In my last entry I mentioned my upcoming six weeks of residence in six different schools – it’s still going but nearing conclusion.  It’s been an interesting journey, one that reaffirmed some of what I knew and one that made clearer the challenges all public schools face, some with a heavier load than others.  I have met many characters along the way and at every stop I had a tag along in an administrator I have long admired for his ability to refocus matters of great importance. My friend did his part to lighten the load so I could observe and support our A-list principals in action.

The Happy Meal media for whatever reason made me think of the work we’re all doing.   Maybe it’s because I would jump at the chance if both of my boys said “I’m lovin’ it.”  It has institutional branding, long standing history, the “original” of its like, and curb appeal.  I was an 80’s and 90’s teen, and McDonald’s was my tried and true.  It was familiar, dependable, and always open.  I don’t think our teachers are like cheeseburgers but I know without a doubt they are familiar, dependable, and always open.  I think the association I made was the attack the Happy Meal is under and how our teachers must feel on days of ordinary.  They do a job that often is subject to much criticism.

I’m not a nutritionist but I’m smart enough to understand a Happy Meal a Day might make for a Humpty Dumpty ready for a great fall.  I think most folks have come to embrace that understanding.  I also think most folks understand experience can be arrived through moderation.  I’ve seen up close here recently some of the worst behavior kids can exhibit.  I’ve also seen some of the best behavior adults could possibly respond with.  I already had an informed respect for teachers in general based on my own formal mental health training but the time I’ve been spending camped out at schools lately has greatly reinforced my appreciation.

I’ve always been a road less traveled type guy by design and preference and it may or may not have served me well.  But I will always appreciate the adults that provided me that space and opportunity.  We should be able to have a happy meal together, regardless of all the background noise. Teachers make that possible everyday for our kids and if you think I’m mistaken, then let me tell you how wrong you are.  What I’ve observed is a collection of pushed to the limit, still have patience left, I don’t know if anyone else cares but I always will, teachers that are as tough as they come and tired nonetheless.  We owe them a big thanks and if a Happy Meal is not inclusive enough then a happy meal is always available.