Is there anyone alive who remembers their Middle School years with fondness? I’m afraid the answer to that question is not many.
All 13 Waterford students who auditioned for the OAKE (Organization of Kodály Educators) National Choirs were accepted. There were about 650 students who auditioned from around the country to participate.
Mrs. Nebeker asked me to speak about Veteran’s Day. I myself am not a veteran and it is with a great deal of reverence that I approach this task.
I should like first to set the stage with a brief explanation of how Veterans Day came to be.
New this year, the US Community Service Council will be recognizing the service work of one teacher each month this school year.
It’s about a three hour drive to the City of Rocks in Idaho, and I can imagine how strange it must seem to onlookers to watch our yellow bus sporting the Waterford School logo careening through the desert landscape. The group going on this term trip made our way up on Friday with enough time to do some evening climbing on the Swiss Cheese and Scream Cheese routes. I think everyone was pretty excited to be liberated from thoughts of academics for a weekend. After a few hours of climbing, we went to our campsite, and after a dinner of macaroni and cheese, most of the group slept outside.
On my third day on the job, near the end of a get-to-know-you meeting, a frequent occurrence in these early months, a colleague asked if I planned to change Waterford’s mission. As you know, mission statements serve to articulate an organization’s fundamental reason to exist. Ideally, a mission statement informs, inspires and guides decision-making.
As a Class VI Humanities teacher, I would say it to students and parents all the time: This is the perfect time to make this mistake. Whether it was finding the flaws in an organizational system, discovering a setback on grammar, or making a social misstep, the mistakes of Middle School were real opportunities for growth. I would regularly applaud my students for their mistakes, thank them for sharing them, and then ask the most important question: So, what will you do differently next time?
We are excited to welcome this group of new faculty, who come to us with diverse and fascinating backgrounds. Several are familiar faces, while others are brand new to Utah. Here’s your chance to learn a bit about them (including excerpts from interviews by Rosa Marshall, our PA President):
My first real job was working as holiday help at a new age supply store called Glyphx in the now demolished, but once thriving Cottonwood Mall off Highland Drive. For 20 hours a week, I rearranged ceremonial candles and shrink wrapped packs of tarot cards with a self-proclaimed white witch named Laura who occasionally sucked on the healing crystals we kept in a large, segmented plastic bin in the center of the store. She claimed to be absorbing the healing power of the crystals by sucking on them.