I would go to Calvert in a heart beat, IF they had a position for my wife, and they do not.
I've worked for just two administrators like her--Bill Faircloth (Bwd) and Clarence Church (Hermleigh). Those three are winners.
In preparation for her first administrative position, she offered my son, 170 pounds of pure football muscle, $10 a pop if he would let her practice on his rear with the new board she had made. He thought he was getting paid 30 or 40 easy bucks. She reached back and let loose a thunderous wallop that shook him down to his toe bones. The last time I saw him move that fast was against Logan Scarlett in the '05 semis. He didn't want a second.
At one large school she principaled a few years later, she administered 1,400 pops in one year. And each one was after two strikes according to their school policy. In other words no corporal punishment until strike three.
Her most memorable experience at that school was the day Buford (fictional name) was sent to her office for the fifth or tenth time that semester. Buford was a 270 pound six foot five inch eighth grader who looked like Mike Tyson's son. You know the kind with six layers of folded skin on the back of his neck. After discussing the consequencies with him, she walked around the desk with her board in hand to start the routine. As she turned the corner Buford stood up with clinched fists and bugged eyes and said, "Miss E., your not going to use that on me this time".
She recalled later to me how her mind was flooded with two emotions--primordial fear and intense anger. Fear that he was about to punch a hole thru her face, and anger at the thought of backing down and having to pack her bags and apply at the local Sonic if she did. Before she could finish her thought she realized they were standing an inch from each other, face to chest. At that life altering moment she looked up into his massive face and said, "Buford, if you hit me you better be prepared to hit me more than once, cause I am not going to back down from you...I don't care how big you are".
After what seemed like an eternity he stepped back, opened his fists and told her, Miss E., please don't hit me as hard as you did last time. After the affliction, she shook his glove-sized hand as always, and he hugged her and asked her to forgive his behavior.
They became good allies after that episode, and she eventually asked him to become one of their hall monitors, a position held only by honorable eighth graders who displayed exemplary trust and responsibility.
That kind of reputation scares some folk. At Follett when the parents heard about her reputation, many signed a school release disallowing corporal punishment to be used on their precious babies. Some of those babes were big, strapping athletes. She was a 5'5" brute.
We got some pretty good laughs from that dynamic. ((