It's Homecoming Week. After a week of pajamas, decade dress, celebrity costumes and ugly sweaters, we ended the week with a Homecoming White Out. It was great. The kids really got into and showed their school spirit with faces painted white to match their white clothing. Despite the fun and excitement of Homecoming, the black cloud of audit results still loomed over us. The kids knew, but it didn't dampen their spirits. Then they figured out that it would be our principal's last homecoming and they realized they had to do something.
Our principal is a good, caring man. He loves our kids and they love him back, even if they don't realize it. Before the annual student teacher basketball game, they showed their support for the man who has been there for them. They made signs with some of his more famous sayings, and other signs saying they loved him and that he should stay. They walked the signs around the gym before converging on the principal in a huge group hug. It was bittersweet to see our kids show him such support.
This left me wondering where the media was. They were there for our lowest moment. They were judgmental and prejudiced against us. And in the moments when our school shines the most, they are nowhere to be seen. The "horrors" of our school were outlined for the world to see, but no one saw as a faculty stood and applauded the man who lead them. No one saw as our children showed just how much they loved him. They weren't there for these loving moments in our school's family.
After the beautiful show of love for our main man, business went on as usual for the pep rally. The teams were announced. The students were once again slaughtered by the teachers in basketball. We went about our business and went home. Tears were shed and hugs were shared. I just can't believe my school's family is going to change.