I rarely saw my principals. When I was in third grade, Dr. Moss put iodine on my scraped knee, so I do know her name and what she looked like. I have no idea what the principal of my junior high looked like or what his name was, although I have a clear memory of his closed office door.

My complete ignorance about principals and what they did has resulted in my fascination with the relationships I have seen between principals in high-performing high-poverty schools and their students. I have seen principals hugged, high-fived, laughed at and laughed with.

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