they should try to reuse them or find some way to recycle them. However, many of these signs were handed out by the organizers of the event, and not brought by people. Several of the people I spoke with said they were given signs off the side of the street when they arrived. The organizers of the event should be contributing to trash clean up if they are going to be giving out many large signs. The masses of groups selling goods and handing out free 8 oz (236 mL) water bottles are generating much more trash, and of a worse quality.

Some have pointed out these signs are made of cardboard, and that the many people present are promoting the logging industry. So, having seen a few protests in the last year and photographs of previous years, especially in the 20th century, do people ever bring signs not made out of cardboard? A friend of mine told me I should’ve brought a small piece of metal that has a lab safety warning printed on it. That would’ve been awesome, except it’s unrealistic to expect everyone to be able to do that. Then again we’re not talking about people with reasonable expectations. Should everyone have bought solid plastics to write on the back of? Would they have pasted paper on the back so you could write legibly? The last I checked, trees come back in a human’s life time. Oil derivatives come back in a species’s life time. Many of the signs were also re-purposed from old cardboard. That is often what people do, since it’s free.

The real problem is the Starbucks coffee. Now why it was necessary to buy Starbucks coffee is questionable, but also reasonable in the situation many were in. It is physically exhausting to shout and cheer for several hours. My abdomen is still sore, and I’ve lost my voice. Water ran out before the march began, and we had to wait until about half way in to get more. I saw some people carrying their empty Starbucks cups looking for water refill stations. This was at about 11am. At around 2pm, a friend of mine, pretty exhausted, said to me, “Look…I can go to Starbucks for just a minute…it’s worth it.” A woman next to us looked at him and said, “Oh you’re not going there. You’re going to hold out.” He stayed with us. He didn’t get some burnt and overpriced coffee. Maybe some of the older people in the crowd couldn’t hold out and had to buy a coffee. Are they now hypocrites who aren’t allowed to comment on the status of the overall trend of the climate to be changing?

Lastly, maybe these same people should comment on the massive waste and destruction caused by other people. Here’s some mountains that don’t exist anymore.

Credits to Google Earth for the image.

Thanks, and keep on fighting.

Incredible opportunities come to those who try for them

About a year and a couple weeks ago, my great friend at the time sent me a site offering jobs “for the environment.” What are jobs for the environment I wondered? Fresh out of high school, I had spent at least the last 3 months in a heavily induced mental coma, bumming around while considering what I was gonna do in college. I had somehow slid into an engineering program at where I’m enrolled now, scoring 5’s and 4’s on AP exams I considered easy while barely getting away with a lot of things, and not getting away with some.

So, I think of how I need to get this resume together and get this pathetic excuse of a piece of paper that has my name and the fact I worked with my school’s Tech Squad on it, and my contact information. I get there…and this very excited guy with hair down to his shoulders yells for at least a half hour about fracking and the evils of it, much of which I had learned in an environmental science class. it uses a lot of waster, it can contaminate water, there’s methane leakage, it’s harvesting methane, issue on top of issue that actually make it out to be a really stupid process endorsed by some people who can’t seem past the next quarter. Which it is in all honesty.

Well, he let me go into the next room with this cute red haired woman, who had short hair with bangs and a few killer tats. She asked me her first question, why I wanted to work there. My response was about how I wanted to develop sustainable energy. Or something. Save the environment y’know? She asked me if I was comfortable fund raising. I asked her if it’s like petitioning in the street, to which said no it’s fundraising. I said yes, she told me to come in the next day. I sat down on the hot pavement outside, it being early July with no cloud cover out, and waited for my friend to come outside, who had also come in to do the interview without telling me.

He came out and said, “a hot blonde chicK” had told him they’d call him within the next day. I laughed a bit, callously telling him he’d gotten screwed. He didn’t believe me, but he did. It sucked to be him, and we ended up getting lunch with my dad. My dad didn’t buy this “Jobs for the environment” jazz either, but I still kind of did. 

A couple weeks later I was sitting in the bar next to this girl I had a crush on, telling her I wasn’t sure if I was going to keep working there – no money and constant rejection as a canvasser make for a depressing work environment. She told me to stick with it because it’d really mean something. After a game of Jeopardy in the office the guy who had briefed us on fracking that July morning asked me what I thought about some issues, and the staff gave me a few extra trial days to stay on board. I tried to get my friends to work there but none of them stuck around for long.

I moved out at the end of August after an awful fight with my family, and the first thing I did after my first class was find Morganne and talk to her and help her do anything she wanted. A couple months in a lot of stuff happened. i went to some of my first ever protests. I went to a lot of talks and seminars, meeting professionals and activists. I met a speaker who was the leading organizer for a New York based anti-fracking group and had her speak at my school. A girl I thought was cute organized a panel discussion by the political science department about the upcoming mayoral election, where the first Democrat would be elected to New York City Mayor in over 20 years. My new friends organized lots of little events and activities, everywhere. 

That cute girl and I started seeing each other around my birthday, when much to her happiness I became “legal.” I had gotten a 3.6 GPA my first semester, and survived college. That winter I dug in with my house mate Odin, smoked a ton of hookah and had that amazing girl over all the time. 

The next semester, I couldn’t dedicate nowhere as much time to NYPIRG I once had. I had registered the internship, but I was now taking harder classes and trying to set up my own club. I started tutoring someone via a program that was targeting students who were on the cusp of doing great and may need that extra kick in the behind to be A students. It was kind of crazy, and I found myself helping to organize new events while hopping into lectures and seminars and trying to become the president of a new club. 

One day there was an “engineering club fair” or something of the sort, where a lot of student chapters of professional organizations gave short presentations about what they did. One organization, the New York Water Environment Association, struck me as being exactly what I’d be interested in. I spoke with the girl who was president, and she offered to put me on the executive board next semester. I asked her where she’s working, and she helped me get a position at the lab where I now work.

At the same time as all this I ran for the board of directors of NYPIRG and came on board, for lack of a better phrase at the moment. When the summer started, I had about 3 or 4 days between my last final exam for the semester and the start of my new job as a research assistant. The next week, an office had me in it and I was studying the standard methods.  This entire time I considered myself extremely lucky and dedicated a lot of time to studying for my class and learning laboratory procedures. 

I went to the board meetings and learned a ton of financial information, especially about the budgetary process for a non-profit. I discovered great food by my school and how much I really loved the world and everything about it, even if it could be better. Also my girlfriend’s awesome.

In the past 24 hours, a lot of ridiculously awesome stuff has happened that has made me say “Holy crap I’m amazed by people.” The director of the tutoring program contacted me on Facebook to invite me to come to Washington DC for a 3 day trip, to go along with the fellowship program at my school. Meet non-profits and go to an orchestra? That sounds awesome. I spoke with my boss at work today and he said it’d be fine.

At work we were celebrating someone’s last day on the job and went out to a huge all you can eat sushi buffet. I don’t know how we moved, that was so much food. On the way to the place, I stopped off at a bank to get cash and got separated from the group. I walked into a random building looking for the restaurant and saw a Democratic congresswoman’s campaign office. Funnily enough I had spoken with her office before in disgust over her vote on a bill, one I can barely recall at the moment. They wanted to know where I was registered to vote, to which I replied, “I Know, I work for a non profit, registering voters.” The oldest man there asked me which one, to which I replied, “NYPIRG.”

He laughed and said no shit, and told me about how he had worked there for a while. He had been on the board as vice-president, representing Queens College, and had been program staff for a while. I told him I was currently a board rep at City College, and he said no shit again. Offered me a job on the spot, to which I immediately declined since I currently have an amazing job at a research lab. I was kind of amazed.

That’s what inspired me to sit down and write a little history of my time with this amazing group, that has afforded me so many opportunities and  at the same time allowed me to impact change onto the people around me. It’s some important for everybody out there to remember that people take you as seriously as you take yourself. Give it your best and someone will recognize it. Give up your time to do work you think is crappy, it can pay off. I’m not one to speak definitively on it, but try your best.

The best kind of people understand others the most and themselves the least.

Life at the moment

It’s very strange to sit down and write about who you are, and what you’re doing. Or at least what you think you are and what your actions are accomplishing, or how they’re influencing other people. It’s a bit ego stroking, but as an individual…maybe it’s necessary to stroke one’s own ego. Jack London wrote about the fatal flaws of being an individualist, but maybe some of us are built to be individuals. It could be fate for that person, or it could be what they’ve trapped themselves in. An individual is a canvas of other individuals splattering their influence on him, his caretakers and then his friends, and the varied and incredible life he may live. It’s important, at least to me, to keep in perspective that you are the product of that, and not simply what you have done. I don’t know if I consider myself an individualist, but I can say, in a sad, deprecating fashion, I find myself considering myself better than some, and it is not something I am proud of. And pride is another ego boosting mechanism, accomplishing that same action – thinking you are better than someone. Really, I just want to talk about some stuff I’m doing and how I’m involved and to organize it for myself and not find myself in a pit going crazy in projects and responsibility I don’t find myself ready for. 

It would be to do this in some sort of order, so I think I’ll start with school work and go into environmental work, which is where I see myself going as a person interacting with other people and somehow living, so that’s kind of a mix of both. School…is such a weird thing. I never found myself being really interested in school but knowing it would be a huge part of my life, especially going into academia for a bit, at least to go to Grad School and get a PhD in the sciences or mathematics. I’m gonna do it! One day, I’ll wake up and be in Grad School and say holy crap, I’m still a human being doing things.

So now I’m entering my second year at The City College of New York. My parents went here! Eric and Odin’s dads both went here, as well as Michael Vulis…and Tara’s parents. It’s such a scary small world, knowing we’re part of some web that is constantly updating and renewing itself and building. So, studying environmental engineering. Not sure what it is yet, but apparently the American Academy of Environmental Engineers and Scientists are primarily focused on water. Water! It’s a big deal. I don’t know if I want to deal with water. It’s a lot of chemistry. It’s a big goddamn deal, but it’s…I don’t find my heart in it. It’s like a fun experiment. I’m gonna be taking an Earth Hazards class, Physics II, Calculus III, and Earth Systems Analysis. I guess it’s all in the same vein so it’ll be alright. I’m nervous about Physics because of the professor, and I’m afraid I’m going to do really bad. That really sucks. I don’t like being nervous about that. Not the content of the class, but the fact that the professor sucks. What a lame reality. Dr. Kreminska is going to have to hear me out on this. I think I’m on track to graduate in 4 years, maybe if I take summer courses in mathematics or liberal arts. That’d be cool, but this current 10 hours a week of crazy ridiculous physics is getting to me. That and work makes me feel like my days don’t exist anymore. They almost do! The future seems so full of possibilities, but it’s the present that matters a lot more. You have to exist in it.  This needs to be sorted out. I’m considering dropping to 3 classes for the semester, but that seems like I’ll be falling behind so hard. I’d rather not do a side project then not graduate – I don’t want to be in school for the rest of my 20’s, but I don’t want to kill myself getting through it. I did some math, and it’s gonna be 15 hours a week of class time. Following the general guideline of 2 hours of study time per class hour…45 hours a week? I think I can do it. I CAN DO IT. It’ll be crazy, but I CAN DO IT. But I have to switch my professor. Rant. Class. ended. More stuff below.

i’m working at a waste water engineering laboratory at school, which is kind of awesome. It’s great because the hours aren’t bad, yet, and there’s income. There’s amazing opportunity to learn and discover the world and the very real urban society we, or at least myself and the majority of people i know, exist in. We’ve been studying the removal of nitrogen species from the release of the plant, and it’s expensive as hell. The carriers we use are interesting, but they’re weird to use and require specific conditions. This could be very promising for existing plants, but you know, bureaucracy. I’ve learned so much about applied chemistry and physics, and how to function inside of a lab. I think that’s the best part, so I can bring my skills to the real world. It’s gonna be fun. This is a big deal, but the real big deal is the projects going on. 

The first big project is being on the board of directors of NYPIRG. I’m on the board of a not for profit. What even?! I don’t know how seriously I should take it, but I”m taking it pretty damn seriously. We’re doing some work, I don’t know if I’d call it great work. At least they’re not supporting fracking. I think combining this with the other thing that’s going on, fossil fuel divestment, would be way more fruitful. NYPIRG has the power to facilitate change across New York State, and they should be trying. Their resources would be crucial for organizing students all over the state, so the divestment movement can grow. They also have the ability to  unite students from everywhere in a common goal. Between them and the existing CUNY Divest group and the support of the REC, real change can happen. And not Obama change, but tangible consequences that my generation and future generations will feel. Word!

So Divestment is also a thing. It refers to the removal of funding from companies, in this case the top 200 fossil fuel companies. These funds are currently invested by the university endowment, the fund that is built by alumni donations. The CUNY endowment is somewhere in the $200 million range, and the divestment of the approximately 5% of its holdings in the industry would mean removing $10 million from some companies that really don’t need it. Well, they will. But we’re gonna take it away. YEAH! This effort is being contribute dot by a weird group of people that have a lot of potential, but need some organizing skills and ego cuts. The divestment movement has such potential, such incredible backing. We’re going to be working getting a website up among other ideas, which is going to be crucial to reaching out for 

The next thing going on is the e-waste drive. Electronic waste (ewaste) is full of useful materials, including rare earth materials. Also a ton of toxins. I want to start collecting them on campus and have them dealt with, reducing our footprint at school but also preventing a ton of junk from ending up in a land fill. NYPIRG, NYWEA, the Civil Engineering dept. and pretty much every department should be on top of this, and I’d like to see what can be done. yeah!

So a quick recap: Working at a waste water treatment lab, taking some science classes, doing e waste, doing divestment. 

This…is a lot for me. A lot of stuff is going on. I want to be a human being in between it and experience human emotions and have fun and interact and develop interpersonal relationships that aren’t solely based on our work in an area. I really appreciate Kira right now, because honestly she’s just awesome. She has a great perspective on life and her support is just…great. It’s just great. I think I had more stuff to say, I’m gonna stuff it or come back and say more stuff later. I would like everybody to try to be a better human.

Do stuff! When you think something’s a problem, fix it! Make your bed, clean your garden, make your town more friendly for the Earth, but go out there and DO SOMETHING.

Projectz

Yo, I realised today how this internship is just a really awesome class. Go hang out with cool people, learn how to do useful stuff for any job like give speeches, organize events, lead groups, how to negotiate a bureaucracy. So I’m taking 6 classes and managing to do pretty well, it’s fucking awesome. I also found i may have 3 lab classes, a comp sci class, and a math class next semester, which would suck a lot. like a lot. College is mad work. I’m gonna bitch about it, man up and do it, while bitching a little bit about it. whatever.

Philip K Dick’s VALIS trilogy is off the fucking rocker. I tried reading VALIS first and was seriously very very very confused, I got 50 pages in and kinda lost it. I went back and read Radio Free Albemuth, which was pretty cool. The role of the FBI and intelligence services in this country have grown larger and larger and it’s really sad. Freedom is something..that’s hoped for at least. Sad state of affairs, especially with the recent events in the national government.

To counter the crazy, proto-religiousness of that I’m looking at The Divine Invasion, which doesn’t promise to be any better. The Gnostics seem really cool, but as someone with no background in the Christian faith I’m not even sure how to begin. There’s just so much out there to learn, I barely understand the Gnostics or really anything out there. They say the more you know, the more you realise how little you truly know. It would be incredible if we didn’t have to sleep, just read and study and learn all night. Become infinite machines of knowledge.

Several books need to be read by the other people working on the environmental campaign, especially Ecotopia…and maybe the EAS 101 textbook.  I dunno, everyone should just read stuff. I might just bring in an article for people to listen to at the next Enviro meeting. That would be really cool. Inform the group, get them to write LTE’s, and do events. That would be awesome.

Alright, i’m gonna go to sleep so i have time to chill out on the roof in the am.