Life at my desk is A.P.-musing

These last couple weeks have been a whirlwind. And as I close the chapter at one school and head to another, the country western song " The House that Built Me " by Miranda Lambert keeps running through my mind. Today I thought: "well Bethie, write a little post using the lyrics"...so I pulled up the lyrics and they are SOO SAD! And this transition isn't something to cry about. It's something to celebrate because a door has opened for me to now use the skills that I have acquired over the last couple of years. This evening, I've been trying to think of something else to use, but all I got is the single line of the chorus "Won't take nothing but a memory...from the house that built me". But it's not just memories, it's soo much more. There is a children's book called " This is the House that Jack Built ". It totally describes my journey better than that sad sad song. So: This is the face of this A.P. These ar...

It makes sense though right? I mean as an assistant principal, the one hat I wear the most is disciplinarian. I can't even count the number of consequences I've handed down for different things this year. When I introduce myself on the phone to a parent, the first thing they say is "what did they do??". When a student comes walking into my office, "am I in trouble?" Obviously my office is the black hole of evil.  The pit into the great unknown of consequence. As a disciplinarian, I can come off as a dragon I'm sure. Firm, fiery and adult-like. Laying down the policies and procedures. I draw the lines between what is allowed and what is not. At the end of the day, however, I shut off the light of my beige fiery dungeon. I hope that I did my best and I move on. I sometimes take my daily decisions home with me. Did I give the right consequences, should I have been more severe or gracious? Then, I wake up and return to the cave of fear and terror and ...