My Happy Place

My Happy Place Macdonald Consolidated school has an elevator. When I first became principal I avoided it. It didn’t save a lot of time and, of course, it was healthier to take the stairs. It was also important for the principal to be seen throughout the building. On this one particular day, I was having… Continue reading My Happy Place

Not up to Snuff

Not up to Snuff At my last school, if a student was suspected of having smoked marijuana s/he was taken to the office. While being questioned by one of the vice-principals the student would be asked to hold their hands out. The V-P would then lean in and smell their finger tips. On this one… Continue reading Not up to Snuff

You Bet Your Boots

You Bet Your Boots I first started playing rugby when I was in high school. I actually managed to get a game in this past season. I love the sport. “Thinking man’s football”, my university coach would call it. About ten years ago I was in need of a new pair of cleats. I had… Continue reading You Bet Your Boots

A Crying Shame

A Crying Shame According to the Myers-Briggs Personality Type indicator I am an ENTJ. When I first completed the inventory, I was almost off the scale in the T and the J categories. So what does this mean? Being a strong T indicates that I tend to look at things very logically. I am not… Continue reading A Crying Shame

The Right to Bear Arms

The Right to Bear Arms Last week I was making my way home from Deer Island. While waiting for the ferry to the mainland I noticed a car in the line-up with New Hampshire (U.S.A.) licence plates. A question that I had for many years came to mind. I figured that this might be a… Continue reading The Right to Bear Arms

Discovering the World

Discovering the World When children are born they are entirely dependant on their care-givers. As parents, we control how our children discover the world, but as they grow older and become more independent they start to make their own discoveries. In some cases, those discoveries are incongruent with what they have learned at home. When… Continue reading Discovering the World

Hit the Nail on the Head

Hit the Nail on the Head One weekend morning my son and I were sitting at the kitchen table. He was four years old at the time and seated across from me. At one point he pushed back from the table and was attempting to balance on the back two legs of his chair. “Son,… Continue reading Hit the Nail on the Head