Thursday, March 29, 2012

The Truth About Brookline College Tucson Campus

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To the students and faculty and most of the staff at the Tucson Campus:
 
 
The following is intended to remedy the fact that still, to this day, the students at Brookline College, Tucson campus, have not been given any truthful answer as to why I am no longer teaching at Brookline College.  As always with the truth, tell the full truth.
 
This is also to acquaint the administration of the College in Phoenix with the general situation at the Tucson Campus.  It is hard for me to believe that what happened to me was okay with them, but that leaves open two possibilities; either the Tucson campus management has the headquarters so “snowed” about what really is happening at the campus, or the headquarters thinks what is really happening is okay with them; and not just with my situation, but everything that is horribly wrong at the campus.  Either way, the management personnel in Phoenix should be professionally ashamed for having any part of it, especially how it seriously, negatively affects the educational experience of the students at the College.  What happened to me was done simply as an act of meanness, and personal vendetta, because I would not be intimidated.
 
The following is just an explication of the truth of what happened, and a list of things that need to be said, out in the open, about the quality of life, and education, at the Tucson campus of Brookline College.
 
I am now aware of the Petition the students have brought before the College for my “reinstatement”.  I cannot express my appreciation strongly enough to the students and others who acknowledged, in writing no less, their desires to see me back teaching.  But, sadly, there is not going to be a reinstatement until something else happens.  So long as Leigh Anne Pechota and Anna Slaski are managing the Tucson campus, ruling their kingdom by edict, and mismanage and abdicate their responsibilities to others, and blame others for their own incompetence, and disrespect and demean almost all who work under them, I do not belong there.
 
I had not spoken out before I “was resigned” (not a typo… I did not resign, I did not quit, I “was resigned”), because I figured if I was there, I could try to fix or help deal with the numerous problems as they came to my attention, and I did that.  But now I am not there, and my students, as well as all the students and the faculty and most of the staff, are suffering even more since my unwilling departure.
 
The “Resigning of Me”
 
On Fateful Thursday (February 2, 2012), I was called in to read my performance appraisal with Anna Slaski, always an unpredictable moment in a faculty member’s life at the campus.  When I got to the words “negative” and “complainer”, now for the second consecutive year, in spite of everything I have done for the College, I took my school keys and placed them on Anna’s desk.  I looked right into her face, and told her she can “close [your] own building”, and get a new Program Director and a new Extern Coordinator” and that I will just teach my classes.  I stated “I am not signing this”, and I then walked out of her office.

She tried twice to get me to come back into her office and I refused  She said I was being “overly sensitive”, her favorite defensive tactic when caught being her real, incredibly insensitive  and brutal self.  I had no intention of sitting still while she tried to explain to me why this farce of an appraisal was appropriate, because that was coming next.  I took my briefcase and left the building, fully intending to return in the evening for my classes.
 
In the parking lot, I remembered I left my eyeglasses, and came back into the building.  I was walking out of the building again when I saw Anna and Leigh Ann Pechota turn the corner down the long hallway, in front of me.  Absolutely wanting to avoid talking to them, I turned down into a different hallway.
 
Upon seeing me, Leigh Ann began calling my name repeatedly, “Brad… Brad… Brad”, loudly, in the hallway, and I heard the sound of running feet (clackety shoes).  They both turned the corner and ran after me.  To avoid what was obviously developing into a chase through the building, I stopped and told Leigh Ann essentially that I had nothing to say to her, that the appraisal was “bullshit” (I think I said “absolute bullshit”), and that I won’t stand for such actions directed against me, or anyone else, any longer.
 
At that point, Leigh Ann’s face became a shrieking mask of hate, her teeth actually bared, her face red and contorted, then she pointed a crooked finger at me, and screamed at me, with Anna standing there, in the hallway, with other people in the hallway, and I mean screeching, “ See? That’s the negative attitude I am talking about.  I accept your verbal resignation!”, and she meant from everything, apparently.  I was taken aback as I had not resigned from everything (not teaching), just the jobs I did not get paid for and the extra unpaid hours I worked each week, for which they are, on top of that, completely ungrateful and unappreciative.  As usual, Anna Slaski had lied to Leigh Anne about what I had actually said, proved by Leigh Anne’s statement.  At this point I said, “Whatever”, and walked away from them and out of the building.
 
I resigned as Program Director, as Externship Coordinator, and as “night closer” of the building, and nothing more.  When they last accused me of being a “negative influence” at the College, in late 2010, I resigned from being the Master of Ceremonies at graduations, because it occurred to me that if they really felt that way, why would they want to give me an audience of 1500 people, and a podium from which to speak, where they could not control me, and say whatever I want?  It apparently did not occur to them (of course), but it did to me, so I resigned that position only (and not teaching).  And guess what?  NOTHING HAPPENED!  They did not resign me from anything else!  And we all went along as if nothing else happened (for a while).
 
But, this time when I resigned my extra positions only (not from teaching), just like last year, the result was different, and it is important for everyone to know why it was different, which we will get to shortly.
 
After my being resigned by Leigh Anne this time, I wrote an email to Leigh Ann and Anna, the same day, included here as an attachment, which speaks for itself (the attachment includes all the early emails between me and them and HR).  As always, I was willing to compromise and try to make the best of a bad situation.  They, and the Phoenix headquarters, completely ignored my email.  Instead, the next morning, I received an email from Brookline’s human resources department, that they have “accepted my verbal resignation”… which I never gave (see attachment).
 
No one from headquarters or HR has ever asked me about what happened.  They are seemingly not interested one bit.  What does that say?
 
They (Leigh Anne and Anna) do not want to hear about the problems at the campus, which as managers, is their first most important responsibility, to listen carefully, and then actually to do something about the problems.  They want desperately to believe they know how to manage the campus, when it is shockingly clear that they do not. 
 
Class and student scheduling, teacher assignments, serious safety and security problems, the latest construction project fiascoes, and violations of Dept. of Education and accrediting agency rules, regulations and policies, are all being neglected and often affirmatively avoided.  Faced with someone telling them there is a problem, they must face their own incompetence and inadequacy, which they cannot bring themselves to do.  Instead, they punish those that speak up, and ignore the problems, or bury them.
 
When someone suggests a way to do things differently from their way of doing/ hiding/ burying things, that person is most frequently labeled a “complainer”, and that ends up on a performance appraisal, and then one is threatened with termination and almost always, no raise that year.  One has to wonder if that is a corporate policy as well.
 
The short (very short) version of the original false branding of me as a “negative influence” happened in December, 2010, when I reported to Leigh Anne that I had heard others refer to Brookline as “Crookline” ( and worse).  I was repeating what others had said, and wanted to change that perception of the College, largely undeserved (then).  This fact was then distorted by Leigh Anne and Anna into “I” was the one using these terms to describe Brookline, a completely false accusation.  As I explained to them, I have more of my reputation riding on Brookline’s success than they do, so how could that make any sense?  But common sense has never stopped them from doing anything foolish.  So, that led to me being written up and threatened with termination if I did not stop being a “negative influence”, but not quite explaining what that meant.  Of course, the only people I was negatively influencing were those two.  So, I guess it is a good thing I taped that conversation.  [Nicole from HR, are you listening? You are on that tape, as clearly a witness for these two supreme prevaricators, buying their false accusations, and clearly not doing a shred of your job to get at the truth.]  Remember students, evidence is everything.
 
As déjà vu was setting in this time, I was not going to let this situation happen to me twice by the same pair of incompetent, irresponsible, and simply mean mis-managers of the Tucson campus, and so this year I resigned my extra, unpaid duties, and again, not my teaching duties.  But leave it to them to make the worst out of a bad situation.  This “resigning” of me by Leigh Anne was simply the act of an egomaniac who has the extra-added problem of having to cover up and explain a variety of mistakes, mis-management, and the horrible treatment of people.  I just refused to take it anymore.
 
They apparently did not and still do not appreciate that I tried to make my suggestions, and even some demands, in as diplomatic, quiet and non-public way as I could.  They made all this public by “resigning” me.  Now I am simply helping them make it even more so.

I believe that no one in the upper levels of administration has any real sense of the low level of morale at the Tucson Campus, no sense of the level of confusion, distraction, and fear among the staff and faculty, and the causes for that state of affairs.  They should know about the unqualified people teaching classes, the enormous (and unpaid) course load some faculty are required to accept for fear of being terminated.  They should know about the students sitting in the wrong classes (because of the wholly incompetent schedule-making), the general decline in the teaching quality (not due to the faculty), and the failure of management to address these and other issues.  This cannot be a corporate policy… can it?
 
I believe that no one in the upper levels of administration has any sense of the tension among the faculty and adjuncts vis-à-vis management, due to the cheating and chiseling by the College (Anna and Leigh Anne) in terms of adjunct contracts at the Tucson campus, where the compensation is so varied and different so no one knows a standard rate for doing anything.  That is why they try to intimidate employees to not talk about their compensation.  This has to be a corporate policy, right?
 
Most important of all, no one in the upper levels of administration seems to have any real sense or even awareness of the state of confusion, disorganization, and absolute anxiety the students in the paralegal and criminal justice programs (and medical as well) have been in since I was resigned.  I know for a fact that you at the headquarters in Phoenix do not, because if you did, you would have stepped in long before now and fixed things, or forced Anna and Leigh Anne to fix them, or fired them, right?
 
Right?
 
 
If any of you reading this can believe this, I heard that Anna recently described me… me… to one of my former colleagues, as “just picking up a paycheck”.  That just about sums up their attitude and demeanor, doesn’t it?  They expect an unreasonable amount of work, under the worst of workplace conditions, for little or no compensation, and when they actually get it from the dedicated professionals that we are, they reward us with disrespect and degradation.  And, Anna is so oblivious to her own insensitive nature, that she apparently believes she can say anything with impunity, and that the listener is not going to repeat it.  Wrong… again.
 
Anna herself told several people that she was “surprised” at my reaction, and actually told me before I left that I was being “overly sensitive”.  Generally, psychologically, that is what guilty-minded people, who have little or no conscience, say when their behavior has unintended consequences.  They rapidly backtrack and try to explain (and whine), “that’s not what I meant”, and actually blame the other person, among other consciousness-of-guilt statements and rationalizations.  Why else did they come running after me, if I had already quit, in their minds?  Why not just let me leave?  Come on… you all have to get it by now.
 
The irony is unfathomable and inescapable, that I would be considered a negative influence at the college by these two failed managers, after all I have done for the institution, and the students.  Their personalities and their management policies and attitudes are the real and only problem, the actual negative influence, at the campus, not the faculty, not most of the staff, and certainly not the students.

These two failed managers create the culture of fear, intimidation, and confusion pervasive at the campus.  They treat people with the utmost disrespect, disdain, unprofessionalism, and outright meanness.  They mismanage by edict, and not by consensus, which in an educational institution is so necessary to effect a culture of communication and learning.  This is an environment conducive to learning, or a place where one wants to come to work every day?  Hardly.
 
The College is, at least seemingly, hell bent on credentials, as least as far as faculty, way past the “necessary and appropriate” point and far into “insanely inefficient” territory.  This then begs the question… what actual credentials do these two mis-managers have to do their jobs?  Want a good laugh?  Check it out.
 
They do not appreciate, as a competent manager would, when faculty and staff try to make things better; rather, they take it as a personal affront (because they are not professionals), and feel they have to punish us to make us stop trying to change the way they mis-manage almost everything.
 
It doesn’t matter if you try to help quietly, without fanfare, without publicity, tactfully and diplomatically, as I did.  They only want us to stop “complaining”, their chosen word for appraisals of people who try very hard to help make things better and function more efficiently and smoothly.  The changes and fixes needed are substantive and significant, because the problems created by their joint mismanagement of the Tucson campus lead to enormous negative consequences, and ultimately, to the low quality of education delivered by the College.
 
Leigh Anne’s act of “resigning” me was one of pure retaliation, and simple meanness, for not doing what she insisted that I do, and that was to talk to her “right now”.  She actually stomped her foot and demanded I talk to her “now!”, like any child of five.  It wasn’t about anything substantive, or College-related, or even my work as a teacher or administrator.  It did not matter to Leigh Anne that her tantrum-induced decision, like some out-of-control maniac, affected my health coverage, and my retirement account, nor did it matter to her that my income would be affected.  It did not matter to her that the students would be so negatively affected, as they have been.  It only mattered to her to get her way, at that moment, in complete disregard for the good of the College, and of course, how that behavior would affect the students. Once again, personal animosity, based essentially and ultimately on the fear of having her own shortcomings revealed, caused yet another magnificently counterproductive and simply stupid management decision to be made by the two of them.  Then, of course, the cover-up began, always a sign of bad faith dealings.
 
There is more to be said, but it will be saved for a potentially different forum.  I apologize to all who tried to contact me since Fateful Thursday, students and faculty both, but I was doing my best to accede to the wishes of the college to not speak to anyone about the situation. But a few days ago I learned some new things.  So, from today, feel free to be in touch, either at this email address (oh, the conspiracy theorists are going to have a field day with this email address) or at my office number.
 
To those of you who work at the Tucson campus, who stay and try to behave professionally and give the students what they deserve, in spite of the demeaning, threatening and horribly depressing work environment we have had to suffer through at the hands of the management of the campus, I offer my thanks and appreciation for your dedication and professionalism towards the students.  I cherish and will remember with great joy, our time together.
 
To the students, who I am so passionate about, and work so hard for because you work so hard to be better, and whom I respect because you are willing to speak out for what you deserve, I say, as always, keep fighting for what you believe in.  In spite of it all, no matter what happens next, be smarter than the ones who want to put you down, always.  Maintain your dignity, and demand your rights.
 
And if you want to pass this around to the other students… you have my permission.  What is most interesting about “hidden” truth, is that when exposed by a bright light, and with more people knowing the whole truth, bad conditions may actually change.
 
Management in Phoenix… this is your cue." 
 
 
 
This is the first time we have been given any truthful explanation about why such an influential and brilliant teacher no longer teaches us. The fact that we were outright LIED to angers me beyond words and now that he is no longer with the school we pay so much money to be at, our professional futures are in jeopardy...

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Priestess of Rathma

It had only been a few nights in the damp, dense jungle since Nevera had left the only home she had ever known; it was the one place in the world where people understood her special kind of magic and she couldn’t help but contemplate going back. As she sat on the moist ground thinking of the night that made her want to leave so badly; the night that she watched her mother die, she could do nothing to stop the tears. Nevera was only twelve when her father killed her mother, stabbing her in the heart with his sacred bone dagger after the herbs made her fall into a deep slumber. Her father’s words constantly repeated in her mind, it is only a part of the Great Cycle of Being, everyone must die some time. Remember this always. As these words swarmed her mind and enveloped her thoughts, Nevera fell asleep where she sat. Her dreams, were only remembering that horrible night when she learned of what her father really was. When Nevera startled awake as she typically did, she said something, probably more to convince herself it was right then to actually say it.
“I cannot go back. It is supposed to be above those who serve Rathma to be tempted to do evil things. His secret will no longer be mine to carry and out here is the only place I do not feel like I need to talk about it. This is the new life I have chosen!” she said staring down at a crumpled half leaf sticking out of the muddy ground. Nevera rose to her feet and attempted to dust herself off, which didn’t help much but made her feel a bit better. She then tied back her bright white hair, checked her bone dagger was secure in its sheath and chose a direction to walk, as long as it wasn’t east back to the vast city under the jungle she did not much care which direction it was. She lifted the hood of her dark brown cloak so it would veil her face in darkness and strode into the wilderness not caring to keep her leather boot covered footfalls silent.
After four days of traversing the jungle Nevera came to a clearing that was obviously manmade. She noticed immediately a tent had been raised in the middle, a fire still smoldering nearby. Her instincts told her something was wrong with this place and her curiosity forced her to get a closer look and find out why. When the young Priestess of Rathma got within twenty feet of the camp her nostrils flared as she recognized the scent of death. Guided purely by her curiosity she scanned to camp for the cause of the smell. When Nevera could not find what was causing it, she decided to skirt the camp hiding as well as she could in the trees and bushes of the jungle. There was a roaring sound not too far in the distance and Nevera realized that the death she could not only smell, but sense, was coming from a battle of sorts. Trying to be quiet she snuck toward the sound of the fighting.
When Nevera got close enough to see what had caused the roaring sound what she saw astonished her. Standing in the midst of roughly a score of very small humanoid creatures wielding blowguns, spears and large knives was a monster of a man. He wore an assortment of leather armor, including a thick leather chest piece, boots and gauntlets. The enormous man wore nothing to protect his legs, only a loincloth could be seen but it appeared not to matter. He had blue painting across his large head and down his muscular right arm. The monster wielded two very large bastard swords, one in each hand and had no obvious issues controlling them. With another sudden shout, he seemed to gain strength and sent himself spinning about the creatures around him, thick arms holding his swords out to either side. When the spinning ceased, the man had slain around a dozen of the creatures then proceeded to hack at the rest, in what seemed to Nevera, to be a screaming frenzy.
As Nevera watched the seemingly helpless creatures come to their end she found herself thinking that this was not how to keep balance in the world. She felt as though this man was disturbing the Great Cycle of Being. Her lessons about the balance between good and evil flooded back to her.  She needed to do something about this. Being the level headed and cautious person Nevera was, she decided watch this man for a while. She silently followed him and watched in shock as he slaughtered group after group of these little creatures. When Nevera finally felt she had seen enough she began to formulate a plan in her mind about how to stop this genocide. She became so engrossed in her planning she didn’t realize how far out of the safety of the shadows she had wandered until she stepped on a brittle stick and a cracking noise echoed in the quiet of a recently finished battle.
Panicking Nevera felt sure she had just given away herself and her fight would be sooner than she was ready for. The young priestess almost screamed when she was suddenly pulled backward but a quick hand covered her mouth and she heard quits but powerful words fill her ear.
“Be quiet girl, unless you wish for your journey to end as abruptly as it started.” the female voice said, cold but comforting at the same time. Nevera found herself pulled into a fairly large bush and when she finally regained her ability to hold her voice, tapped the hand upon her mouth. Not even turning to see who had just saved her the trouble of a battle she was not ready for, Nevera simply focused on the man she was now hiding from. After a very long few minutes of searching, the man laughed heartily shouted into the jungle.
“That’s right!” he shouted. “Run away you little devils. I will see you again soon, you can count on that. I promise not to rest until I have freed this jungle of your kind.” The man held his swords with the tips straight up into the air with no more trouble than a child would hold sticks and wandered off. Nevera took note that he was headed in the general direction of the camp she found earlier.
“What are you doing out here child?” asked the cold but calm voice. “Do you not know any better than to wander the wilderness, following barbarians?” it continued. “This world was dangerous enough with the Prime Evils ravishing the lands but now that they are dead, men show their true face. What an ugly face it is too.” Nevera slowly turned to face her admonisher. The woman who saved her life looked even more deadly than she sounded. Her black hair was tied back showing a face that though scared as it was, lost no beauty. She wore armor of green chainmail that clung to her body and showed her womanly figure. She wore no gauntlets and her boots seemed to be of the same leather as Nevera’s, except these were green also. As Nevera stared into the piercing blue eyes of the woman crouched in the bush with her, words formed in her mind but she could not allow them to fall from her lips.
“Speak child, I will not harm you.” The woman said obviously noticing Nevera was duly afraid of her. Nevera cleared her throat and croaked more than spoke.
“My, my name is Nevera Morena. I am a priestess of Rathma. My business out here is none of yours.” She managed to say with more conviction than she knew she possessed. “As for that, what was it you called him? A barbarian?”
“Do not be so bold with me child!” exclaimed the woman rising and exiting their hiding spot. “I could have left you to that brute and I promise you that is not something you would wish upon your worst enemy.” She continued, “As for your business, if it involves killing him my only concern is that you will damage the ear I have been hired to forcibly part from his body. If you wish to get yourself killed, please hurry. Maybe the distraction will be just the edged I need to complete my quest.” When the woman finished the held her hand and stared down to the still crouching Nevera.
“I am sorry” said Nevera quietly grabbing the extended hand and pulling herself up and out of the bushes to stand in front of this woman. Not knowing what scared her more, the hulking man who wielded two very large swords like toys, or this woman no taller than Nevera, was very unsettling to her. “Do you plan on killing that man?” she asked feeling some of her earlier conviction returning to her.
“Yes I do child.” was the simple and terse reply.
“Can I come with you?” she asked feeling like a child asking a parent if she could tag along on a small trip.