“A mind that is stretched by new experiences can never go back to its old dimensions.”
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
I am sure the entire Paris area knows by now, it is with mixed emotions and a lot of excitement that I announce my resignation from the position of director of Paris High School. I have accepted the position of superintendent of Morrisonville Community Unit School District No. 1. My last day in the office at Paris High School will be June 30, 2017.
It is hard to know exactly what to say about a decision to leave a place you have loved to work for the past 28 years. Paris High School is a place where I have worked alongside some of the best people: the kind who made me a better person everyday. It was a place where I knew my own children were safe and challenged to become their very best. I do know that I have been very blessed by my decision to come here to teach back in 1989.
The experiences I have had here are invaluable! I was lucky enough to work for The State of Illinois’ first cooperative high school and be a part of a team that oversaw the design and construction of an amazing new campus. Every day I was able to work with outstanding people who really cared about students and did their best to challenge and engage them in innovative ways. I had the incredible support of a great Board of Education and cooperating superintendents. BUT…best of all, I was entrusted with the safety and education of some of the most amazing young men and women! I will miss you all very much!
The decision to leave here was not an easy one. For many years I have had held the credentials to be a superintendent of schools and have had the goal of eventually becoming one. Now that my children have finished their public education, my wife and I have decided it is time for me to pursue my goal of working for an educational community as a school superintendent. I am excited, and even though that excitement is tempered with the thought of leaving the only location I have ever worked as an educator, I know it is the right time for me to go. I will never forget the wonderful people that have supported my family and me, you simply are the best!
There will always be a part of me that bleeds orange and black!
I have been troubled the past 24 hours or so. I have this feeling that there is an important lesson from experience to be taught to a group of young men and women, but I am not sure I am the one to do it, or if the principle I think is important is valued by society today. I am willing to admit that I am of a generation that is pretty far removed from being young….(see how I have to admit to being old?) but I am sure that what defines excellence and being a winner has not changed. We watched the Patriots come back from a record Super Bowl deficit to earn their fifth world championship ring of the current era. That is a phenomenal accomplishment! They have become the penultimate example of winning and excellence. I want that same excellence to be a goal for our students and student athletes. Winning is an attitude. Winning is a work ethic. Winning is dedicating both mind and body to TRY to do what it takes (ethically) to be successful and reach a predetermined goal. I have never seen a winner that spends more time talking about why they don’t win than talking about what they need to do to get better. Winners do not spend more time and energy talking trash than giving their opponent a tenacious opposition between the lines. Above all, a true sportsperson is about competing at a high level and making themselves and their team mates better each time they have the opportunity. Great competitors do not always have the winning score on the board at the end of a game, but their opponents know they had true competition and respect the effort. Spectators at games should also work to encourage their team to do their best, applaud them when they do well, and encourage them when the team needs a lift. If a spectator feels the need to show up an opponent, put in the work, pull on the uniform, and do your talking between the lines!
Some problems do not have an immediate answer. Some problems may not ever have an understood formula, but circumstances will dictate a reasoned solution, and a life may be depending on it. My son’s medical condition defied conventional thinking, at least from my perspective. The syndrome never quite fit any typical pathology. It took some unconventional thinking and a team of experienced doctors to figure out how to attack the problem that was causing our son’s health crisis. The immunologist that headed his bone marrow transplant team, who has done hundreds of bone marrow transplants, said that he had never done one on a patient with this type of immune deficiency. What is the lesson in all this? Obviously I have had plenty of time to frame this situation in terms of how does public education contribute to our ability to creatively problem solve. I know that students spend time solving problems, but do they really develop deep problem solving experience when we concentrate on getting them ready for the PARCC exam or whatever the next accountability measure is? If we are teaching them and requiring them to problem solve in formulaic ways, will they be prepared to solve the “real” problems that come their way in a non-school environment? Schools need to be implementing programs and curriculum that have students using integrated skills, working in teams, to problem solve and create new content. Our current practice of assessment and focus on teacher accountability has forced the focus of the education system away from engaging students in way in which they practice these crucial problem solving skills.
Sitting here on a Saturday morning following a week of protest, turmoil, and violence has me in a deep state of reflection. Why do we turn on each other? Why do people that have so much more in common than differences chose to see only the differences? From the nastiness of our presidential campaign rhetoric, the gratuitous violence in entertainment, and the real violence on our streets, one does really wonder at times about what in the world are we headed for. Our family’s experience over the past year and half has allowed us to see the other side of human nature, thank goodness! Once people in our community (and beyond) found out that our son was gravely ill, the outpouring of care and concern has really lifted us. The efforts of so many to help comfort us will never be forgotten and has played no small part in the fact that our son is still with us! There have been so many things done on the behalf of my family that there is no way I can begin to think about them without being overwhelmed by the compassion showered upon us! There have been fundraisers, meal trains, hats passed in church, gift cards, monetary gifts, shoulders to cry on, dishes washed, clothes cleaned, school tasks completed…etc!!!! The list could go for paragraphs! Complete strangers have sent us care boxes, the community held a bone marrow donor drive. The town in which we live gets run down a lot, both from those from the outside and those who live here. I will tell you this, there is has never been a more generous place in my life experience. I am completely humbled by the efforts of this community! Thank you! I can only hope I can pay forward your amazing kindness. There is hope! Humankind has a great capacity for love and generosity and this place is a great example of that!
Yesterday I wrote in my post “Where Have I Been?” about my child becoming quite ill in October of 2014. The post was written with the assumption that most of those who would read it already knew how he was doing presently. Sorry to those who have an interest in this story but were left wondering about his status. For those of you who know the story, you are excused from reading further. My wonderful spouse has written a much more cogent and readable blog about our experience called Blessings in Disguise. If you have not read the musings of my wife Marianne, I suggest you should! My purpose here is not to talk about his journey through a medical nightmare, but to try to apply the lessons learned and share the thoughts that streamed through my conscience during his many days in the hospital. For those that are curious, here is a very brief synopsis of what he has experienced. He was diagnosed with an undefined immune disorder in which his natural killer cells did not function normally in 2012. Which means when he gets sick, HE GETS SICK! Not really sick more often, but out for long periods of time when he does get sick with what was usually a bronchial infection or pneumonia. When he became really ill in October of 2014, he was initially diagnosed with meningitis, but when no infectious agent was found, he was diagnosed with neuro-sarcoidosis. When the normal treatments to combat sarcoidosis did not make him better, further investigation found a MAC infection in his lung. Which came first? The MAC infection or sarcoidosis? We will never know. He responded well to treatment of the MAC infection. He felt good enough to finish his senior year and give a speech at commencement while graduating with highest honors. In the Fall of 2015, he started school at one of the nation’s most prestigious undergraduate engineering schools. He was able to complete one quarter of his freshman year. On the third day of the second quarter he called and said he could not catch his breath, and walking anywhere was next to impossible because he was so fatigued. He was admitted to the hospital and after several weeks of medical testing, he was diagnosed with AML Leukemia. He was given a round of chemotherapy to put it in remission. The team treating him scheduled a bone marrow transplant to generate a “new and healthy” immune system. The transplant was three months ago. He is home now, recovering from the transplant and the effects of the chemotherapy that was used to “kill” his defective immune system. The good news is that he is (knock on wood) making progress towards recovery. He has good days and bad but his recovery looks very good according to the doctors. We have hope! (next….I promise I will start talking about the kinds of lessons that can be taken from an experience like this!)
I am not sure how to start this entry. I have not written a serious blogpost in almost two years. I look back and I see drafts, full of thought, yet not published for one reason or another. Two years ago I was a self proclaimed social media guru. I presented to groups of educators about, pushed staff to adopt, and cajoled the community to follow the many ways social media could enhance learning and connectedness. Yes, connectedness, not even a word really, yet this network of social media had me plugged into the best things being done in schools. Things all changed for me in October of 2014 with this simple question: “Dad, am I going to die?” My just turned 18 year old son was having an intense headache. My response was “of course not.” Little did I realize how harrowing the experience we would have on our journey to make that “of course not” come true. By the end of that day my son had been tied to a hospital bed for fear he could hurt a hospital staff member or himself. What would become the most unreal of realities unfolded in the next year and a half. The best doctors we could find were totally puzzled by what was happening to our child. Instantaneous answers for his problem did not exist and connecting to experts did not produce an answer to what was wrong. Google could not give me an explanation to what was happening. My son went from being a straight A, top of the class student, to not even being able to recognize me as his father. My beliefs about our system of education and the purpose for what we do were about to be turned upside down forever. In my next several posts I hope to share how this experience has shaped the lives of my family and has emboldened me to fight for what is right in education for the years I have left in my career.
Today is November 2nd 2015. Students in the state of Illinois took the PARCC exams during March (3 week window) and May (again a 3 week window) earlier this year. As of today, I have not seen any results from these exams other than a broad statewide generalization about how students performed on the tests. The tests were administered both online and as a paper pencil test. I have seen sources (like this one) which estimate the state of Illinois spent up to $57 million administering and grading the tests. I have several questions: Why do we not have results? How do we justify this kind of expense on a test where the results will have no bearing on the teaching and planning for these students’ learning activities this year? According to some, these tests are about accountability. Making sure that teachers are doing their jobs. Making sure that schools are doing what they need to do for students. Where is the accountability for the decision to spend this kind of money on a program that has had no impact on student learning? I am not against testing. I think it is important to benchmark a school’s performance and make comparisons. We need to know what our students do not do well as well as what they do well, BUT the feedback HAS to be timely. If we know there are deficiencies we make a plan to address them. We cannot do that with results we do not have. A test given between five and seven months ago will have little to no value now as a tool to help our students. I hope someone is paying attention to this feedback……