Teachers have Three Loves

 "Teachers have three loves: love of learning, love of learners, and the love of bringing the first two loves together."–Scott Hayden



It's been 3 weeks since our doors opened to students after what can only be described as a crazy end to the 19-20 school year and the worst professional summer I have ever experienced. These 3 weeks are the reward and the answer. Students are in the building and classes are full go. It is lovely.

In the past 3 weeks we have come up with new phrases that are spoken throughout the day-  Mask Up! Spread Out! Speak up!- and new routines that have become commonplace. We have a new bell schedule that I am not sure anyone knows yet (except for the juniors begging me to keep a 1:59pm dismissal for next year. They know that time).

The faculty and staff have formed new relationships with students we haven't had the pleasure to work with yet and great times catching up with students we had in years past. We do things different at lunch, but we know its Pizza Day Friday. Masks are part of the uniform, but we still have Blue Pride Fridays. We enjoyed watching our student-athletes taking the field, course, and court even if it was a smaller crowd or you were watching on pay-per-view YSN Live.

We are working to continue our traditions while adhering to the protocols set forth by our governing bodies. So, please follow this link to Meet the Teacher- Upper Campus. Our faculty and staff are accessible via email or phone and look forward to teaching and serving our student body this year. 

WE ARE KENNEDY, WE ARE FAMILY

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