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.
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.
You can cover it with a spiritual veneer, you can call it “speaking truth over them,” you can call it a “parental blessing,” you can even call it “stirring them up to greatness.” But from where I sit, and after what I’ve seen, I’ll just call it probably harmful.
"They had a hole in the knee. In the middle of a quiz in her IB History class, a male administrator came to the classroom, told her she needed to consider the guys in her class and their hormones when choosing her wardrobe, yanked her out of class and threw her into In School Suspension."
"If I could take back that selfish, missed time over the years I would pack it all together and take us on a trip to the beach. I would hold her hand as we walked along the seashore. I would laugh deeply at her crass jokes, I would soak up her smile even as she shyly tried to cover her mouth with her hand like she tended to do. I would say, 'I love you, Momma,' cause I’ve decided you can’t say that enough."
"I was watching her sleep next to me and realized it didn’t look right. I unbuttoned her onesie and this is what I saw...Get your baby to the hospital."
"The other day at whole foods one of my kids started chanting, 'I love McDonalds.' as loud as He could while onlookers looked on mortified and stunned that this sweet child would be saying such things so close to the Kombucha."
"If you come across any woman who has lost a baby at ANY stage in pregnancy or following birth—please do the universe a massive favor, and steer clear of saying any of these 5 things."
