Every morning I put on a tie, brew a pot of coffee, and do my best to say “good morning” to almost a thousand twelve to fourteen year olds. I try to help these tweens and teens navigate the emotional maelstrom that is middle school; help teachers execute a plan to inspire these same kids to balance equations, develop thoughtful topic sentences, and learn the intricacies of the Incan empire; and help parents understand that even as their youngsters are acting differently, stretching their independence, and stumbling around like baby giraffes, all will eventually be well. It’s a job of surprises, unexpected chaos, bruised emotions, and disappearing time. And I love it.
I love it because I feel that on the days I’m at my best, I make a difference.
I love it because I get to work with like minded professionals who are as dedicated to helping students learn as I am. Their energy, insight, and passion for teaching and learning inspire me.
I love it because I’m part of a school family that cares, about our school, about our mission to educate youth, and about each other.
My mission statement, which has remained consistent for a long time reads: “I believe that I can make a difference. By working hard, treating others with respect, and acknowledging that all can learn and improve, I believe that I can help create a place where students, teachers, parents, and others in the school community can succeed, and this success is no less than a better life.”
Why do I do what I do? Because I believe it matters.