Occasionally, demographics combine and goals align and the magic of education overcomes a loud, unmistakable voice.
Such is the case for Stephen Halkiotis, Orange County Board of Education member, former Orange County Commissioner, former principal at Orange High School, former principal at C.W. Stanford Junior High (before it was a middle school), and lifelong, never-to-really-retire, (even though he is technically retired) mentor and educator.
The N.C. legislature, in a budget Gov. Pat McCrory signed, has delayed until after Jan.15 the issuance of new report cards with A-F grades for academic quality at each public school in the state. Instead of a delay, lawmakers should take this pause in implementation as an opportunity to ditch the idea entirely. It's unwise and problematic.
We are writing in reference to "Do they still know your name?" in the Chapel Hill Herald July 27.
The first thing I didn’t post on Facebook was a picture of the snake we found on the front porch. The second photo I didn’t post was a shot of my riding helmet, half-chaps, and bridle hung together on a wrought-iron rack against rough-hewn barn wood. It looked like something staged for a magazine.
No building is more beloved by the people of Hillsborough than the Colonial Inn. It was built in 1838 and originally called the Orange Hotel. Folks recognized the special nature of the hotel right off the bat. Here is part of an ad that was published by the original owner, Isaac Spencer:
A friend of mine was having a birthday, the same friend at whose home in the mountains I was staying for the summer, so I thought I’d throw her a birthday party, you know, in case I ever want to go back to the mountains and live in her house, like tomorrow, like permanently, like forever ... I’m just saying. So, in the interests of, well, my being able to do that, I won’t reveal her age -- she’s a bit sensitive about joining me in hot-flash hell -- but she was agreeable to the birthday party, as long as it was held in a meat locker because the heat has reached insanely anti-birthday levels.
Chapel Hill writer, Randi Davenport’s “The End of Always” (book from Grand Central Publishing; audio from Hachette, approximately 10 hours) plunks readers down in the immediate and intense world of 17-year-old Marie Reehs. Life is harsh enough in 1907 Waukesha, Wisconsin, but Marie recounts the sudden illness and death of her young brother, too abruptly followed by the death of her mother from “an accident” that Marie believes was a murder committed by her father.