Currently we're at this really great conference that helps students meet others from around the state, grow as leaders and learn/participate in student government. As the bright eyed and bushy tailed new advisor I am, I came here hoping for advisor boot camp and really looking to get skills to help mold these young adults into the leaders I know they can be. I've gone around and been the energetic friendly person and introduced myself to fellow advisors and really thought I was making headway and then they ask this: what do you teach? Oh, erm, well, I don't teach. Insert blank look of what the fbomb are you doing here. So I carry on the conversation explaining that I work for the District and Coach Varsity Cheerleading and blah blah blah hoping to win them over with my personality and charm... Epic. Fail. I always thought when I left HS that, I did just that-left- but it seems that I was wrong.
I'm not going to lie and say I was the most popular at my HS but I will say that at one point I was captain of my cheer squad and first chair in a pretty rockin jazz band and life was good. I was accepted and floated comfortably between different groups and different social standings. I mean my positivity is infectious and refreshing! come on! It wasn't until I came to this conference that I have really felt like a Glee club member, but unfortunately there isn't a misfit army to back me up right now. Nope, I am the sole resident on the island of misfit toys. You know what? I don't care. I am fun, silly, energetic and not too cool to participate. I will cheer with the kids and I will own the title of coolest advisor because to me that really means, I don't think I'm better than the students and isn't that the message we should really be sending Educators?
So be it resolved, I will continue to greet every student, keep a positive attitude, flash my big toothy grin and lead by real example of how someone should act. I will not discriminate on you because you do teach, but continue to turn a blind eye as you slushie me with your looks and shunning. Bring it on geriatric Cheerios because my slushie will always prevail and my songs will always be the coolest.
Rock on Glee Club, your newest member is ready to sing! And as always, don't forget to be Frank!
Until next time...