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Glory Days

Beauty in the day: his teacher brought him in to the office. He’d been there before, more than once (more than twice) under less-than-optimal circumstances.
“Ms. Nordstrom, if you have a minute, My Friend has something to show you.” I did have a minute, and I could see the news was good. I took a minute to tease him a bit, telling him not to smile while he told me his news. Naturally, this was a terribly difficult command, but he did try. He was unsuccessful, both at not smiling, and at getting the news out, since it’s hard not to smile when you feel very happy, and it’s hard to get the news out when your teacher is so proud she beats you to it. “My Friend has had a very good day!” She started to show me his chart, all filled up with goodness, and Her Friend was turning every shade of happiness, as his teacher used descriptions like, “he CRUSHED his math!” Letting inspiration take hold (and having whooped and hollered and high-fived, and used other exclamations like, “NO WAY!!!), I got out my phone to take pictures of his proofs to send to the principal, who was out of the office for the day. “OmiGOSH! I can’t wait for him to see this stuff, dude!” I told him. “I’m going to text it to him right away!”
They left the office then, and I sent the pictures. I know my principal, and tomorrow Her Friend is going to get another shower of glory.
THIS is school. And I can tell you’re all jealous.

The Main Principal

Beauty in the day: my Aussie friend came to the office with a bit of a predicament. He needed to share his Smile Chart, but he was aware that Mr. Jones was not in.
“Well, Friend, you can come back at the end of the day and you can show your Smile Chart to Mr. Miller.”
Friend looked (optimistically) dubious. I tried again.
“Friend, you know that Mr. Miller can TOTALLY do this, because after all, he’s the big guy – you know, he’s the Main Principal.”
He looked at me thoughtfully, and said, “Well, yes, and Mr. Jones is the other Main Principal.” – Change is hard, well all know.
“Well yes, that’s true; we call it the Assistant Principal.”
“You mean the Vice.”
“Well, some places call it that, yes. We call it the Assistant.”
Tick….tick….tick. He emerged from his trance.
“I suppose if Mr. Miller is the Main Principal, he knows how to do many jobs.”
“Wow, you’re smart, Friend! That’s exactly right!”
He agreed to return, and did just that at the end of the day. I sent him to check in with Mr. Miller. He was gone for a few minutes and then retuned, stood directly in front of my desk, and leveled a long look at me – directly in the eyes. I leveled back, not daring to back down. After several beats, he deigned to blink, and then made the following pronouncement: “He said that he really liked my deep thoughts.” – – – I let him pick from the prize box.
While it may seem that his very endearing spar with me was my beauty for today, in fact it was not.
It was the Main Principal’s message to him. I think he will ponder that for the rest of the day. 🙂