I’m a day late on the “Slice of Life” Tuesday challenge from Two Writing Teachers, but that’s ok because it seems like I’ve been off for a while now on a lot of things.
Yesterday, yesterday was an awful day. I managed to pick a fight with both my wife AND daughter, which proceeded into those two fighting. My plans fell apart in class. My dog ran away and my truck broke down too (0k, not the last two, because if that were the case, I’d have a country music mega-hit on my hands!). But to top off the day, I had a student come to me saying girls weren’t going to come out for basketball because of my coaching style.
A little background, I’ve been coaching jr. high girls basketball forever, well, 17 of 22 years of teaching. I coached a year of varsity basketball in when we live in Alaska, but after that, it’s been this level. My way of coaching, you are in middle school, you are putting in the time and the effort, you are getting on the floor to play. I’ve lost games because the team on the floor wasn’t the best team I’ve had, but that’s how it goes. Equal playing time for the first quarter of the season and after those first games, we start the shifting away, playing top 5 – 8 girls more. However, everyone sees the floor at some point in the game, regardless of your skill level. As I write in my note to parents, this may be the last time some of the girls play basketball like this, and it’s my job to both build a team for high school, but to also make sure ALL are enjoying the sport. Well, apparently this style of coaching isn’t always appreciated, not that any person has talked to me at all. But I had a couple of questions for the person who’s in charge of scheduling, so asked about what she thought of this playing style and how I go about dealing with this, if at all.
The response was several paragraphs, both comical and insightful, but the last few sentences are what inspired this blog:
I realize you asked a question and got a thesis in return. I just want you to know I know exactly why neither one of us is sleeping at night. We have the sometime impossible job of finding a “perfect answer” in an imperfect world.Breathe and enjoy the day – My activities room door sticks, but I am here to help!