Daily Archives: August 22, 2013

District #Journalism Staff Development

MAN, did we have a day.

We have a new to journalism teacher in the district. He’s an amazing writer, but he’s never been on a staff of any sort before. He’s teaching 1 YB, 1 NP, 1 J1 and 4 12th grade English classes.

Whew. That’s a tough schedule.

THANK GOODNESS we have our yearbook rep to help along the way.

We started our day by making sure he knew how important a quality yearbook is to the culture of a school. How it’s the one thing that lasts forever. (See yesterday’s post.) I read him my blog and warned him that I’m a bit of an online narcissist. He laughed, but I think that’s because I scared him.

I told him not to worry. He doesn’t HAVE to carry Duck tape or batteries, and it’ll probably take a few years before the kids accidentally call him dad.

We set up his ladder (It took 4 times because he needed to cut his book by several signatures—GOD I HATE MATH!!!!) and made sure he understood fiscal responsibility with yearbook and why that’s important (MORE MATH!!!!!). I don’t think he hates math, though because he didn’t run screaming from the room.

Our second year adviser at the other high school helped us decide which pages of his school’s book should be cut.

The junior high adviser there (one of my former students), helped too.

I promised him this would be fun once he learned. He’s a writer. And a musician. Super creative. Super smart. Hel-lo. He’s made for advising. If we can get him through this first year.

And we will. Because we work together in this district.







Happy Birthday Dear Brother!

Dear brother dear,

Oh me, oh my.

Is this a birthday day I spy?

Why yes, why yes, why yes it is.

It’s time for the middle aged quiz.


Okay, just joking. No quiz. BUT there are some truths. One of which is OUCH MY KNEE hurts and how the heck did pulling a suitcase hurt my back?!? lol!!!

Don’t worry. As my friend said today, we’re holding at 35. HAPPY BIRTHDAY and I love you!

*Remember that time when we were little in Minnesota when you begged me to crawl under the bed and grab your Charlie Bear, and then you jumped on the bed and slammed my chin into the floor? That still hurts. j/k