My life in blog form

Sports banquets

I’ve just returned home from one of the LONGEST days of the school year: sports banquet night.

In years past, the cheerleaders are part of the boys basketball banquet.  That typically consists of me making a long speech about how cheerleaders really ARE athletes to a group of parents, board members, and basketball players who really not only could give a hoot about the cheerleaders, but if they actually DID pay attention for a minute, might actually stand up and protest my speech.

People don’t my cheerleaders very seriously, but I must say, I can’t remember the last time I saw any of them toss another person 10 feet into the air, or hold them there for that matter.  Let’s not get into the argument.  Let’s just admit that my girls work hard – work DAMN hard at their sport – and for that, they deserve a little bit of the respect other sports teams get in our school (and I am specifically referencing the teams deemed by our culture to be the most important even when they can’t complete a pass all season).

Since the school is trying to show support to both male and female athletes, it expects cheerleaders to cheer boys and girls home games.  Let’s also not get into the fact that this saves the school a crapload of money on away busses, which I’m pretty sure is the real reason we have weeks where we are at school four nights in a row from 6-10 pm cheerleading….What’s the point of attending the boy’s banquet?  We cheer both boys and girls.  So this year, we’ve done the unthinkable:  we’ve decided to hold our own banquet, and it was a total success.  We had 40 people there!  At most basketball banquets, I’m lucky if all of the girls show up, with maybe a handful of parents.  It was nice to have a laidback evening where I didn’t feel pressured to give a long speech and justify what my girls did all season.  Their parents knew.
Here we all are after taking first place at a local competition!


Coaching a spring sport

I always get that flyer in my mailbox every winter.  The one that asks if I want to coach a spring sport, and the opportunitites are endless in a small school like mine.  They are always looking for modified coaches, assistant track coaches, and just about every year a position opens up for some crazy who wants the varsity position.  And while I love sports, and I love working with kids, and I love spring, I don’t think I would love another season of late nights and lost personal time.

Taking a year off from field hockey was one of the best decisions I have ever made.  Frankly, I don’t know how parents find he time to teach/work, coach, and see their little ones.  I just don’t think it is for me.  Take today for example:

I left work at 3:30 (we’re dismissed at 2:55, but I can’t remember the last time I was out the doors at 3.  Maybe a couple of months ago when I had a late doctor’s appointment?)

Stopped at the bank, cashed my paycheck from Thursday (two snow days in a row will do that to ya!) and paid some bills.

Came home and changed into my workout gear and made a delicious egg beater for a snack (I’m taking a weight training class at 7).

Sat down to type this blog.  After a good trip to the gym tonight, I’ll sit down, grade papers, send out some e-mails, and get to bed for a good night’s rest, ready to start a new day!


Now normally, I would be at school coaching.  Coaching would end at five.  I would head back to my classroom, where my desk would be filled with papers and so on that need filing, organizing, etc.  I might stay till six trying to get caught up on grading, but hunger would eventually take over.  (Someday I’ll take a picture of my food drawer – a spoonful of peanut butter usually helps me make it through the ride home.)

I’ll head home, get a snack, MAYBE get to the gym, but then the moment of truth comes: it’s 7:30 -8:00 and I’ve yet to get any papers graded, e-mails out to parents or other teachers, lesson plans developed.  I’m exhausted.  I’ve already worked almost 12 hours!  So I settle for getting to bed early, figuring I’ll get 7 hours of sleep, get up early, head to school and grade papers BEFORE classes begin.

And that’s not game days.  Game days, there’s no sense in coming home. I just stay at school and work/eat dinner until it’s time to warm up an get ready for the game.  Away games require a bus ride that starts at three and returns to the school around 10-11 o’clock at night, followed by a 30 minutes car ride home (and that’s when all the parents are there on TIME to pick their children up, otherwise, I have to wait at the school.)  If you haven’t figured it out, I forgo gym on game nights…)

How about you?  Do you coach?  Are you thinking about coaching?  Don’t get me wrong, there’s plenty of rewarding experiences that come along with coaching.  I’ve formed incredible relationships with my athletes, and I’ve learned so much about myself along the way.