Reflections

They really have no reason to believe me. I've been told that I am the sixth principal in a long line of people to hold the position over the last ten years. I'm following a very respected interim principal as well. They were fortunate to have the consistency he brought to the building for two solid years. And now they have to start over... with me . Some might see that as asking a lot of them. What about me, my role or even my experience will make me worthy of their support? How will we come together as a group and do what's best for our students? Hopefully, one step at a time. Hopefully, one celebration at a time. Hopefully, one recovery from setback or failure at a time. Step by step and piece by piece. You could say that I am asking them to form this new relationship (with me) much in the same way they will be forming new working relationships with students. Our students will start all over with them too this year. "My" teachers will have to earn...

He is not going to be happy with me. He'll think I've gone overboard in trying to put thoughts to "paper" about how I feel about all of this. Just a few short days ago, a mentor to hundreds taught his last SDL admin course. Dr. Brooks taught his last course? That doesn't even seem permissible or plausible. Mention his name to a group of educators in our region and you'll always find  at least  one person who has such fondness and memories of learning from him. That's a legacy -- a legacy that walks in the minds, hearts and steps of so many administrators trying to do their very best in the roles they once only imagined having the privilege of serving in. And when any of us have found ourselves on the losing side of a metaphorical boxing match, he's the first call most of us make. He tells us to suit back up and get back in there. He reminds us to be lions. He steadies our vision and gets it back on track to what's most important -- our st...

I was at a wonderful event last night celebrating students. One student was chosen to give an address to the crowd. In her speech, she talked about being okay with failure. She saw failure as giving her classmates more ways to learn and to improve. We've heard and even said similar sayings before. "There is no such thing as failure, only learning experiences." "FAIL - First Attempt In Learning" "Fall seven times, stand up eight." I sat there wondering when I stopped remembering that. Things aren't supposed to always go as planned or as perfectly as we hoped. We won't always hit the mark no matter how hard we try. Sometimes it's beyond our control. That's one of the things we'd do well to remind ourselves of more often.  Much more often... You're Only Human - Billy Joel "You're allowed to make your share of mistakes You better believe there will be times in your life When you...

She'd convinced herself that I was the enemy. Seemed so logical to her that the anger she was feeling was because of my actions and not her inaction. I didn’t predict the path that pain would take her during the months ahead. I'd heard over and over, that hurt people hurt people but somehow my heart didn't make that connection with my brain soon enough. I regret not realizing that. I gathered the whispers of what was being said and struggled with understanding where it all went wrong. Of course, today, I can see explicitly how the message got tangled. Who weaved it. I couldn’t see it then but I see it now.  I can see where I made my own mistakes as well. That’s the unforgiving burn of hindsight. The conflict likely began in a conversation about “those kids”. The ones that can turn a building inside out. For most of my career, I’ve tried to advocate for equity when it comes to special needs students. Yet, experience has taught me that the need extend...

From late January until the end of March, working in a school always seem so much more emotional. Teachers are giving 110% to support kids yet students begin to show their need for help in some of the most unloving ways. I've been working in a school in one capacity or another for almost 25 years (what?!!) and I've seen it happen every single year . As I've learned more about trauma informed practices, I've realized the field still has such a long way to go in remembering (and accommodating for) compassion fatigue . from  http://www.nationalcompass.net/2018/11/11/is-america-suffering-from-compassion-fatigue/ It's not enough to just say, "Well, it's March...that's what always happens in March." Our teams of educators need reminders to take care of themselves so that they can take care of others. The basics of that include eating well, exercise, sleep (my favorite self-care choice!), and trying to maintain balance.  Still, I th...

The first meeting was a 62 mile drive from work. I rearranged my schedule to be there on time, leaving a cushion of minutes in case I hit heavy traffic. I wasn't familiar with the meeting location and had never met the other individual before. I arrived and waited just a short time for the meeting to begin. I spent some time in an empty conference room prior to the official start. That's always nerve wracking, sitting alone in a new place and anticipating the appointment. Soon enough, introductions were made, questions asked, and 18 minutes later, the meeting adjourned. 18 minutes. I thought about that on the car ride home. I had now hit the traffic jam I had anticipated on the way down. What about this conversation only had it last that long? I could tell, in the meeting, I wasn't making a connection no matter how hard I tried. It felt flat on my part and maybe even hers as well. I wondered what she was thinking as I was driving away. Perhaps, relieved THAT meeting was...

Many of my posts are about students and their struggles. I sometimes use this forum to process extraordinary efforts made by the talented people I have the privilege of working with. Sometimes, I use this medium to process mistakes I've made so that I can become better, recognizing I am deeply aware of the flaws I bring to the work I try to do each day. But, this morning, I am not thinking about our students. Instead, I am thinking about some of the adults I work with, my colleagues. I have different kinds of relationships with each of them so I suspect a few would even be surprised they are on my mind this morning. Yet, they are. I'm thinking about the colleagues supporting their grown parents through Alzheimer's. I'm thinking about the secondary teacher who battles her own physical illness each day only to spend most late afternoons and early evenings on her couch. Teaching is her passion but it's taking most of her energy. I'm thinking about the ne...