If I ran the schools

Yeah, I’d be a tough taskmaster, sorta like a winning coach, I’d push us to exceed our goals. Improvement every day, by all of us, from the top on down. That would be my goal, to lead us all to share, and soothe each other’s souls. I’d be open to what people have to say, ideas can be works of art, like rows of produce protruding from the nearly silty clay.

I’d help make challenges turn into ways to learn, and call it play. I’d be an inspiratory, yeah, a real deep instigator, why I’ve already done a lot of investigation, and none of what I’d propose, would harm our students, staff or community in any way. As matter of fact I’d have the school before long rearing fish, farming and capturing the power of the tides.

Our students would be really stretching their wings, before long they’d be having more fun doing studious research, than playing violent video games. Pretty soon the school would host music festivals, and feed the attendees, teaching economics, music, food production, preparation and presentation along the way. Students would learn our history, so that they could become public speakers and tour guides.

We’ve recently been found to be the coolest little town in America, a serious tourist destination, yet there’s probably not one student in the school now, who could tell a tourist anything about tulips. This would change, as would the landscaping at the schools.

Yeah, classes would grow tulips and daffodils and such, to show off to the tourists. We’d set up a sales booth and take donations. The chowder cook-off would be turned into something much bigger. These sorts of educational undertakings would be how I’d earn my keep.

If I didn’t produce real smart kids, I’d eat my shirt. If I failed to fire up the teachers, I’d sleep cold up in the rainy windswept bleachers. If I failed to please the community, I’d beg for forgiveness, hang my head humbly and quietly walk away.

Not much to worry about here, I wouldn’t qualify, I never got more than an AA degree.

Glen S. Johnson