If you have been a faithful reader of this volume of Teach and Serve, you know that, in the tenth year of this blog, I find myself in a very reflective mood. Seeing the counter running down on this volume of the blog, I have decided to do a series of posts entitled “Lucky Town.”

I have been lucky enough to serve five high schools and one national network over the course of these 30 plus years. Each experience has left its marks. Each experience has left its gifts. Each experience has left me changed. 

Over the next six posts, I plan to share a story or two that typified my time at the institution and explains a bit about what I learned on my leadership journey. 

I would not be the educator I am without the stops in these six places. 

• Bishop McNamara High School, Forestville, MD
• Regis Jesuit High School, Aurora, CO
• The Jesuit Schools Network, Washington, DC
• Mullen High School, Denver, CO
• KIPP Northeast Denver Leadership Academy, Denver, CO
• Xavier College Preparatory High School, Palm Desert, CA

For me, each has been its own lucky town. Bruce Springsteen’s song Lucky Town (from the album of the same name), speaks to how I feel about the stops along the road for me:

Well, here’s to your good looks, baby, now here’s to my health

Here’s to the loaded places that we take ourselves

When it comes to luck, you make your own

Tonight I got dirt on my hands, but I’m building me a new home

Baby, down in Lucky Town

I hope you will take the journey with me.

Next week, Lucky Town – Bishop McNamara High School.

As readers of this blog know, I have been an educator for over 30 years. I have had time to walk alongside a great many people. I have gotten to know a multitude of them. I have liked most of them. I have valued many of them. I have loved some of them. (I know I sound like Bilbo Bobbins here, but my Tolkien quote comes later.)

I am grateful for all of my companions on the journey. I am grateful for the support and the conflict and the laughter and the fun. I am grateful to have worked with hundreds of dedicated individuals who have changed my life in ways I cannot begin to comprehend. Listing those who have been true companions, bringing these people to mind to thank God for the role they played in specific moments of my life, in making me the person I am seems a good exercise. As I write this post, I have their names on sticky notes around me. My hope is they know who they are and that I have played a similar role in their lives.

The reality of my career is that I have been blessed beyond measure and undeservedly with a handful of relationships that transcend friendship. These relationships are more those of sisters and brothers. Of these, there is a quote from J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Fellowship of the Ring that expresses how I feel about who these sisters and brothers are for me better than I ever could: 

You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin- to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours- closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone and go off without a word. We are your friends.

I have said their names aloud as I have written this post. I have prayed for them, thanked God for them. I am so aware I do not deserve the blessing they are. 

I can only hope that I have given them the same kind of love and support I have received from them. If they do not know who they are for me, I have conducted my life horribly wrong.

The gifts of my life in education have been many. These sisters and brothers are the blessings I treasure most.

As we celebrate Women’s History Month, I find myself reflecting on the remarkable women who have shaped my journey as an educator. From my first-grade teacher to the incredible colleagues I’ve worked alongside, and most importantly, my grandmother, a life-long teacher, the influence of women in education has been a significant and transformative force in my life.

Here is a true story (see the photo!) and one I should have shared when I was writing about superheroes and education: my first grade teacher’s name was Janet Batman. That is God’s honest truth. Mrs. Batman. Wow. Did she set me on a course that would define my life!

I remember Mrs. Batman, one of my kindergarten teachers. Mrs. Batman was the epitome of warmth, patience, and dedication. She had an uncanny ability to make each student feel seen and valued before those were educational buzz words. She taught me that the heart of teaching lies in fostering a supportive and inspiring environment where every child can thrive. As it turns out, Mrs. Batman was nothing like the actual Batman!

Throughout my career, I have had the privilege of working with numerous extraordinary women (more on my colleagues in next week’s post). These women have been sources of inspiration, collaboration, and mentorship. They have shown me that education is not just about imparting knowledge; it is about empowering students to become thoughtful and compassionate.

Of all the influential women in my life as an educator, my grandmother stands out as a beacon of dedication and passion for education. She was a life-long elementary school teacher and some of my earliest memories of her involve me and my sisters going to her classroom in the last days of summer to decorate her walls. She was devoted. She was passionate. And she was Grandma. Though she has passed on, I hope she is proud that she started a legacy of educators as many of her children and grandchildren are teachers.

These women have not only enriched my life but have also made a lasting impact on countless students. We are truly blessed in education to live our lives with the future.

In my many years of serving in Catholic education, one observation stands out: each school believes it is unique, that there is no other school like it, and that its experience is difficult to understand outside its walls. This belief is rooted in distinct histories, traditions, and stories. My reflexive response to this statement is to want to push back on it. There are hundreds, even thousands of schools doing what we are doing in any context. How different are we really? 

I have worked in four different Catholic high schools. I served a network of almost 100 schools. I have visited almost 50. The reality is that every school, with its own tapestry of experiences, contributes to Catholic education. Our uniqueness is our strength, but so is our shared commitment to nurturing and guiding the whole person.

As different as we are, what unites us is the unwavering commitment to caring for the entire person. The best Catholic schools are about this mission. Whether they are all boys, all girls, or co-ed (or co-divisional – see an upcoming post on this topic), they share a bond of desire to develop students in all ways, not just academically. In the Jesuit world, we call that cura personalis. It might be the most important concept I have ever embraced in my time in Catholic education.

This principle, rooted in Ignatian pedagogy, transcends the specifics of each school’s history. It is the thread that weaves through every classroom, hallway, and extracurricular activity.

Our schools might look different on the surface, with varying traditions, uniforms, rites of passage, personnel, graduation requirements, and the like, but we are all driven by a collective mission. This mission is to educate and form individuals who are not only knowledgeable but also compassionate, ethical, and ready to contribute positively to society. We are here to care for our students in a holistic manner. 

While each Catholic school is, in fact, unique, it is what makes us alike that defines who we are.

My passion for education is surpassed only by three other passions in my life. In order, these are 1) my family, 2) Star Trek, and 3) Superheroes.

I have consistently written about my family in the years I have maintained this blog (and its sister “publication” And There Came a Day). They are the biggest influence on my life and the most important part of it.

I wrote about Captain Kirk and Star Trek and education in an earlier post in this volume of Teach and Serve. You can track it down!

So how do superheroes factor into my educational life? 

Beyond the fact that I am sure that I love literature because I developed a love for comic books in the first grade, superheroes have played a significant role in my understanding of education. They continue to do so.

One of my favorite scenes from the 30 plus Marvel movies is actually in the maligned Iron Man 2. Tony Stark, genius, is working on devising a way to beat the virus infecting him. He has a three dimensional model of the problem before him. He is trying different permutations, struggling for an answer. That he will figure this all out is never in question. Watching him do it, however, is such fun. And, when he does, there is a euphoric release. 

I love watching smart people do smart things. The comic book stories and superhero narratives I truly enjoy are less about the fighting and battles and more about the use of wisdom and knowledge, the working through things, the figuring out of issues. 

There are hundreds of examples from comics. There are, perhaps, fewer from movies, but they are also there and are my favorite parts of the stories.

Beyond this, I have always been struck by superheroes who, in their civilian identities, are teachers and educators. 

• Black Lightning – Jefferson Pierce was an inner city high school teacher who eventually became the Secretary of Education
• Professor X – Charles Xavier founded a school, for crying out loud! Many of the X-Men were teachers there. Wolverine, in fact, was once the headmaster.
• Spider-Man – Peter Parker has been a high school teacher as well.
• Huntress – Helena Bertinelli taught elementary school – she’s the real hero!
• The Atom – Ray Palmer and Ryan Choi (who have both been the Atom) are university professors.
• Mr. Fantastic – Reed Richards is one of the most respected teachers in the Marvel Universe.

With these kinds of influences running around my mind and occupying my imagination, how could I not find my way into education?