I was struck by how young they were.
They were children.
In an advanced graduate course.
So cute. So inquisitive. So excited (or not) to be spending their Saturday talking about school budgets, finances, and referendums.
Not one of them looking at their watch to see if it was time for class to be over (probably because anyone under 35 doesn’t own a watch).
They were hanging on the professors every word.
And I would say a little foolish.
School administration is a tough game. Not something children (again.. anyone under 35) should consider pursuing.
At least without careful consideration.
Don’t get me wrong, a young person can do it. I did (okay, bad example).
But here’s the thing. Being a school administrator is permanent.
Like death. Or a neck tattoo. Or marker (this one made me laugh).
Once you become a principal or superintendent there is no going back.
The teacher’s lounge door locks behind you.
Think of it this way.
If you are 25 and become a school administrator, you are looking at close to 35 years in the same demanding, difficult, sometimes thankless middle-management profession.
I’m not saying it isn’t fun. Or can’t be done.
I’m just saying it’s a long time.