"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
"There may be two feet between you but it feels like two hundred. You’re coasting. Co-existing. A complimentary left and right hand just working together to get stuff done."
"I was once the person that would say 'that kid wouldn't act like that if they were disciplined'. But oh did God have a plan of teaching me a lesson I didn't know I needed to learn, and making me eat those words."
"This is my year to sleep when I can. To give myself grace, always. To embrace the mess. Some years aren’t meant to be record-breaking. Some years are meant to survive."
