Hope Remains

Have you ever lost your passion for an activity then rediscovered it? What a wonderful feeling. For me, it is my love of the outdoors and outdoor activities. With the young kids and my career, many times my desire to participate in outdoor endeavors such as skiing, cycling, or kayaking was always postponed ‘until another day’.  Soon, even my equipment became outdated or dare I say, old. Then came COVID. I was taken down by the virus and for weeks, I suffered thinking every difficult breath was my last. I pondered every detail of my life as I battled the sickness. When I knew I was turning the corner, and getting better, all I wanted to do was put COVID in the rear view mirror. When I was released from the hospital, I wanted to go on long walks with my family, but I could only muster a shuffle across the room. With every day, I worked to build back my strength yet my hope of participating in cardiovascular activities was limited.  I wanted to run, yet I could barely walk across the street without getting winded. Hope remained. Today, I still want to run, however, I have only built my cardio fitness to a point that I can vigorously walk.  The more I try to press it, the scar tissue in my lungs that was a gift of COVID gives me a vehement ‘NO’.  It doesn’t change my desire to involve myself in outdoor activities, which was a promise I made to myself in the ‘dark days’. I walk every morning and each day, jog a bit more. Hope is not my only strategy. Every weekend, I find something to do with my family that is outdoors, pending the weather, and this is the perfect time of year. As I build my cardiovascular strength, I build back the equipment that is needed to participate. I want to run, and someday I will, but until then, I will walk. With every step, COVID is under my shoe, and I am stomping on it. COVID took so much from all of us, but I will not let it take anymore from me. I am done. Have a wonderful weekend. Go BEARS!…RiseUP! (cue "Never Surrender” — Corey Hart). 

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Lost Notes

Usually on my way to work, I dictate notes to myself and this morning was no different. The reason I dictate is that commuting is just a waste of time.  I try my best to remain productive during that time in the car. Unfortunately, this morning, my dictated notes were lost in cyberworld.  When I arrived at the office, the file was sent but never received in my email. I’m sure all of us have had a similar situation and I’m certain I will find a way to recover the information sometime in the future when I no longer need it.  The reason I bring it up is because this morning I had a few good notes that I wanted to draw upon to write this opening. You see, my mornings begin at 4:30am when I give thanks that I have been granted another day to get it right. I stumble to grab a cup of coffee then sit in a quiet room to reflect and be mindful of my day, my obligations, and my life. This morning, I reflected on my writing and how much I enjoy the practice.  I find it cathartic to write from the heart.  It is no secret that I have done a bit of writing, but that has not always been the case.  I was not the best student in my high school years and I have written about my Senior English teacher Mr. Rose. I am certain that Mr. Rose hated my arrival to his class just as much as I hate going, yet I can recall quite a bit. The class was British Literature and I would almost get hives walking into the building. I did everything but the work, and Mr. Rose knew it. He rode me everyday and grinded my gears about every little thing that I did in that class. Back then, I had a strong dislike for the man. Now, as you may know, I have a tribute to him in my office in the form of a statue of Sisyphus getting help. I think about Mr. Rose everytime I look at that sculpture and I know, he is upstairs wagging his finger at me saying, “I told you so”. He used to drive me crazy with that! I can still picture him in front of the class reading a passage from some book then closing his eyes to let the literature wash over him. In my immaturity, I could never figure it out. Now I get it.  Today, I have a love of reading and writing. I enjoy the art of words and the specific use of aphorisms and euphemism to flavor the work. Mr. Rose is getting the last laugh, and I can hear it. The very long point I am trying to make is that there are students in your classes that you are impacting. You may never know, just as Mr. Rose impacted me, but your impact is registering. Mr. Rose never gave up on me, even though I sometimes gave up on my own abilities. In spite of my horrible petulant classroom behavior, Mr. Rose persevered. As an author, I may own the title of best seller, but Mr. Rose should get the credit. All I can do is look up and apologize for my young self with a thank you in my heart. Every student should be lucky enough to have a Mr. Rose. Have a wonderful weekend. Go BEARS!…RiseUP! (cue "In My Dreams” — REO Speedwagon). 

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Roll with It

This morning I was walking while listening to my Pandora channel on 80’s rock music when an REO Speedwagon song was played. I am a big fan of their music and I have seen them a few times in concert.  Every time I love the music even more. This morning the song ‘Roll With the Changes’ came on and the lyrics hit me. It was off their debut album “You Can Tune a Piano, but You Can’t Tuna Fish” which was loaded with hits. Anyways, back to the song. I’ve heard the song hundreds of times and it is one of my favorites to play on the guitar. This morning, it just hit me differently. I guess one could say I had a musical eureka moment. In the song, lead singer Kevin Cronin sings, “So if you're tired of the same old story, turn some pages”. That lyric seemed to resonate with me.  It is the creative way of saying ‘get on with it’ or for some ‘climb out of the rut’. Just stop complaining and turn some pages. I love the personal drive that is implied.  We don’t need anyone else to help, we just need to do it. Vincent Van Gogh once said that if you hear a voice that says you cannot paint, then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced. Van Gogh spoke those words at some point during the late 1800’s and I’m certain Kevin Cronin channeled them in some way. If that voice inside is telling something you don’t want to hear then do something about it. As the song says, turn some pages and roll with the changes. Take things in stride and simply don’t let it affect your path or goal. I know for one, I will be turning some pages this weekend, but it will be in a good book. Have a wonderful weekend. Go BEARS!…RiseUP! (cue "Roll With the Changes” — REO Speedwagon). 

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Let It Go

On Wednesday afternoon during a meeting I was notified that my 85 year old mother had a stroke and was being transported to Emmanuel Hospital in Turlock. I bring this up not to reach for an outpouring of support but to send a message that was delivered by the doctor to my mother. Thankfully she will recover completely as they said it was a ‘minor’ stroke.  Not sure I concur with the diagnosis.  Anytime the blood supply to part of the brain is interrupted or reduced, preventing brain tissue from getting oxygen, it is a major thing.  I am relieved she will recover but back to the message that was delivered.  You see, my mother is a worry wart. She has been that way her whole life. She worries and stresses about things that are not under her control. Her doctor thankfully has been treating her for well over 30 years and knows this all too well. The message that was delivered by him to my mother is one we can all employ. Stop stressing about the things we cannot control and focus on the items that really matter. That is where we will have the most impact in our lives. We all know the advice and we all struggle with it. When you try not to think about something, you are thinking about it. The cycle continues. The real trick is to let it all go. If you can’t control it, let it go. As I try to do on a regular basis, keep my head down and do my best and let everything else take care of itself. And of course, take the time to relax. That will do a body good. Have a wonderful weekend. We have more rain on the way so stay dry. Happy St. Patrick’s Day…Go BEARS!…RiseUP! (cue "Where the Streets Have No Name" — U2). 

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Jingles

The other day I was in my office talking to a colleague and we happened upon the subject of Barry Manilow.  It could have been because one of his songs randomly played on my Pandora account or that I am a big fan, either way, the subject of old time jingles came out. The connection with Barry Manilow and old jingles you may not know, but as a fan, I know he wrote many of the hugely popular jingles from the 70’s and 80’s that are burned in the memory of many of us still today. Maybe it was just my yearning to want to talk about them, but I mentioned that Barry Manilow started out as a jingle writer and then proceeded to play a medley of his on YouTube titled, “A Very Strange Medley”. As we listened, I chucked at how he didn’t know any of them yet I knew all the words. This led into a discussion about how jingles are a ‘thing of the past’. Though we are inundated with commercials everywhere, I can’t remember too many jingles. I’m talking about the ones that used to anchor commercials like Kentucky Fried Chicken, McDonalds, or Coca-Cola. If they exist today, they certainly are not like the ones from decades past. Jingles used to be the big thing that we used to sing along with and when I was a kid, everyone knew them.  We would find ourselves walking to class humming or whistling the jingle. Now, jingles have given way to social media and the influencers. The attention span of most of us is not long enough to even get a jingle started, much less, complete a chorus. That itself is a narrative for our current state. Maybe, just maybe, we should all slow down a bit and have a ‘Coke and a smile’. As a society, I’m not going too far out on a limb to say I think it may just do us some good. Have a wonderful weekend and stay dry with all the rain. Go BEARS!…RiseUP! (cue A Very Strange Medley - Barry Manilow).

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My Why...

Recently I was asked why I wanted to enter the field of education. The reason I started my career was quite simple. My father was an 8th-grade Physical Education teacher.  He taught at the same junior high for 40 years and when he retired, they named the gym after him. He was the reason I entered the field. I grew up seeing his passion for teaching, sharing his love of sport, and observing his compassion for people. When I was in the 3rd grade, my teacher Mrs. Toler asked the class to perform a writing assignment.  We were to write an autobiography, of course, with the help of several prompts. As part of that assignment, I wrote that I wanted to be a teacher like my father. Mrs. Toler had told me later that I was the only one in the class that chose a teacher for my profession.  Most gave the really cool jobs like astronaut, fireman, doctor, scientist, rockstar, and even a lawyer. Teachers didn’t make the list of ‘cool jobs’ in the 70’s however, for me, the coolest guy I knew was my dad. He was not only a teacher, he was THE teacher, and I wanted to be just like him.  That was the case until I became a middle school PE teacher in my first year.  I quickly found out that my father was not just a great teacher, but a very, very, very, patient, almost saintly man. It took every bit of energy I could muster to do a good job. After only one year, I saw an opportunity for a high school science teacher/coach and elected to jump ship. Though I left a good job at that middle school in the rearview mirror, in high school, I found my stride professionally. I often think about that year in middle school and wonder how my father lasted 40 years. I know now that some of the skills that help make him so successful are similar to those needed to keep him and my mother married for over 60 years. A ton of patience, devotion, selective hearing, and true love for what you are doing. I strive every day to be better and maybe reach half the mountain he forged. One thing is for sure, my experience is one reason why I have so much respect for all educators at every level. Our work is uniquely difficult at each level. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. Go BEARS!…RiseUP! (cue Good Luck Charm - Elvis). 

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Call to Leadership

When I first joined the ranks of administration, I worked with an administrator that reminded me of the difficulties I was about to face. He told me, “If you accept the call to leadership, you must be willing to be misunderstood, criticized, opposed, accused, and even rejected.” Funny thing was, that didn’t deter me, but inspired me. I believe that through communication and building positive professional relationships, we can bridge those gaps in understanding. The same can be said for students in the classroom. Many times they are going to say the same types of things, albeit for different reasons. They criticize, oppose, accuse, reject, and plenty of times misunderstand the intended directive. We in turn, cannot throw our hands up and quit.  We have to bridge the understanding, or misunderstanding, with solid communication.  Though I speak of this like I am proficient, I am not.  I know I am not perfect and can improve with my communication. Even if I am perfect in a situation, I can always be better, so really, there is never an absolute perfect. Communication and understanding is a moving target that takes effort. Effort that is appreciated when it is delivered. So back to what that administrator said to me when I first entered the ranks. I am not inspired to be misunderstood, but inspired to bridge understanding. I believe that in tough conversations, we can sow seeds of success for ourselves and our students. The challenge is in communication. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.  Stay warm and dry in all this weather. Go BEARS!…RiseUP! (cue Daydream Believer - The Monkees).

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