Being a high school principal is not glamorous. Case in point: last week, there were way too many chicken nuggets on the student cafeteria floor. Note to ourselves: re-teach cafeteria cleanup.
Chicken nuggets included, I love my job and would choose no other. This week, as I watched a staff trainer work with a student, I realized my experience is unusual.
I hired the trainer to show my staff effective ways to coach students through challenges. I watched the trainer talk to a student named Samantha, who was struggling. The trainer was skillful in getting Samantha to engage in the conversation.
Then the trainer said, “Samantha, I know you’re not excited to come to school today. In fact, I don’t think any of us were excited to come to work. Even I had to make myself get up this morning. None of us really want to be at work.”
Wait a second, I thought. Really? Continue reading
Students making origami at lunchtime.
This year, my assistant principals and I committed to being the “first responders” for student behavior issues. In the past, as the principal, I personally did not respond to most behavior issues. Teachers would call an office extension and another staff member or one of my assistant principals would respond to the issue.
This year, we created a system where the teacher directly texts the three administrators (my assistant principals and me) on “What’s App.” One of us then goes immediately to the classroom to support the teacher.
In being the “first responders,” we have our pulse on what’s happening in the school. Continue reading
I live in the Bronx only a 15 minute walk from my school. One advantage of living close to school is that I have a beautiful, easy commute, and another advantage is that I sometimes see my students outside of school.
I saw one of my students the other day at the supermarket standing in one of the checkout lines. Usually, I’m happy to see a student, but I wondered if this student, Michael,* would be happy to see me. The last time I saw him, he had gotten extremely angry and physically shoved furniture in our school offices. This wasn’t his first nor his last outburst. Michael’s family had decided to send him to live with relatives in another school district to give him a restart. We all knew Michael was a brilliant young man with lots of potential, but it seemed hard for him to control his anger. Continue reading