Whatever side of the education fence you occupy, you should read Mara Altman’s “
Class Dismissed” in
The Village Voice. It’s the best kind of education reporting, of a real – and sadly, rare – investigative type.
Altman went inside the “rubber rooms” of the New York City public school system, where school employees who are accused of wrongdoing are sent to await administrative hearings. And while there are 662 teachers ensconced in 13 of these facilities, the district is unwilling or unable (union rules?) to find anything for them to do. So, as Altman describes it, they are “sent off to a Kafkaesque holding pen, where taxpayers continue to pay their salaries for months as they wait for the glacial pace of what passes for justice, meted out by a sluggish school district and intransigent union.”
How do they pass the time while there? “To keep occupied,” Altman writes, “teachers read, play games like Scrabble or chess, or work on their screenplays. Art teachers work on paintings. Masters degrees get completed. Last year at the Seventh Avenue rubber room, a group of teachers taught each other to knit. Exercise is a popular activity.” Some engage in, uh, trysts.
After you read the full report, you’ll agree that no screenwriter could invent such a situation. And that leads us to the obvious solution for the rubber room problem. Since the debut of Survivor in 2000, we have had reality shows in which singers, dancers, musicians, ice skaters, fashion designers, chefs, interior decorators, and heaven knows who else have competed with each other for a big prize. At the end of each episode, one gets voted off.
You’ve already got the enclosed space and the interpersonal conflicts. Why not turn the rubber rooms into a reality TV game show? Even the title is obvious: American Idle.