Well, assistant coach. One might even say an assistant TO the track coach. When our math teacher/athletic director/PE teacher/track coach asked me to help coach track I kind of laughed at the idea. I also reacted right away with, “Probably not.” And days like today remind me why my initial reaction was no. I won’t make it home till seven today, and that’s without working on anything schoolwork related (grading, lesson planning, organizing.) Once I get home I’ll try to plan for tomorrow, work on homework for my research methods class, read the 60 pages of reading I’ve assigned to my classes for tomorrow, and grade papers from my seemingly endless stack of papers. In that way, I’m feeling a bit in over my head. And I laughed because, well, I’ve never been very good at sports, but I’m especially bad at track.
Here I am, though, helping to coach track. I keep track of their times. I haplessly teach a few of them how to throw the discus, conjuring the remaining shreds of memories I have from track my freshman year of high school almost ten years ago.
All of that being said, I’m really thankful I felt guilted into saying yes. (Yeah, it was mostly guilt… at first.) But it’s not guilt anymore. I really enjoy it. I definitely have no idea what I’m doing most of the time, but it’s really nice to take some time out of every afternoon to just relax with the students. Sometimes, I need that time to remind me that they’re human. And sometimes, I need that time to remind them that I’m human, too.
Also, I get a sweatshirt that says coach. Sweet.
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