Saturday, March 28th, 2020
First, the last two days got away from me. We have been doing quite a bit behind the scenes with staff to create a channel for communication with our students and their families as well as meeting virtually with the senior team and our school staff. All good stuff, but writing got pushed to the side.
We have watched a bunch of family movies. We are moving back in time, it seems watching classic John Cusack movies. We are going to move into the Breakfast Club and the Molly Ringwald opus next. We got some eye…
Wednesday, March 25th, 2020
If you read yesterday, you will know that I have been listening to the Hamilton soundtrack non-stop. It is still playing right now. There seems to be a bit of a disagreement in our house about who gets to play George Washington. I am staying out of it — I have been assigned Jefferson and I want to make sure I don’t mess that up! Emma has already plotted out our next few tasks — I will be busy!
Eric has begun construction of the mighty ball machine. He thinks he will be able to easily…
Tuesday, March 24th, 2020
Good afternoon everyone. I am writing this journal as a daily way to stay connected to my staff and to my friends on Medium. Heaven knows this seems to get more difficult each day during the new social realities. I believe that it is critical, now more than ever, that we take the time to reach out to those around us and to find ways to make each other smile, and to stay connected. Wherever you are, and whatever you are doing, I hope that you are safe and with the one’s you love.
One of the interesting things I get to do, for me at least, is to find ways to build culture and influence learning and behaviour through indirect means. It is an important element to the work of a school administrator because it is difficult (and quite honestly, for most of us impossible) to have direct contact with every student and member of staff everyday, or to personally supervise, manage, or implement plans.
I began this year with a promise to write as much as I possibly could. Ostensibly to write a short post each day, or to write a few times a week at the very least. I haven’t written anything for a little more than a month. There is a story there – actually several - but those narratives are not mine to tell, and I want to respect the privacy and the feelings of those families and individuals.
Suffice it to say that there has been tragedy and tumult and transition in equal measure. In spite of this, I witness…
This will be a semi-regular posting. Just a chance to recognize some of the thoughtful and beautiful work being done by my students. I will post poems, short stories, descriptive pieces and other writing.
Today, I am delighted to share some of the work of MA, a talented student in my junior division.
Life Will Fade Away
Life will come and go
When you came into this world
You promised to live
When you fade away
Your life will still be in hearts
In your family
Rain is like soft tears
Dripping down your soft, sad face
Wednesday was about meetings and tweaking schedules and ironing out things. I didn’t get a chance to get out on the yard or into classes, so not my ideal day, but there are many small tasks required to make a school run smoothly and you ignore or put them off at your peril.
I did have an interesting conversation about sports though, that has me wondering a few things.
At our elementary schools, we start the year with soccer and cross-country and then move into volleyball and basketball and then finish the year with track and field (and in some…
Today was the first day of school. It is always something that makes me feel young again. Whether it is watching the students smile and chatter excitedly with their peers, or seeing parents bring a Year 1 Kinder to class (tears in their eyes), or taking in the anticipation with which staff look forward to meeting their learners, or the pride with which the support staff welcome families to the shining halls — it is always a joyful day.
Every school does things a little bit different on the first day — every community has routines and expectations, and today…
On the eve of the start of the school year, I find myself coming back to a conversation I had last week with a new teacher about classroom expectations and rules. This teacher is new to the school and filling a role that is held by a very experienced teacher who is very well known by the community.
Being a good professional, the new teacher had reached out to the experience teacher they were filling in for in order to understand how they ran their class, how they liked things set up, what the expectations of parents and students might…
When we move on from a job, or relationship, or home, or other context or into something new, we tend to look forward, and with good reason. The future, and even the present in many respects, is full of potential, while the past is fixed and immutable. In the now and in our tomorrows, anything is possible.
But we cannot simply ignore what has gone before. It has shaped us, and it often determines what next steps are possible. We carry the past with us.
We also, I think, need to make sure that what we leave behind is ready…
Dad, Husband, Learner, Catholic Principal. I never stop wondering, questioning, and imagining.