600 Schools



W 118th St & Lenox Ave, New York, NY 10026

Neighborhood: East Harlem

The average Special Education teacher’s career lasts a grand total of approximately two years. It’s the one fact I remember on the road to my Master’s Degree. Actually, remember two. I also remember that teaching in the inner city is the second most stressful job in these United States, next to being an inner city cop. And of course, cops have guns.

My first year teaching “Severely Emotionally Disturbed & Socially Maladjusted” adolescents came complete with a two hundred pounder who I suspected didn’t quite like me — at least that was my impression upon hearing his not too infrequent threats to “beat my ass.”

Attempts on my part to gain his confidence, or at least defuse the situation proved futile. So I tried humoring him, or myself, by telling him that he’d just have to wait his turn on line like everyone else, which wasn’t that far from the truth.

For students already complete with long histories of disruptive behavior, like fighting other students and teachers alike, my skinny self provided a most opportune target.

My trusted classroom assistant, a graduate himself of NYC “600 schools” (public schools for problem youth back in the day prior to Spec. Ed. When teachers were allotted an extra $600 for their added woe), advised me in a quiet aside, “You know you have to deal with that.” His wry smile echoed my very thoughts, if I was to have any control of the class, any modicum of respect from the students, it was, very much, on me. Nodding, I replied, “When he makes his move.”

Whenever I can restrain a student during a physical altercation, that is the course I take. Some people don’t seem to understand however, that restraining someone can be harder, much harder than just plain fighting the person. If physically attacked, and my personal safety and well being are at serious risk, as far as I’m concerned, the professional teacher-student relationship has been checked at the door.

Said student outweighed me by over fifty pounds, so when he made a point of knocking me back into the blackboard with a forearm smash when I attempted to retrieve whatever he snatched off my desk, I bounced off and went for broke. Speed and surprise would have to offset the weight differential, as I hit him with everything I had, as quickly and as often as my fists would allow. If I were going to the hospital, I would do my best to make sure he joined me.

Fact was, all he had to do was pick me up and throw me. Instead, he panicked. The oversized bag of bluster quickly folded into a huddled mass of tears. He never contemplated that he himself would get hit, never conceived something smaller ever capable of toppling a more formidable land mass. Ego and physics aside, he returned to class the very next day, not a mark on him, not a care in the world. Unbeknownst to him, I screamed in silence every time I held a pen or grasped a piece of chalk for well over a week, his chin having made a lasting impression on my writing hand — but he never did threaten me again.

Several months into the school year, his mother (who appeared to have a connection or two in the school system) arranged to have him reassessed by an off site evaluator, of which he made no small mention. Mom never believed her son had a behavior issue in the first place, so they were clearly off to bigger and better things once given the green light for a school with a “less restrictive environment.”

Running up the stairs after lunch one day, he collided into said evaluator, nearly tripping and falling over his own two feet. Turning and glaring at the person he had almost knocked over, he exclaimed, “What the fuck you looking at?” Assigned to escort her to meet with him that afternoon, I managed to retain my composure as I pointed out that that was indeed, the very student that she had been sent to revaluate.

She looked at me; I looked at her. She turned around and left, meeting adjourned.

He would stay with me the remainder of the year, my belief in divine intervention renewed. Perhaps it’s been that same guiding hand that has seen me through fifteen years of threats, and threats made good. I’d be a fool, and a very broken fool at that, if I thought I could fight my way out of every perceived danger. My students, make no mistake, are damaged goods — damaged by an environment that has assaulted them since birth, a society that has abandoned them by choice. Their intervention, divine or otherwise, still awaits.

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§ 6 Responses to “600 Schools”

  • Jose Cornejo says:

    you just told my story, my first teaching job was at P.S. 369 in Brooklyn, not a day went by that a kid didn’t offer to kick my ass or like they said at the time ‘bust your ass” I hated the job and wanted to quit, yet started getting to know and understand the kids and their problems, in addition I made great friends with some of the faculty. I left and moved to North Carolina but I still remember those days almost 30 years ago
    Thank you

  • bring back them good old ways says:

    the merits of corporal punishment , yes indeed.

    there are positives and advantages to corporal punishmen.

    Most kids need to be beaten and frequently too.

    no more lies .

  • Lilah-Grace says:

    I am VERY much in favor of bringing back:

    1) 600 schools
    2) paying teachers $16K more to teach in those schools
    3) ABOLISHING this horse-puckey practice of putting ALL special ed kids in Gen. Ed. classrooms

    The Least restrictive environment for most of the children who have now flooded our Gen. Ed classes has proven to be catastrophically restricting for all other children in those class rooms.

    Collaborative class environment has Gen. Ed students learning less. It has STUNTED their growth.

    I wouldn’t mind seeing tracking brought back too.

    AP classes ARE NOT “for all!”

  • YieleY Williams says:

    As a native New Yorker, I could be all for this, IF ONLY it wasnt used against minorities. My white friends know the type of things they can get away with because theyre white. That has led some of them down the wrong path in life. This false sense that we give white kids, that everything will just be okay for them, will just hurt them in the end. If a child is a problem, white or minority, then they should be put in a “600” school, but there should be a team of psychologists to evaluate them. Kids shouldnt just be kicked in there as to sweep them under the rug.

  • mel friedman says:

    I write as a former student of a 600 school, circa 1959. I was sent to The Sterling school on Sterling Place in Brooklyn, NY after being a pretty disruptive student at Lincoln High.The school of about 130 kids was made up of about 100 blacks,20 Hispanics and 10 whites. We all tested and honed our fighting abilities, although that usually wasn’t done along racial lines as we were in a structured environment. Upon arriving ,we were daily patted down for contraband, which could include anything from cigarettes to weapons. Cigarettes always made it in and we could be found sharing and “hotboxing” smokes in the boys room.The doo wop era was big, then and I got to sing and harmonize with lots of talented kids. After school, we were lined up into three groups, depending on whether you rode the BMT, IRT, or IND and we were escorted to our subway stations. The escorting teachers put a token in the turnstile and gave us each a ticket which was redeemable for a token to return the next day. For most, since they lacked in basic reading and math skills, the school was a dead end. Some would go on to hardcore adult facilities, or you could quit at 17 with a job and parental permission. At 18 you were out to fend for yourself. I was one of the fortunate few who “rehabilitated” enough to be sent back to a “normal” high school. I quit as soon as I was able because I had fallen far behind by then. This has been a long ramble, but looking back now at age 76,I can honestly say those were some of the best times and memories of my life.

  • Henry Hill says:

    The 600 school was a good idea for a bad situation. The students problems are common, yet their reactions are unique. Students cope differently. The issue with mainstreaming unique students is the loss of classroom experience for the average or gifted student. We can’t deny the majority of students their education when we have really good accommodations like 600 school programs. As a teacher, I can honestly say 600 school teachers deserve way more money than me.

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