Ms. Reynolds, please report to the principal's office!

The past week has seen such a whirlwind of activity, I almost forgot to share another major announcement. As most of you know, when I'm not leading the uber-glamorous life of a newly published author or trying to keep things organized at CJSTUF, you can find me working at Commonwealth Autism Service. As challenging as my job can be, I really love it.

Recently, I was offered a new challenge at work. Our agency has been working with a local private school in the area for a few years now. Because of some developments in the past year, Commonwealth Autism Service has taken on a larger role in operating the school. As of July 1st, not only will the Dominion School be operated by CAS but I was selected to be the principal.

Yes. You heard that correctly. I am going to be the principal of a school.

Isn't that crazy?

First of all, I'm honored that my boss and the others at my agency feel so strongly that I was the best candidate for the position. With my love of systems and organization, my experience in nonprofit management, and my accumulation of experiences in education, I think I will be well suited for the job. I'm still just a little bit terrified.

My transition into the job has been gradual. I am finishing up my contracts and responsibilities in my current job while also trying to spend time at the school, getting to know the staff, students, and parents. There are lots of organizational emails flooding my inbox on a daily basis and I am up to my ears in spreadsheets and to-do lists. I have to admit that I'm a bit excited.

My one problem with all of this is my title. Principal? Really? It carries such negative connotations sometimes.

Case in point: Principal Skinner

Or Mr. Belding?

And everyone loved Ferris Bueller's principal, right?

Nobody wants to be sent to see the principal! I thought of some alternatives:

Headmistress: Too stuffy. Although it does have a Hogwarts kind of flair.
Directress: But it sounds too much like Dominatrix.

Chief: That title really seems more suited to someone in a factory job.
Boss Lady: Seriously. Check out this definition in Urban Dictionary.

Ok, so maybe I'll just stick with Principal.

Unless you have any great ideas...

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