Senior Pranks, Part 2

Yesterday, I wrote about senior pranks, how I feel about them, and two that we endured this week. There’s more to this story.

I’ve been around the block a couple of time with senior classes. Both as a teacher who advised seniors and as a high school principal of five years. 99% of the time I still opt to think the best of our students. If I didn’t I’d be less of a leader.

When our students came to me and said, “we want to do a senior prank, but we know how you feel about them, and we want it to be harmless”, I listened. Students said, “we want to wear bathing suits to school tomorrow and at 12:15 all get up and go jump in the pool. We’ve asked the PE teacher to lifeguard. We promise there won’t be any other pranks.” I explained that several of their classmates had significant hurdles to graduation and that those students had to be in class. They listened, we agreed, my dean of students (who’s been around the block a few more times than me) said you’re nuts, there will still be more pranks and now you’ve agreed to this disruption.

He was right about more pranks and in fact, one of the students who met with me about the harmless prank was one who later disappointed me. My teachers were upset because they hear me harping about higher expectations and getting ready for the Regents. I believed it was a relatively benign way for students to feel they’d left their mark and rebelled a bit. I lost face with my teachers.

For all but five or six of our students, it was a good agreement. I work to promote a positive climate where our students feel valued and celebrated. My teachers and staff are definitely not feeling valued and celebrated this week and that’s my responsibility too.

In addition, early in May, students came to me and asked if we could have a senior picnic on Monday, after school, with all of their teachers invited. They’re planning, cooking, and paying for it. Without pranks or problems on this weekend’s senior trip, I agreed to it. I’m looking forward to it. I’m hoping there are no additional pranks and no problems on the trip. Because we know who pulled this week’s pranks and because they are receiving consequences, we will continue with our plans for the picnic.

But I’m left wondering what I’ll find at school next. I totally agree with David and other G-town readers, seniors could be thinking about something creative and funny that will make us miss them.

Senior Pranks

I hate senior pranks. Because I take personal responsibility for everything that happens in our school, I also take senior pranks personally. And as a person who’s dedicated the last seventeen years of my life to making schools better for kids, I find senior pranks to be disrespectful and ungrateful, selfish acts.

The single thing about senior pranks that ticks me off to no end is that it’s almost always a prank that results in additional work for our hard working cleaning and custodial crew. This infuriates me– that the women and men who tirelessly and quietly clean up after us day in and day out should be “thanked” in this way.

When I arrived at school earlier this week, Carol and Maggie had been working since 6:00 am to clean up the gunk that was on an entire hallway of lockers. It took them two hours to clean every locker. Who did those students prank? Just Carol and Maggie and they don’t deserve it.

Yesterday a military smoke bomb was set off in the girls’ lav near my front entrance. The school was evacuated, Regents reviews were disrupted, police were sent to the school. And the smoke was incredibly strong so I worried about every student and staff member who filed by with asthma or allergies. The police reacted strongly because in today’s climate they have to consider that something like this could be a diversion for worse behavior elsewhere in the school.

In my next post, I’ll write about how we handled both incidents and how they were resolved.

Disclaimer Deleted

Our superintendent was developing his new blog yesterday and while doing so, he stopped to send me this email message (printed here with his permission):

You may remove the disclaimer from your blog. It looks silly amongst all of the other free ideas expressed therein.

I believe that says it all. Consider it done, off the blog.

Think BLUE

Do you think it makes sense to pay more for something, just to give it more school spirit? We’re putting in a new track and I’m really thinking it’s worth some extra money initially and in upkeep to get a Gowanda BLUE track.

Why? Because it’s on a prominent corner in our village and when residents, students, and opposing teams drive down the road and see Hillis Field, I want them to think “Gowanda Panthers play here!” I want it to smack them in the face–Gowanda BLUE and WHITE. I think the blue track shows school pride and I think we’re worth it. I’m tired of sitting in a gym that’s generic, where visitors could literally look around and wonder where they are except for the gorgeous new scorers table we got this year. And our new facility will be incredible, why not add the frosting on the cake?

We need a field that screams, “Go Panthers! The Blue and the White, Straight to the Top, We Will Fight!”

What Measures Success?

If everything goes well, of our 120 graduating seniors, we’re set to graduate 31 Native American students this year. Have to tell you I didn’t even think about that until a very good friend called me this week to say,

Kim, it’s being talked about on the Cattaraugus Territory that Gowanda is graduating a record number of Native American students this year, we think more than ever before in history. More than the other three contract districts combined. Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it, because it’s working.

This was from an extremely well respected member of our Native American community and of our Gowanda community. I have often shared my ideas and my frustrations with him because he was born and raised in Gowanda and he understands our struggles.

I didn’t think about the number of white or native american students because for me they are individuals, they are Devon, Terri Sue, Jamie, Morris, Jeremy, Evan, Courtney, Megan, and Presley. We’re still in the daily business, primarily my weary guidance counselors, of watching 30 students out of 120 who have some challenge between them and the diploma. We’re paying so much attention to the individuals that we won’t sit back and look at the group until we have to report data to the state.

G-Town, we all needed to hear my friend’s comment. With all of the measures that we use to evaluate “our success”, we can never forget that it comes down to Jeremiah, Cameron, Cat, Amanda, James, Alex and Brady. It comes down to them and the other 113 students about to obtain a diploma and a ticket to more opportunity.

On June 22, I won’t be thinking about our student achievement data. I’ll be thinking about the joy of standing in front of our community and congratulating each student as he or she walks across the field, diploma in hand. Some who did it easily without much help from us. Others who could incite back flips from me if I was capable. 🙂

That’s what I’m talking about!