I never imagined growing up that I would be where I am today. As I waited for the sun and the bus to signify the start of a new day, I often dreamed about getting away from the farm. Some mornings the smell of the pigs would drift towards the bus stop and my passion to get off the farm intensified. During those morning moments I imagined myself as a doctor or pharmacist, never a teacher. I even remember telling God, yes I tried something that stupid, I would never teach. Now I am in my third phase of my career as an educator. I have been a classroom teacher, next a tech coach, and now a principal. As a principal I have many responsibilities that I never thought would be carried out like they have been. Advocating for my students is one that I expected, but never dreamed it would involve me blogging, tweeting and emailing about politics. Last year, I spent a few days watching the debates on the floor of the state legislature. As I watched, my col...
Being an educator is not for the faint of heart. People are always telling you that it can't be done. As teachers you rise to the challenge, not out of defiance or rebellion, but because you have a source of strength that allows you to do what needs to be done. This blog will focus on honing your craft, developing strength as a teacher. That way when others tell you it can't be done, you boldly respond, "Wait...Hold my chalk!"