...just like the old world?
It's a new school year! For some of my students, this means an entirely new school. For others, it means their last year (hopefully) in high school. Even for those without any changes recent or forthcoming, it means a new schedule, new teachers, and a new set of subjects.
For the past few years, I've been on the other end of that. For me, the 'new' doesn't come from subject, or from schedule, or classroom, but from students and administrators. Oddly enough, the sheer volume of students, combined with the fact that I run clubs, means that the students aren't the big change.
This year we've got an entirely new administrative staff. Over the course of six years, I've seen that happen three times now. For those of you in the wonderland of Corporate America; I know exactly what you mean by Bungee Boss.
On the other hand, with each new administrator comes a chance to reinvent the school, to make it a better place. New rules, new rewards, and new methods all combine to make each year a new place. Overall, I suppose it's just as new for us as it is for the kids just arriving from Junior High.
Sorry about the short update, but one thing that never changes; a new school year means making up new folders, grade books, and all the other paraphernalia associated with a new crop of students. Exhaustion, thy name is September.
So... see you next month!
Sunday, September 21, 2014
A whole new world...
I'm a storyteller, a father, a husband, and a master of many trades. Of dubious quality in all of the above. The photo is not of me; it's art I bought at a convention, I subsequently commisioned the remaining pair of the trio. Lest it be misunderstood, the byline is from a long time friend who made the following comment: "Once in a while you've got to get into Bob's Head. After which you must get back out as fast as humanly possible." He stands by that assessment to this day. Then again, in answer to the question "which is more dangerous, an assault rifle or a hamster?", he answered "Depends, does Bob have the hamster?". Much later in life, a friend from college was doing impromptu Tarot readings, and before each one was choosing what card most accurately represented each person in the room. On being asked what card repped me, he replied "the six of spades". On seeing the inhabitants of the room go into thought trying to figure out what card that might equate to in the Tarot he said "No, don't convert it. In the great Tarot game of life, Bob is playing poker." I don't know WHY people say these things. They just do.