Superintendent’s Update ~ November 23

I wanted to take this opportunity to wish you all a happy, healthy, and safe Thanksgiving. This year most of us will be able to gather in larger groups than we have in the past few years. For us this means having family visiting us from abroad, which is very exciting. It is a return to our pre-pandemic tradition.

This week we sent home a number of at-home COVID-19 test kits. Please take advantage of these test kits to continue to keep one another safe. I continue to be grateful to the community for putting the best interest of our students at the forefront. Thank you all for your continued support. It means everything to know that our community continues to work collaboratively on our challenges.

As we prepare to celebrate this weekend I wanted to share with you a poem that I thought captured the moment.

Thanksgiving by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

We walk on starry fields of white
   And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
   We rarely offer praises.
We sigh for some supreme delight
   To crown our lives with splendor,
And quite ignore our daily store
   Of pleasures sweet and tender.
Our cares are bold and push their way
   Upon our thought and feeling.
They hand about us all the day,
   Our time from pleasure stealing.
So unobtrusive many a joy
   We pass by and forget it,
But worry strives to own our lives,
   And conquers if we let it.
There’s not a day in all the year
   But holds some hidden pleasure,
And looking back, joys oft appear
   To brim the past’s wide measure.
But blessings are like friends, I hold,
   Who love and labor near us.
We ought to raise our notes of praise
   While living hearts can hear us.
Full many a blessing wears the guise
   Of worry or of trouble;
Far-seeing is the soul, and wise,
   Who knows the mask is double.
But he who has the faith and strength
   To thank his God for sorrow
Has found a joy without alloy
   To gladden every morrow.
We ought to make the moments notes
   Of happy, glad Thanksgiving;
The hours and days a silent phrase
   Of music we are living.
And so the theme should swell and grow
   As weeks and months pass o’er us,
And rise sublime at this good time,
   A grand Thanksgiving chorus.


Wishing you and your family a wonderful holiday.


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