Retired Principal Tales

Taking One Day at a Time

Tag: writing

  • A Blessing in Disguise

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    Susan Congrove
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    No internet, no TV…for three days. That is what I have been dealing with these past three days. Finally, I’m back online. Spectrum is not on my list of favorites at the moment. Surprisingly, there has been good and bad in that lack of communication. Last night was our Christmas dinner. One of the granddaughters…

  • Pickleball

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    Susan Congrove
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    I learned to play pickleball a month ago. I really enjoyed it, although it seemed like I either were really “on” or “off” with serving the ball. There are so many odd rules in the game. The instructor said that three dads from Washington invented the game to entertain their kids. Supposedly, one of the…

  • The Snow is Coming

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    Susan Congrove
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    The snow is coming…maybe. How many times have I been excited about a snow day that fizzles out? There is nothing more magical than waiting for a snow day — wearing your pajamas inside out and backwards worked, sometimes. The feeling of waking up to green grass after the hype of all the warnings always…

  • Top Three Pet Peeves

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    Susan Congrove
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    I could think of a lot of pet peeves, but I guess I can single out three or four. One. Texts. I try to give my texts a friendly tone, for instance, using more than one word for the initial text. For example, I texted that I had landed at the airport. My son replied,…

  • I Will Always Wonder

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    Susan Congrove
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    My mother was from England. I have always wondered why she and my grandmother decided to make the voyage to live in the United States. She came to the US at the age of 17. She had graduated from Dormer-Wells School at that age. Upon arrival, she started to work at a bank in Boston.…

  • Who Knew?

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    Susan Congrove
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    Today, I woke up and willed myself to attend my first Pickleball lesson. It was a good thing the instructor was a good friend! I got dressed and put the tennis shoes on, worried that my bunions would hurt. I do not wear normal shoes most of the time unless you call flipflops a normal…

  • Efficiency

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    Susan Congrove
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    I heard that the government might reopen soon. This just blows my mind. How can you just shut down the government? What if educators just decided to shut down schools because they did not agree with something? I know that school would be closed often because there are always reasons for disagreement. Why are the…

  • God Help Our Society

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    Susan Congrove
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    In all of my years on Earth, I feel that our society is at an all-time low. I worry about this world for my kids and grandchildren. I wish they could grow up in the sixties like I did. Times seemed so innocent on the country farm as a child, but I know the times…

  • Trying My Best

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    Susan Congrove
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    Technology is great when you are familiar with it. I’m teaching an online course this semester. I’d rather be in person, but this is ok. Yesterday, I flipped on the computer a couple of hours earlier than my class to finish the preparation. Low and behold, the online meeting app had been changed. I knew…

  • First Day

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    Susan Congrove
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    The first day of school is just not the same. I miss it. I can’t wait for the kids to come home and tell me about their day. Of course, I will ask them what they learned, and they will say the infamous “nothing”. I always laugh when they tell me that because I know…