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Beauty Snacks

November 17, 2008
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In life, many times it’s the little things that make it all worthwhile. I say that to the lunch ladies in the morning, who laugh at how stoked I am to see that they’re cooking breakfast burritos. (Eggs, potatoes, bacon – they make a special one for me without cheese – for 1.25 w/juice? That’s a beautiful thing.) And I know all of you out there know what I mean when I talk about walking into the faculty room, and seeing a pie, or a little deli spread with a sign that says, “Thanks from the Leadership Clas” (sic), and that feeling you get, like, hey this ain’t half bad. It’s all about the snacks. The best part of almost any in-service is the snacks. Usually that’s all I can think of to say on the little comment sheets at the end: “tasty snacks.” When I was a BTSA adviser, we had a director who always made sure there were snacks. And lunch. And beverages. One all-day training was out on the coast (a whole 15 minutes away) at a place called The Inn, overlooking the ocean. Lunch was chicken Cordon Bleu, merci beaucoup. One of our previous principals, who

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Purple Cape

November 8, 2008
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A while back on my daily skate around town, I watched a police car make a quick u-turn in the middle of the street and then pull over to the side of the road in front of me. The driver did the cop wave for me to come to the passenger window, which was rolling down. I peered in warily. I first got pulled over in seventh grade. I was a little late getting to school, and I rode my bike the wrong way down the street, and I ran the red light at the nearby intersection. The cop stopped me in front of the whole school assembled outside for the flag salute. I haven’t had much better luck since, on a bike or on skates. So I was quickly reviewing the previous 5 minutes in my head as I approached. Nobody cursed at, no whacks on car hoods, I’m on the sidewalk where I belong. Nothing I can think of that would make a police officer interested in me. There was a smile below the cop shades. Good sign. Still… “Hey Mr. Coward. You remember me?” Phew. Just another former student. This one from my first year of junior

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Mr. Coward has been teaching on the beautiful central coast of California since 1989.

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