The Things We Don’t Say

  • I Don’t Always Want to Be Strong

    I Don’t Always Want to Be Strong

    Hi, The Good Principal. I’ve been following your confessions for a while now. There are days when I read something here and honestly wonder how a complete stranger managed to put into words what I’ve been feeling. I’ve never sent anything because I always thought my own problems weren’t worth sharing. But I’ve had a…

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  • Sometimes I Want Someone to Notice

    Sometimes I Want Someone to Notice

    Hello, The Good Principal. I’ve never written anything like this before. Usually, I’m the one reading other people’s stories and quietly agreeing with them. Sometimes I even want to leave a comment, but I end up keeping my thoughts to myself. Something happened last week. Well, nothing serious, really. A teacher asked if I was…

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  • I Miss Being Just a Teacher

    I Miss Being Just a Teacher

    Dear The Good Principal, I’m not even sure why I’m writing this tonight. I was scrolling through your confessions and read something that reminded me of how things used to be when I was still teaching in the classroom. And then I started thinking about things I haven’t thought about in years. I’ve wanted to…

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  • Nobody Really Asks Me Twice

    Nobody Really Asks Me Twice

    Hi, The Good Principal. I came across one of the confessions here a few days ago and ended up reading several more. Some of them were surprisingly familiar. So I thought maybe I’d share something too. It’s not really a big problem. At least, I don’t think it is. Nobody has done anything wrong, and…

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  • I’m Tired of Being the Calm One

    I’m Tired of Being the Calm One

    Hello, The Good Principal. I’ve been reading some of the confessions here lately, and I keep finding myself thinking, “Okay, so it’s not just me.” I’ve thought about sending something a few times but always ended up closing the page. I don’t know. It feels strange putting something so personal out there, even with a…

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  • Sometimes I Resent Being Needed by Everyone

    Sometimes I Resent Being Needed by Everyone

    Sometimes I resent being needed by everyone. There. That’s the sentence. I don’t say it at school. I wouldn’t say it in a staff meeting. I wouldn’t say it to a teacher standing in my doorway. I wouldn’t say it to a parent who needs an answer or to a student who has been sent…

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