Blog

Various ventures into Mr. Scott’s mind.

Warszawa Centralna

Looking at some old pictures, I found a shot of Warszawa Centralna train station from about 2002. It was an exterior night shot, and there was little indication of what the station looked like inside. What it looks like now is vaguely similar, but there have been so...

Happy Thanksgiving 2023

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Counselors Behind the Line

Our school counselors served Thanksgiving lunch today. They look snazzy in their hairnets, don't they?

Magnet Open House

We're all ready to go for Magnet Open House -- here come the future Cougars!

Tour Guide

Tour Guide

When I start a favorite book with a class, I recall the weeks I was a tour guide for my folks and best friend from high school, all of whom flew to Poland for K’s and my wedding. I knew, for...

Procrastination

Procrastination is like a credit card: it's a lot of fun until you get the bill. -- Christopher Parker I'm Looking at you, English I students. You don't have much time left until the characters...

September 1

Seventy-four years ago today, Germany plunged Europe into a war that eventually became the Second World War by attacking Poland.

Ken Robinson

The real role of leadership in education … is not and should not be command and control. The real role of leadership is climate control, creating a climate of possibility.

C.S. Lewis

The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles, but to irrigate deserts.

Rita Pierson

I am somebody! I was somebody when I came; I'll be a better somebody when I leave. I am powerful, and I am strong. I deserve the education I get here. I have things to do, people to impress, and...

First Day Back

Today was the first day back for us teachers. Usually such a day is not memorable: lots of administrative meetings, safety meetings, grade level meetings, content area meetings -- meetings,...

Chainsaw

I hear a chainsaw somewhere in the distance in our neighborhood, and I think, “That’s a sound I usually associate with Babcia’s small village.” Then I realize it’s just my son making his car sounds...