Leading in a small town

Its tricky being a leader in a small community.  On the one hand, its kind of  nice when I see parents and students and they smile at me.  On the other hand, if I accept the praise, I’d better be ready to accept the judgement.  Can I go out and have a glass of wine with dinner?  What church do I decide to attend?  Should I open up to anyone (NO!).

I’m still learning to navigate this little county where I’ve served in two schools so far.  I wish we could collaborate more with other leaders, even just to vent and problem solved together.  Because out in public, I keep that smile on my face, no matter what.

Holding your head high

An administrator friend used to often tell me, when I got my doctorate and people made snide comments about it, “Don’t hate the playa, hate the game”.

This week, I read something even more relevant and timely for me.  I don’t know the source, it was on a Pinterest post: “Talking with quiet confidence will always beat screaming with obvious insecurity.”

Here’s to quiet confidence.  May I hold my head up high this week and lead my school confidently and well.

Social Media Nastiness

I’ve officially been dragged through the mud on social media this week. I know I shouldn’t have read them, I’m not “connected” to those parents on this media site, but a co-worker printed out the comments made by some parents in my school that were just plain nasty and I read them.  They are not even close to the truth.  I read page after page of replies, surprised at some of the parents who contributed. Most were parents who I had taken a lot of time to try to solve their problems or discipline their child.  A few were even spouses of our staff.

The thing is, I can’t fight back.  Nothing I can do will erase those nasty hateful comments.  Do people believe them?  Do they know the person posting is really off the charts?  That she screams obscene, racist, elitist remarks into my ear when I call her? Have I lost the trust of our community after working so hard for years to build relationships?

Central office, I’ve been told, have reviewed my report and are impressed with how I handled the situation.  It still stings.

It is frustrating to have our names dragged through the mud when we are working so hard.  This is really just a vent, I suppose.  I will go to work next week with the same smile on my face that’s always there to greet the parents each morning.  I will work hard to keep every child safe and learning.  I will keep organizing that bear of a state test with what feels like a mountain of testing accommodation settings.

Most of all, I will work for the best of our parents, and try hard not to spread the nastiness that a few put out there this week.  Love always wins.  Right?

Scary Principal

I sat in our 4 year old Preschool classroom the other day, visiting and chatting with the students.  A little girl came up to me and said, “Do you know my brother, Seth?” (name changed for the blog).  She told me all about how he was hit in the head by a ROCK on the playground, and that the boy who hit him had to go to the PRINCIPAL’S office.  I said, yes, that boy had to come and talk to me.  “YOU?”  she said, looking very surprised.  I said yes, when students make choices they shouldn’t make, they have to come and see me and face a consequence.   She pointed towards the office, asking, “Isn’t there someone scarier in there?”

My reputation preceeds me!  I feel sometimes like OZ from the movie, a mysterious entity that “you don’t want to have to talk to her”.


Some of my Hispanic students told their teachers they are afraid.  Afraid of the “raids”.  When our guidance counselor asked them what that meant, they said that people were going to come into their house and take their father away.

I got stopped at a road block the other day, on a rural road.  Our van was full of school administrators, and the side of the van said the name of our district. The state officer looked at the driver’s license and registration, then stuck his head in to look at each of our faces.  I looked outside and saw a family standing next to their car.  Two men, a woman, and a baby.  They looked Hispanic, and they were looking away from the line of cars, the woman swaying back and forth, rocking her baby.

Vacation time

I have two weeks off!  For the first time, I’ve managed to stay off of my email for most of each day, and I took time to visit family members out of state.  What was hard was not relating most conversations to what I do at work.  Its embedded into my being.

What wasn’t hard is sleeping in.  Every. Single. Day.  Ahhhhh…


100 people work for me.  100.  What can we afford to show appreciation for Christmas this year?  I’ve already given: personalized pens, live flowers, handmade ornaments, magnets, chocolate, candles, flashlight, personalized keychains.   They say they love it when I walk around and give it to them personally.  Do they really?

I wish I could afford something nice, something they deserve.

Welcome to 2nd in Command, the A.P. blog!

I am Jo, and this blog is written with the intent to share tips, strategies, and anecdotes to encourage and share with other school administrators.  I felt a distinct kind of isolation when I took the job as an  Assistant Principal.  Teachers had always been my colleagues, and my social circle consisted of Teachers.  I moved to a new school, and realized it can be lonely in the front office!  If you are an school administrator, you know what I mean, and its hard to find people in the same position that: a. You trust to tell them that you need help or are having a bad day, and b.  You aren’t in competition with for a promotion.   This is a place where you can come to share ideas, ask questions, brainstorm with me,  and hopefully receive encouragement.  The job isn’t easy, but its good.  A good kind of hard. Thanks for stopping by!


I just started this blog but hope to write at least twice a week to start.    For professional reasons, I will remain anonymous for now.  I’m simply Jo.