|Diego Fuchs at about two months old, in the summer of 2003|
During football season, this is my quiet time at work. The students and teachers pile out between 4:10 and 4:45, and I'm actually able to sit, and work my way, undisturbed, through what's left on my "to-do" list until having to make my way over to the stadium to stand on the sidelines, greet and "watch" our student section and try not to cheer too obviously for our Raiders.
It occurs to me to do something that I've never done before. I begin to script an email to my eldest son, Diego. I can do this, because we have enrolled our children in the district where I work, and all middle schoolers (Diego is in sixth grade now) are automatically given a student email address, which stays with them throughout the remainder of their school careers.
The workload facing Diego far surpasses anything he's ever had to deal with before. He takes Language Arts, World Cultures, Science and Math, along with a journalism elective, art and Physical Education. It has been tough, but so far he is handling his business, as they say, and maintains a good average. So I write him this email, whose subject line reads "GOOD JOB!" :
Hi Diego, it's Dad.
Just wanted to take a moment to let you know that I think you're doing a great job. Mami and I both appreciate how hard you have been working, and yes, we are always going to push you to be even better, because we KNOW YOU CAN DO IT!
And we always will.
|A more recent shot of Diego Fuchs, class of 2021.|