Tuesday, November 1, 2011

No Bones About It




No Bones About It


As the calendar flutters from October to November, a notable landmark will etch itself on the face of my career.


Today at 2:30 p.m. or thereabouts, I'll learn the name of the fourth principal of my storied high school teaching tenure.


Those of you who are familiar with this space know that I came to teaching in mid-career. I was a professional journalist before I was a high school journalism teacher. I've spent my entire teaching career ~ going on 18 years ~ at the same scholarly edifice in the DC 'Burbs.


The last four years can be characterized as disquieting, at best.


I started my blogging career when Principal Man was in his first year at my school. I've chronicled some of his steps ~ and missteps ~ on this blog.




Principal Man is what we call a "climber." He has spent the last four years stepping on me and my colleagues in order to collar a job in what is known as "Central Administration" ~ the school district bureaucracy where inept administrators and good ideas go to die.


I really want to believe that Principal Man was pushed to make his latest career move. Yes, he's ending up with a cubicle far away from the students, teachers and parents he is loathe to deal with daily~ but we hear that he's taking a substantial pay cut to do so.


We're hoping that the powers-that-be select someone who is committed to our school; to our students, to our teachers, to our mission. Someone who doesn't want to impose silly dictates just to make it appear to the masses that someone is, perhaps, in charge.


The common joke at our school is that Principal Man did not rule from a position of power, but rather from beneath his desk.

He rarely showed his face at our school. As I Tweeted the other day, Principal Man greeted one of my seniors in the hall the other day. He looked distinctly uncomfortable when it appeared that he would be forced to say "Hello." After an awkward exchange, the young man turned toward Room 215 and Principal Man slithered on down the hall.

"Who was that?" the young man asked me. Mind you, he's been at my school for four years, all of them under Principal Man's reign.


Who knows? I'm sure I don't.



4 comments:

Tracy P. said...

Love the earring! I hope you get a gifted leader Melissa. I taught for something like 11 principals in 15 years. I forget the exact count, but I was stunned by the absence of true leadership. Stunned. I am so thankful for the principals in my kids' schools, who are very visible and more than competent. So thankful. May this next chapter be a breath of fresh air for you.

Lynn said...

Central Admin Where inept principals and ideas go to die! EXACTLY!!!
SO glad I am retired!

Toriz said...

I hope they choose someone nicer and more involved!

Tara R. said...

Fingers crossed you will get a new Principal Man who is a principled man. See what I did there? (Of course a principled woman would be great too.)

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