Opinion

My name is Daniel Haygood, sophomore of Quincy High School. “The” Quincy High School. The school I attend now is a Western Association of School and Colleges (WASC) accredited, quality, caring school. And that’s the way I want to keep it. Along with the other 800 students of Plumas County.

Our beloved teachers are in immediate danger of losing their jobs, but we are the real victims. Over the past few years, newer teachers have made a transition into our community. They are vital to our education and growth as a school. But it is every single teacher who holds as much weight in our education as Dr. Segura and Mr. Harris themselves.

Dear PUSD board members:

I attended the Feb. 22 board meeting, but I had to leave early. I am thankful that I left. It is unreasonable to have a board agenda that “saves” the major issue until the end of the night. It was my understanding that the layoff vote was not announced until almost 11 p.m.

The paper ran an editorial that discussed the poorly planned agendas and the fact that attendees are held hostage waiting for news of important items. Clearly, the paper’s message was ignored.

At the previous board meeting the personnel vote regarding layoffs was carried over to the special meeting scheduled for Feb. 22. Many people attended these meetings for that particular item. I know that you do not set the agenda, but I wish that you would discuss the placement of items of public interest on future agendas.

On March 3, 1993, Mike Taborski hired me to be a part-time employee for the Feather River Bulletin. Now, 19 years later, he has hired me to be a part-time employee for the Portola Reporter. It’s good to be home.

Though I must admit that yesterday I was having second thoughts as I eyed the white expanse that was my driveway. About midway through shoveling the accumulated snow, my husband (who was at our home in Redding) called to say that it had been windy and he was thinking about skimming the leaves from the pool. Hmmm … leaves vs. snow … I must admit to having a brief moment of “What was I thinking?”

A friend of mine says he has 2,032 friends.

I checked. He’s not lying.

Some of them he said he even knows. A few he’s actually met.

Remember the days when friends were flesh-and-blood buddies we called and hung out with on the weekends?