oneworldlyguy
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Early August was always a unique time in a school. It was quiet, almost serene. The only people in the building are the administration, their support staff, custodians, and the few teachers anxious to get a jump on the new year; meaning the the over-achievers and the newbies. But those newbies were almost as needy as the kids. This year, Jim fit into two of those categories. Even though he had been teaching for 17 years, he was both new to the school, as well as his position as principal.
As he unlocked the back entrance to the building, he turned to head to the office. But, thinking better of it, he decided to walk through the school instead. He turned around and headed up and down hallways, peeking in empty rooms, looking at outdated signs for graduation and last-minute yearbook sales. As he walked the different halls, he filled with pride knowing that he was finally there. He had finally made it. As a teacher, he felt like he could only do so much- but as a principal he saw his opportunities as far greater. He would help teachers, kids, parents. He fantasized about how everyone would seek out his guidance and help "Mr. Johnson, what do you think about this lesson?" "Mr. Johnson, my math teacher doesn't like me." "Mr. Johnson, you are inspiring, I never thought of it that way."
"Mr. Johnson, your being silly." Jim thought to himself. Tearing down a couple signs and putting them in the over-full garbage cans. "I suppose you should focus on getting ready for the first weeks of school, rather than dreaming of glory." He laughed at himself. And with that he headed back to the main office.
After spending too much time over-thinking where to position his desk to make his office welcoming yet full of authority. Positioning his golf paperweight and his pictures of his kids, Jim turned on the computer. It took a quick call to IT to figure out were the files were that he needed, but he was eventually able to bring up his lists of teachers and assignments; their history and evaluations.
Jim had been formulating a plan since he had been offered the job. He was going to really focus on the new teachers. Train them himself and make sure that they were top-notch. Eventually, he believed, they would help turn this school around. So Jim sorted his staff list based on seniority. He glanced over the list, skipping past the dinosaurs and 'old-school' teachers, looking for the teachers that were fresh, full of energy and eager to learn.
Jim was disappointed to see that there were only three. A Mr. White, Mr. Halsen, and a Mrs. Cumstorm. Quickly he sent an email to each, introducing himself and asking that once they get to the building to please stop in and say hi. That he was very pleased to have them on board and looked forward to working with them. Proud of himself, Jim moved onto the more mundane aspects of running a school, with really meant examining the budget.
Early August was always a unique time in a school. It was quiet, almost serene. The only people in the building are the administration, their support staff, custodians, and the few teachers anxious to get a jump on the new year; meaning the the over-achievers and the newbies. But those newbies were almost as needy as the kids. This year, Jim fit into two of those categories. Even though he had been teaching for 17 years, he was both new to the school, as well as his position as principal.
As he unlocked the back entrance to the building, he turned to head to the office. But, thinking better of it, he decided to walk through the school instead. He turned around and headed up and down hallways, peeking in empty rooms, looking at outdated signs for graduation and last-minute yearbook sales. As he walked the different halls, he filled with pride knowing that he was finally there. He had finally made it. As a teacher, he felt like he could only do so much- but as a principal he saw his opportunities as far greater. He would help teachers, kids, parents. He fantasized about how everyone would seek out his guidance and help "Mr. Johnson, what do you think about this lesson?" "Mr. Johnson, my math teacher doesn't like me." "Mr. Johnson, you are inspiring, I never thought of it that way."
"Mr. Johnson, your being silly." Jim thought to himself. Tearing down a couple signs and putting them in the over-full garbage cans. "I suppose you should focus on getting ready for the first weeks of school, rather than dreaming of glory." He laughed at himself. And with that he headed back to the main office.
After spending too much time over-thinking where to position his desk to make his office welcoming yet full of authority. Positioning his golf paperweight and his pictures of his kids, Jim turned on the computer. It took a quick call to IT to figure out were the files were that he needed, but he was eventually able to bring up his lists of teachers and assignments; their history and evaluations.
Jim had been formulating a plan since he had been offered the job. He was going to really focus on the new teachers. Train them himself and make sure that they were top-notch. Eventually, he believed, they would help turn this school around. So Jim sorted his staff list based on seniority. He glanced over the list, skipping past the dinosaurs and 'old-school' teachers, looking for the teachers that were fresh, full of energy and eager to learn.
Jim was disappointed to see that there were only three. A Mr. White, Mr. Halsen, and a Mrs. Cumstorm. Quickly he sent an email to each, introducing himself and asking that once they get to the building to please stop in and say hi. That he was very pleased to have them on board and looked forward to working with them. Proud of himself, Jim moved onto the more mundane aspects of running a school, with really meant examining the budget.