Our students have a hard time rejecting what they see with their own eyes, even if it's on a computer. "But I saw it! I really did!" And even though they know much more about technology than we do, they take a heck of a lot at face value. The kiddos who have already grasped the power of critical thinking are the ones to watch for signs of greatness. The others? Well, we guess they'll turn out a lot like the parentals.
We had a convo this a.m. with a senior about the Peter Principle. Isn't that the one that mandates that mediocrity rise? We don't know--we haven't seen too many folks in high places (as opposed to those in Garth Brooks's "Low Places") who think independently. Take Principal Man, for example. He has to please soooooo many people! The parents, for one thing. The students. The teachers. His higher-ups--all those weird middle-management types (what do they do all day, anyway?). The superintendent, and all his little minions, of course. How can you be really effective when you're serving so many "clients"? Yes, that's the new term in education. We call the kids, et al, "clients." The more we understand, the more we don't understand anymore.
For those of you who know us, a couple of clarifications/requests. First of all, Principal Man is brand spanking new this year to Our Humble High School. He replaced the much-beloved, fantabulous Dr. D., who was with us for 11 years. A shout-out to the Good Doctor--We miss you, absolutely! Dr. D. would never have handled recent events in such an awkward, selfish way. He's the one who had to suffer through nine (count 'em) tragedies in one school year--one of our alums was the 1,000th soldier to die in Iraq; we had three traffic fatalities; two murders of alums at parties near the school (and we're located in a good neighborhood!), and we can't remember the other three (shell-shocked, we're sure). And, Dr. D. was one of those who helped bury our beloved Leslie, who lost her life at Virginia Tech last year. May God bless the Good Doctor.
And now for the request: A lot of former students and current friends have been leaving comments. Please try to avoid any direct references to where we work, live, etc. We are deathly afraid that Principal Man and others who do not have Our Best Interests in mind will discover this subterfuge and screw us out of our retirement. Thanks! You're the best!
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