Minutes
Sleepy Eye ISD #84
Board of Education
January 9, 2024, 5:30 PM
Conference Room
Call to order: Attendance: Sandy Gonzalez (virtual), Joleen Dittbenner (virtual) Brian Nelson, Darla Remus, Casey Coulson, Adam Barka, Sheila Wurtzberger
Good News Items: Both Basketball teams are doing phenominal!! Holidays were nice
Recognition of visitors: Staff and Press
Approve Agenda M Brian Nelson 2nd Casey Coulson M/C
Election of Officers:
Chairperson: Darla Remus
Vice Chair: Casey Coulson
Clerk: Sheila Wurtzberger
Treasurer: Joleen Dittbenner
M Casey Coulson 2nd Brian Nelson M/C
Approve Committee Assignments
Riverbend: Darla Remus
CED: Sheila Wurtzberger
Br. Co. Advisory Board: Sandy Gonzalez
Vocational Programs:
Graphic Arts
Construction Trades
Agriculture: Brian Nelson
Meet and Confer 1. Sheila Wurtzberger 2. Brian Nelson 3. Casey Coulson
Negotiations 1. Darla Remus 2. Brian Nelson 3. Casey Coulson
Transportation 1. Adam Barka 2. Sheila Wurtzberger 3. Darla Remus
MNSHSL Darla Remus
Policy 1. Brian Nelson 2. Joleen Dittbenner 3. Sheila Wurtzberger
SE Schools 1. Adam Barka 2. Casey Coulson 3. Sheila Wurtzberger
Legislative Liaison Darla Remus
Staff Development Adam Barka
Food Service 1. Sheila Wurtzberger 2. Darla Remus 3. Sandy Gonzalez
CAT 1. Brian Nelson 2. Joleen Dittbenner 3. Sandy Gonzalez
Facilities 1. Brian Nelson 2. Casey Coulson 3. Adam Barka
Mascot 1. Sheila Wurtzberger 2. Joleen Dittbenner 3. Darla Remus
Approve minutes of December 13, 2023 M Casey Coulson 2nd Adam Barka M/C
Approve financial transactions and reports M Casey Coulson 2nd Brian Nelson M/C
Reports
Board: Negotiations the teachers and principal’s contract were finalized
Principal: Band and choir concert. Finished 2nd round of evaluations with non-tenured
Held department meetings in preparations of January 15th SD day. Working on a master schedule that includes every day band/choir
Superintendent: Enrollment update: Now: El: 284 HS: 243, total 527; 8/9/23: elementary: 303, HS: 259: total 562; big shift hoping some of the numbers pick up. Scheduling midterm goal setting meetings with elementary staff. Meeting with SE Mayor Pelzel: Discussion about facilities needs that potentially the city and the school could work cooperatively. Mascot Committee meetings set up 17 members are involved. Teacher contracts were finalized insurance and wages and 403B contributions were increased. Principal wages and 403B contributions were increased.
Action items
Approve the 2023-2025 SEEA Master Agreement
Approve the High School principal’s contract for the 2023-2025 school year
Accept resignation of Christi Gemmill as Concession Coordinator effective at the end of the winter sports season.
Approve Mindy Berkner as Senior HS Knowledge Bowl Coach at $802.00.
Approve Troy Vangsness as Assistant Senior HS Knowledge Bowl Coach at $715.00.
Approve open enrollment from St. Peter to Sleepy Eye. (2)
Approve the following donations: $416.36 by the SE Basketball Boosters for concession stand popcorn; $300 by the SE Basketball Boosters for the basketball coaches clinic costs. Thank you for your donations and we are greatly appreciative.
M Brian Nelson 2nd Adam Barka M/C
Next meeting is Wednesday, February 21st, 5:30PM
Adjourn. Time: 6:01 pm M Brian Nelson 2nd Casey Coulson M/C
We all have bucket lists of places we want to visit. I’ve never been to Hawaii. That is on my list. Perry, Iowa is also on it. The allure of that town in the middle of Iowa isn’t its beaches, although the Racoon River does flow through it.
Rather, it’s a unique connection between Sleepy Eye and Perry. They were both stops on Babe Ruth’s barnstorming tour in October 1922. Those two were the only small towns on a trip that included Denver and Kansas City.
I’ve talked to a couple of history buffs from Perry on the phone. The concern there was a threatened appearance by the Ku Klux Klan at the game which never occurred. The Perryites seem a little perplexed about the celebrations we have made of Babe’s visit to Sleepy Eye. But that’s just us.
I have wanted to drive down to Perry with a baseball friend but haven’t yet. Perry is 40 miles northwest of Des Moines. It is 200 miles almost straight south of Sleepy Eye, so it’d be an easy weekend. The ballfield where Ruth played is gone, but the hotel he stayed at is there. We could stay at the historic Hotel Pattee, find the location of the park, and visit with some old-timers. Maybe go to Des Moines for an Iowa Cubs game to complete our baseball pilgrimage.
A few weeks ago, my attention was caught when I heard Perry mentioned on the radio news. It was not good news. On Jan. 6, Perry was the next in a line of school shootings in the United States. It won’t be the last.
As far as school shootings go, this wasn’t as bad as some. That is small relief to the family of the sixth-grade boy and the high school principal who were killed. Ahmir Jolliff was nicknamed Smiley and had a “spirit bigger than his 11-year-old body could contain,” according to his pastor. Dan Marburger intentionally put himself in the line of fire to protect students, a truly heroic act.
Perry is far down the list of worst school shootings. Sandy Hook, Uvalde, Parkland are names seared in our consciousness, 27, 21, 17 dead. All those victims were as alive and life filled as Ahmir and Dan before their shooters arrived.
I’ve not been to Perry, but as a Midwestern town, I’m sure it is like others. Surrounded by farms, it was founded to support agriculture that was spreading west across the prairie soils of the growing country. It has a main street that has had to transition as the economy changed in the last century.
Every Midwestern town had a school, which was the center of the community and point of town pride. In many towns, the school sits empty, a historic relic. But Perry Community School has held up well, with an enrollment of 573, home of the Bluejays. Jan. 6th was the first day back to school after Christmas vacation.
Perry is similar in many ways to my town and your town. The unspoken message of the shooting there is that a school shooting can happen anywhere. But we knew that. Anywhere in the United States that is. School shootings are almost nonexistent everywhere else in the world.
Whenever one of these happens, immediately we hear there needs to be emphasis on mental and emotional health.
But does the United States have a monopoly on unstable and disturbed people?
No, we don’t. What we do have is guns, lots of them.
The United States has 120 firearms per one hundred persons. That is more than double the next country on the list, the Falkland Islands. Most other countries have less than 10. It’s a massive difference.
Is it a coincidence that the country with by far the most guns has the most school shootings?
Do you think so?
I admit, I’ve not used guns a lot myself. I didn’t grow up hunting. Outside of the occasional farm skunk and tin can, I’ve not shot much.
I don’t dislike guns in the right places and in the right hands. I have many friends who do hunt, and I have great respect for sportsmen and women. They lead efforts to protect the environment as they work to maintain habitat for wildlife.
I knew my son had an interest in hunting, and I bought him a .22 rifle for his 16th birthday. When he went into the National Guard, I enjoyed hearing about his training with the various weapons soldiers use.
In my lifetime, there has been a large shift in gun ownership. Less people hunt and there are less guns for that. But there has been a massive explosion in handguns. The purchasers of those handguns seldom had hunting in mind. Rather, it was with their personal security in mind.
All those guns purchased with security in mind have done a funny thing. Americans are more likely to die by gun violence than anywhere else on Earth that is not at war. That is a combination of homicide, suicide, and accidental shootings, all of which are higher here than anywhere else.
In addition to 145 million handguns in the United States, there are 20 million AR style weapons in circulation now. These automatic shooting machines are the weapons of choice for school shooters.
Shouldn’t all of this cause a reasonable discussion about guns, perhaps limiting their proliferation? The licensing and safety standards of driving a car are much greater than owning a gun.
Like too many things, guns have become politicized. If you are a Republican, you can never vote for any type of gun control, no matter that a majority of Americans support it. I have voted for many Republicans in the past. But on this issue, they are simply trapped. Most are pro-life and pro-gun. Guns have become the leading cause of death of American children. Those bullets are decidedly not pro-life.
The next time there is school shooting, we know several things that will happen. There will be calls for gun control. Those will quickly be dismissed by “guns rights advocates.” And the humor website The Onion will post this headline: “‘No Way to Prevent This’ Says Ony Nation Where This Regularly Happens.”
I still hope to visit Perry someday. It’s not a large town, so I will get past the school. I will offer up a prayer when I do.
We had kids in the house again. It was a trip back in time. One forgets what it’s like to share bathrooms and use all those dishes.
Our children floated back home to live on and off as young adults between school and jobs, but they’ve been gone for a while. Now they live in far-flung places and getting them together is not common. Abby was here from Bogota, Colombia, and Ezra from Denver. We spent time with Anna who is comparatively close in Rochester.
As for the time with kids, as they say, the days are long, and the years are short.
Having kids at home as adults is interesting. There are remnants of them being a kid, and they might as well be eight again as you explain something to them. Then a while later, they are teaching you something that they learned out in the big world.
You each carry a bag full of memories around the house. It’s the same memories, but wildly different in the perspective of parent and child. We had time to compare notes about those memories. There are things I would do differently if I were raising them again. That’s the same for any large task we might do. We aren’t perfect people; we aren’t going to be perfect parents.
Our children seem not to have been too damaged by their upbringing, so I took heart in that.
One evening I was driving with Abby and Ezra, and they began debating whether each was more like mom or dad. What qualities had they inherited from each of us?
They included their older sister in the evaluations. I was not part of the conversation. It was like I wouldn’t be capable of understanding what it’s like to be one of our children. Which I’m not.
While they were home, we spent time with relatives and friends who have little kids. Observing parents with young children is exhausting. To a certain age, kids demand the full-time attention of someone older. You forget that. They don’t know much at ages 2 or 3. What they do know is just enough to get themselves into trouble.
I knew these parents as little kids, so it was coming full circle to see them chase around their own. I noticed how a parent of that aged child has the ability to carry on an adult conversation at the same time they are tracking their little one. It’s as if a young parent can be two people at once.
So, I was around children who were children and adults who I knew as children. I wondered, in 20 years, how will these kids evaluate the qualities they inherited from their mom and dad. Twenty years seems long. But it depends if you are counting by long days or short years.
In these gatherings, it was common for someone to pull out their phone and take pictures or video. Mostly these were of the children who are gosh-darn cute, except for the occasional meltdown close to nap time. Nobody wants a video of that.
I could probably count on two hands the black and white photos there are of me as a child: Baptism, First Communion, holidays. A few friends’ parents had 8-millimeter cameras. Most of the film I’ve seen from that time are seconds long.
I don’t how well all these things on phones will be preserved. But there is the potential that children today will have many hours of video of them in their growing-up years.
What would it be like to see so much of your young self?
If one watched hours of film of yourself as a toddler, could you figure some things out about the adult you became?
All this touches on the debate of nature vs. nurture. We owe our physical selves to genes we got from our parents. But what of our personality? In the car, Abby and Ezra were assigning qualities from my wife and I that each of them had as if it were a draft. “You got this. Okay, I got this.”
It’s not what you think about when you have young kids. You’re just trying to get everyone fed, the dishes done, and the kids to bed. But it is in those busy and often chaotic moments that parents are teaching. Ninety nine percent of teaching goes on when we aren’t thinking about teaching.
Spending time with current and former kids, I was reminded how valuable childhood is. It’s only a part of our life, one we can’t remember much, but it sets us up for everything that follows.
We are equal in that we all have a childhood, and we only get one. Childhoods are not equal though. Being a child in a safe, loving, enriching environment can’t be overvalued. We agree that every child deserves that. Sadly, not every child will have that. There are many reasons that can go wrong.
As a society, we need to do what we can to buffer the bad situations. That’s why thoughtful, reasoned discussion about housing, hunger, and healthcare are important. We should expect that of our leaders, not the cantankerous arguing we seem to get lately.
A child who is intentionally harmed and their childhood damaged is beyond sad. I can’t unsee the pictures Abby has sent from Gaza where over 10,000 children have been murdered. Those are children who had nothing to do with October 7th.
I am deeply Catholic, but the horrors of the abuse scandal can’t be put into words. There have been apologies and retribution, but those have come haltingly. The work of healing needs to continue. All of us need to envision a better way to be a church going forward. That is just beginning.
Abby and Ezra flew to their homes on Monday. It’s back to Pam, me, and two cats. We’re a little tired and a little sad.
Daughter Abby is home for a month. She can work from here and took vacation around the holidays. It’s pleasant to have that bird back in the empty nest.
Abby has lived on three continents since leaving home. She’s spent time in wonderful places: Paris, Geneva, and Bogota. Everywhere, she found young and exciting people to hang out with. I worried that a month in Sleepy Eye with aging parents might bore her. Pam and I, after all, count a trip to the grocery store as a big day.
I’m not that interesting a person in the normal course of events. Then, to make matters worse, I spent the week between Christmas and New Year’s in various states of unwell. Cold and fluey symptoms crept over me which led to me “being sick.” I was even less fun and interesting.
It never got terrible, but I spent a few hours in bed feeling achy, yecky and blah. Those terms are descriptive, although not medically accurate.
I don’t do “sick” well. Knock on wood, I don’t get sick often. When I do, my wife says I can be sort of a baby. That’s probably true. I quickly turn toward self-pity. Mae West famously said, “I’ve been rich, and I’ve been poor, and rich is better.” Well, I’ve been healthy, and I’ve been sick, and healthy is better.
Covid was a large reminder that an unseen world holds power over our lives. Microbiology is the study of tiny creatures that live around us. Some of them live in us. Viruses, bacteria, algae, fungi, slime molds, and protozoa aren’t visible to our eyes. They outnumber us by a ridiculous amount. They were here long before us and will be long after we’re gone. They’re simple lifeforms, but impressive in their ability to survive and thrive.
It’s only in recent human history that we became aware of these fellow travelers. Science learned of viruses a little more than a century ago. I knew that it was some sort of virus that caused my misery. And that it passed to me on the breath of someone I crossed paths in the days before.
Knowing it was a virus didn’t help me feel any better, but it gave causation to my runny nose and coughing. Before microscopes, my state of discomfort would have been ascribed to what? Bad luck? Punishment for my sins? Weakness of mind or body?
Christians believe there is an unseen devil who can mess with our lives. It’s too bad there is no instrument to tell us when he is near. Continued bad behaviors by our species is proof.
The virus that infected me has likely been prowling the Earth for as long as our species has existed. It is part of the delicate concoction of life forms that mingle on the surface of this planet. We can curse their existence, but they have purpose beyond our understanding. It’s like cursing mosquitoes. Nature needs mosquitoes, and our discomfort with them isn’t the point.
When one of these viral hitchhikers hops along for a ride, a great pushing and shoving match inside us ensues. The virus wants to move in. Meanwhile, gallant white blood cells want to evict them ASAP. That’s our immune system. We cannot appreciate enough a healthy immune system. If we don’t have one, we’re not going to be around long.
A gradually declining immune system is one of those darn things that happens as we get older. Living healthily will have benefits, but still our bodies will weaken with age. We don’t live forever, so it is part of our demise.
I tested for Covid and was negative for that. Last time I was sick was in 2020, and that was Covid in its early crazy spreading days. That was when people were dying as Covid was a new bug that our bodies hadn’t developed any resistance to. I suspect the bug that hit me near Christmas was one my white blood cells had seen before. They were prepared for this fight.
This was one of those that toggled between a cold and a flu. One hour it felt more like an annoying cold, where I should stay on my tasks. The next hour it felt like flu, and I needed to lay down. Breathing was about all I could accomplish in those moments. As I grew tired through the day, I felt worse. Our defense mechanism which has energy in the morning hours wears out by dusk.
Steve Canon, WCCO radio guy, referred to a cold/flu as having the “alien.” That feels about right. Once the alien has moved in, it’s all about symptoms. “Symptoms” is another word for “all the ways you can feel crappy.”
For several days, my most noteworthy symptom was a runny nose. “Runny nose” is a euphemism for something that if your nose were a faucet, you’d call your plumber immediately. When you are so afflicted, there are not enough Kleenexes in the world, much less your bedroom.
At times, my uncooperative nose teamed with a cough. Coughs don’t make sense. No matter how much you don’t want to cough, you do. And the more you don’t want to, the more you do.
Both these symptoms make it difficult to sleep. And the less you sleep, the sicker you feel. And the sicker you feel, the less you sleep. Talk about your vicious cycle.
The alien can express itself with nausea and a headache. I was thankful to not deal with those. I have in the past, but they have often followed a night of over-consumption. Those are regrettable, but not the fault of viruses. There is only myself to blame.
We pass these viruses back and forth between us. The days before my cold/flu, Abby and I were out a couple of nights in New Ulm. Mixing with people there was a likely source. Someone somewhere was contagious.
The guilty party probably didn’t know. It is a clever strategy of viruses to spread readily in the early hours of infection. Those bugs know how to get around. I’ll try not to breathe on you.