How has it been 20 years? Weren't we JUST sitting in that sweaty gymnasium? In reality, more time has passed SINCE graduation than all of the years leading UP to that momentous event. And yet time has flown.
Before I graduated from my special ed high school, the administration offered me a choice: I could receive a diploma with the name of my actual school, or a discrete diploma from a non-descript public school in the area.
This year, a generation of kids will be thrust into the long awaited but still unsettling age of puberty and turn to ABC Family for answers. While you enjoy your show, think about what that half hour is creating in our generation.
Kids now live in a world where they're given a cell phone before they hit double digits. Instead of playing with Barbie dolls, girls begin to play with straighteners and makeup -- something our generation didn't do until early high school. I can even honestly say that I've taken makeup advice from a middle-schooler. In what world is that even possible?
I could hear them marching up the stairs and down the hallway like a pack of amateur pageant queens, performing for each other. There were only titters or guffaws, no moderate laughs. Everything was "very" or "totally" or "literally," not simply as it was.
Ask new high school graduates what their plans are and chances are very good they will say college. Once a sign of privilege, going to college is now seen as almost a rite of passage. And little wonder.
These four short years have shaped me more than I can comprehend. I remember being a freshman not that long ago. I scoured Seventeen magazine and implored my older sister for advice, but there were still quite a few things I wasn't prepared for when I started high school.
To help you recognize the warning signs of summer brain drain, here are three common red flags. If you do see them, there is no need to panic. Instead, try following the steps below to overcome the issue.
Twelve years ago I was broken. I had just ended a 29-year marriage, sent my only kid off to college, and was left broke and unemployed, left with the cats and the dog to feed. Not exactly my life plan. I was alone for the first time in my life and filled with fear.
Teachers, of course, can lead the way, not toward some false utopia embodied in the privatizing, anti-union, agenda of the testing moguls but in education's humanistic roots -- providing young people with multiple pathways to success.
So this summer I'm helping plan my 40th (!) high school reunion. That seems like an awfully big number, us George Washington Patriots would never have imagined reaching -- let alone celebrating -- back in 1975.
Your children will begin to individuate and make their own decisions, like choosing their course work, becoming involved in sports or clubs, and seeking their identity based on those choices. This is where we as parents need to learn to let go. Micromanaging or helicoptering your children does not help them -- it actually harms them.
I'm sure plenty of kids today, frustrated with politics, bored of mass media, longing for companionship, would join the Dead community if it still existed.
How can we assist students in a secondary schools reach their fullest potential? As a part of the Realizing Potential Journey (RPJ) model, we encourage each educational entity to establish a foundation when it comes to developing students, parents and teachers.
Four years ago, on my first day of high school, I looked around my fourth period AP Computer Science class. The familiar mix of nervousness and excitement that comes with all first days was there, but there was something more disconcerting.
In 1969, Elvis Presley had a hit song titled "In the Ghetto." The song tells the heartbreaking story of a child born to grow-up, live and die a violent death trapped in a neighborhood and a cycle of poverty from which he couldn't escape.