It’s the last week of school and I’m elbow deep in the process of finishing next year’s master schedule. We have the thousands of course requests, the teacher preference sheets, and the task of coming up with a plan that is balanced and fair, getting as many of the students the classes they’d like most. It’s not unlike making a movie; many hands are needed (department chairs, counselors, administrators) and as with a movie, the director does best when listening to the many various opinions while keeping a firm vision and commitment to high quality.
Last night, as I was pouring over the latest draft of the schedule looking at room use, it hit me. I’d spent the better part of an hour reading names.
Over and over again I wrote room numbers between teachers’ names and the courses we’re offering, and I thought: these people make our school what it is.
That we have dynamic electives, real world connections in core classes, and hordes of motivated students is a direct result of the passionate and professional adults who give so much to our school.
Del Rio, Shannon
Reading their names, one after another after another…
…reminded me that no matter what initiatives or programs, no matter what directives or vision, it is the teachers, those weaving magic in classrooms, student by student…
…who make the biggest difference in the lives of our kids and the health of our campus culture.
There on paper…
…in phalanxes of boxes with course ID numbers, arranged alphabetically or by department…
…were the most powerful agents for good I could ever imagine.
People ask me sometimes what makes our school so special, and it’s not wrong to mention the curious and creative students, supportive parents, and strong tradition of eighty years of San Dieguito, but as I read these names…
Van Gorder, David
…I was struck by the truth that no single force does more to inspire, create, and celebrate the spirit of our school than our teachers.
When any of us feel that warmth of belonging or that pride in being part of our school community, when we look up and shake our heads in amazement at the exquisite funkiness of our school, when we’re overcome by appreciation and want to shout those feelings from the rooftops, I’d simply suggest: thank a teacher.