Principals are the Tyrion Lannisters of education, minus the heavy drinking and patricide, of course. Because as principals, we tend to know things.
We know about a student’s abject poverty because we dropped off remote learning toolkits at her apartment.
We know about pod learning facilitators because they remind us of all the myriad ways we could be teaching differently.
We know about Facebook warriors who have an arsenal of memes, “friends in other districts,” and incredibly personal and myopic anecdotes at the ready.
We know when a teacher’s face looks different, when her affect is slightly off, when the lilt in her is voice gone.
We know about pregnancies, deaths, and diganoses before the rest of the staff. We know none of it is our news to share.
We know we have to remind teachers that SGOs and observations are business as usual even though everything is unusual.
We know our own families notice a difference in our mood and energy. We know because they told us.
We know this too shall pass.
We just don’t know when.