Essays

But does he know I love him?

Since I left Washington, the weather has gotten hotter and the news has gotten bloodier. Although my town, and my county, has a relatively low homicide rate, my local news still reports tragic, preventable gun deaths in both Hampton Roads and Raleigh/Durham.

Still, I am connected to what’s happening in Washington, DC. In the past few weeks, it seems that there have been countless shooting deaths. I don’t use the word countless lightly: in trying to prepare related links for this essay, I had a hard time narrowing down just how many shooting deaths there have been. I will leave those numbers to the journalists, but the Washington Post says DC has now reached 86 homicides, with the vast majority occurring in the under-resourced Southeast quadrant. The average homicide victim in DC is likely to be a black man in his 20s killed by bullets.

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Hard to Say Goodbye

It’s not that I don’t love you deeply
You were my family
It’s just that I’m feeling there’s so much more
Waiting out there for you and me.

“Hard to Say Goodbye,” Dreamgirls

On one hand, I began my year knowing that it would be my last at this school. About halfway through, I began seeing pathways for me to stay, particularly a position as an Academic Dean that I was more than qualified for; that my peers and certain members of the leadership team wanted me to consider.

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IEP Discomfort

We had an orientation for our school yesterday. During my part, I explained to potential students and their parents what an average day at the school building would be like from an academic perspective. I also added that if a student has an IEP (Individualized Educational Plan – a Special Education term), has ever had an IEP, or needs some sort of accommodations, the student or parent should disclose that right away so they can hit the ground running with all the supports in place.

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