Time Flies.

This is my first blog since May.Time Flies.

Where have I been?


Michigan.  Indiana.  Ohio.  Home.  School.

Asleep.  Jogging.  Bike riding.

Softball games. 


Mostly, Twitter.

Way back in April, some crazed anti-education blog person (probably Eastern European… because they are always the villain) infected this blog with a dreaded virus.

By the time I got everything fixed, I wasn’t in the mood to blog (notice I didn’t say write… since nothing on these pages qualifies as "writing").

Blogging is funny.

If you do it all the time, you want to do it all the time.

If you don’t, you don’t.

Sure, I could have replaced all the hours I used to blog and done something productive like charity work, but instead I wasted them on Twitter. 

It seemed so quick and easy.

Maybe it’s my ADHD.  Or maybe I don’t have ADHD.  I can’t remember, and I’m out of medication.

Plus, I think I just saw a squirrel run by the window.

Anyway, a lot has changed since I last posted.

The Evil Spawn is now a full-fledged teenager.  Buddy the Dog is staring down middle age.

Actually, he’s asleep, but if he ever awakens, I’m sure he will be staring down middle age.

Another school year and summer break has come and gone.

I’m older and everything takes longer.  And I can barely see, but that’s another blog for another time in a size 24 font.

Maybe I will get ambitious this fall and blog about my adventures.  Or maybe I won’t.

Time will tell.

On my Blog 2.0, I am no longer linking anything. Takes too long.  And I have a squirrel to chase and an old dog to pet.

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Everyone I Know is Getting Older.

It is a well known fact that time flies.aging

Unless you’re at work.

Time speeds up anytime you want it to go slower.

Weekends.  Vacations.  Lunch hour.

Time slows down anytime you want it to go faster.

Dental appointments.  Class periods with a really annoying kid.  Prostate exams.  Staff meetings.

Time is our enemy (as are doctors with big hands).

I think most people are like me and don’t really focus on time.

Because if we did, we wouldn’t waste it.

Time is precious because it’s limited.

Yet, we treat it like it will be here forever.

We watch too much TV.  We sleep too much.  We do things we don’t like because we’re too lazy to change.

I don’t really notice the effects of time when I look in the mirror.

I only notice it when I see the effects on other people.

Just recently, I saw several people whom I’ve haven’t seen in over 15 years.

The good news is they are still around to be seen.

The bad news is they’ve gotten old.

Way old.

I did my best not to gasp and point when I saw their aging and decrepit bodies (I’m not say I didn’t… I’m saying I tried my best).

It’s like they’ve aged 15 years since I last saw them.

Me?  Not so much.

I am exactly the same as I was back in the early to mid 90’s.

It’s amazing really.  I look great.

At least I think I look great.

Then it occurred to me.

How do I look to them?

I guess I shouldn’t worry about it.

With their fading eyesight they probably didn’t even notice.

Time marches on and if I’m lucky I get to tag along.

At least for a while.

RIP Coach.

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January is Over. Seriously?


How is it possible that January is gone?  Where did it go?

I need more than 31 days to get used to writing 2010 on my checks.  Never mind, I don’t use checks anymore… it’s 2010.

It’s been 67 days since Thanksgiving.   37 days since Christmas.

This amazes me.Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock...

And saddens me.

It’s been 164 days since my school year started (which means the countdown is on and we may just make it… and this doesn’t sadden me).

All of this is hard to believe.

There’s never enough time.  And the time I have goes way too fast (i.e. weekends).

When I was a kid, time went so much slower.

A math teacher explained this concept to me.  When I was 8 years old, every year was 1/8 of my life.  Now that I’m 42, every year is 1/42 of my life.

That means at the age of 8 each year accounted for 12.5% of my total life.  Now each year accounts for 2.4% of my life.

Time is going more quickly because it is a smaller percentage of my lifetime.

I’m no mathematician, but this is only going to get worse (when and if I’m 80 years old, each year will be 1.25% of my life).

This math story problem makes me feel old.

It’s amazing that it’s been 15,467 days since I was born, so I guess technically I am old.

The good news is I will never be younger than I am today.

Either way I look at it (or use the calculator to figure it), I realize I really need to be more productive on a daily basis.

The clock is ticking.

Faster every year.


“Time is an illusion.  Lunchtime doubly so.” – Douglas Adams.

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Do I Have a Minute?

Do I Have a Minute?  No.I am seriously considering the purchase of a stop watch.


Because at least 237 times a day someone asks me “Do you have a minute?”

Since I was raised right (????), my usual response is “Yes”. That, my friends, is a little thing I like to call a “colossal mistake of gigantic proportions”.


Because no one wants just a “minute”.

Not when they stop you in the hallway, the cafeteria, outside on the playground, in the office, at the copier, when you are eating lunch, on the way to your car as you make a mad dash in a tragic and quite sad attempt to leave school on time after a normal 10 hour workday, or even when you are nonchalantly sneaking your way to the restroom (usually just to hide for a sweet sweet 3 minutes of peace and quiet).

What they want is 37 minutes.

And a friendly ear.

Or a favor.

Or money.

Or your job.

And sadly, sometimes your soul.

At the very least they (or someone they know) want your head on a stick.

So, I am going to solve this problem by purchasing a stopwatch.

I will wear it around my neck and when someone asks “Do you have a minute?” I will politely respond “Yes”.

Because I was raised right (again, that is up for discussion).

Then I will click the button and they will have 60 short seconds.

When their time is up, I will walk away.

Or run.

Or worst case… throw the stopwatch at them.

No matter what happens, I will have at least saved myself 36 minutes. And possibly my soul.

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Grissom, I Could Really Use Your Help.

Gil Grissom from CSI.As I get older several things in the world of education are becoming crystal clear to me.

One, students look forward to summer break more than any other group, except for teachers. When I was a kid, I had no idea how much teachers looked forward to getting out of school in May. Now I know.

I often times think people who work 50 weeks a year appreciate three day weekends more than people in education appreciate 3 months off. Too often we all forget how lucky we are to have the time off not only during the summer, but during the school year.

Two, if a student is sent to the office and the first thing they say is, “I swear I am not lying”, I can officially call Las Vegas and bet my life on the fact that they are about to tell a lie.

What honest person even assumes that someone thinks they are lying? Honest people don’t have to announce they aren’t lying, because it doesn’t ever cross their minds that others think they might be. I should have been a detective (but they don’t get summer breaks, so I will leave that job to Gil Grissom).

Third, the older I get the more and more I think someone is turning the clock forward when I am asleep (maybe Mr. Grissom could solve this riddle for me). I can remember when old people would say time goes faster as you age and I thought they had Alzheimer’s (or as we called it when I was a kid- “crazy nutbags”).

Now I can’t believe how quickly the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years fly by. It is amazing to me that it is almost Halloween. I glanced at the front of PrincipalsPage.com and noticed that there are now less than 70 days until Christmas. Where does the time go (and why do I blog about the loss of time, yet I have a countdown on the front of the website…..it’s a riddle even to me)?

I often wonder why people who are getting close to retirement take such joy in counting down their time left on the job. I understand that they are looking forward to a more relaxed, less structured life, but who in their right mind wants time to go faster (is everyone’s secret desire to age?)?

I would love it to be like when I was 7 years old. It would be Tuesday and my next baseball game would be that Saturday, so I would do the obvious thing. Get my uniform on, 5 days in advance. I looked good (not really, but it’s my blog- if you want to stay young in your own mind, get your own blog).

Back then it seemed when you were looking forward to something, it took forever for that event to arrive (dinner, a game, the holidays, puberty, getting a girlfriend, going to prison for the first time, etc.). Time went so slow back them.

Not now though, as I barrel towards a near certain date with death. I can’t keep up. The days and weeks are just rolling by. Each school year seems to go faster and faster.

One day in the near future, I am going to get school started on the first day, swing by my office, and when I come out ten minutes later it will be Thanksgiving.

How can time go so fast, yet it my own mind I don’t seem to age (it is my blog)?

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