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."
"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."
