Today was a three hour faculty meeting.  I couldn’t even tell you what all we heard about, although all of it was (no doubt) vital.  We heard about what tech platforms will be discontinued, which will be coming on, who’s new in the building, what the bell schedule will be for extended advisory, oh me oh my.  If we taught our classes the way they run faculty meetings.  .  .

But I know they’re doing their best with directives from above.  The point is that it’s all disorienting and confusing yet somehow we have to get ready to meet our kids.  Then add to that our A.L.I.C.E. training, which means we watched videos on our computers about how to climb out a window if an armed intruder tries to kill us and our kids.  No kidding.  A.L.I.C.E.  stands for Alert, Lock-down, Inform, Counter, and Evacuate.  Such is the first day back for teachers.

And that’s all important.  I’m not suggesting that any of it was wasted: it’s just hard.  They know it’s hard.  They wish we could talk about education.

As my principal did.  He ended with a plea: we’re here for the kids.  All of this was about how to make it better for kids.  Even A.L.I.C.E. is about kids.  No matter what we seem to be talking about, what we’re really talking about is kids.

That can be hard to remember, but it’s always true.  In the midst of all of it, don’t forget what we’re here for.  They’re all just somebody’s kid.

K feeds Zoe

(Note: when overwhelmed, it helps to cuddle a baby)