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| faith |
| 03.26.04 (9:59 pm) [edit] |
Just got back from a religious retreat run by students where I teach. It was an honor to be selected--especially since everyone knows the superintendant is canning my butt.
If the 30 young men on the retreat are representative of the next generation, the world will be a good place to live in.
Comments that cannot be explained:
*big open stunned face* DOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!
"I'm not gay"
"I'll give head for happy thoughts"
"We are all taking dumps in their bathroom--they've got a nice smell there now."
"Jesus is in da house."
Upon leaving, "Oh my goodness, we almost forgot Jesus!"
For the record, Team Mark (Jarryd, Matt, Bryan, Brian, Ryan, Ned, and Jim) was simply spectacular. Given the guidance and wisdom they provided me about the future, much is owed to the young men of Team Mark.
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| Well, we lost |
| 03.13.04 (7:46 am) [edit] |
We lost. We were emotionally tight and the players wanted to win so badly. It would've been nice, too, if the other team had not been unsportsmanlike at the end. To the credit of my team--and yes, it is bragging--we said nice game and then waited on the floor while the other team piled up and waited and clapped when they were presented the Regional plaque. And we did this with grace and dignity--lessons many adults could learn from.
(With apologies to William Shakespeare)
Today is the feast of St. Anthony Volleyball:
She that remembers this day later on
Will stand tall and proud in memory
And rouse herself at the thought.
She that remembers and sees old age
Will each March eat pizza and toast friends,
And say ‘Do you remember?”
Then she will wear the tie-dye proudly
And say ‘These I wore back in ’04.”
Old women forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But she’ll remember with advantages
What feats they did that year: then will the names
Familiar in her mouths as household words
Dietz the coach, Kinkles and Schutzie,
Stevo and the Geek, McDevitt and McDevitt,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good woman teach her child;
And St. Anthony volleyball shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we team of athletes;
For she today that sweats or bleeds for me
Shall be my sister; be she ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle her condition:
And the others of Effingham not here at Pizza Man
Shall think themselves cursed they were not here,
And hold their adulthood cheap when any who where here speaks
That played volleyball here at St. Anthony.
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| Bullpups live to play another day |
| 03.09.04 (7:16 pm) [edit] |
Well, since I've been told I am fired as soon as the season is done and it is post-season time, the next loss is the end. It makes winning a bit more special I guess.
But it is really the players that are special. They have handled the situation with grace and elegance, maturity beyond that of many teens--behavior that some parents in the parish and the chief administrator should learn from.
The only mistake the kids have made is saying they play for me--and that is untrue. They mean well by it, but they play for the right reasons--to compete, to excel, to be part of a team. A coach should never ask for more than that. If young people have given 100% in any sport or activity, their school and parents should be proud.
I love them dearly--I hope they know!
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| 03.07.04 (6:59 pm) [edit] |
The next projects hit a snag. Argh. Makes me regret a couple things--failing to take more foreign languages...useful ones like German and Japanese, not the Spanish forced on you in schools here.
Also really makes me wish I had the ability to do layout and have an eye for things like that. WHat a great--and almost always unnoticed--skill.
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| happy pulaski day |
| 03.01.04 (4:26 pm) [edit] |
Illinois is a silly state. Today is a day off for schools to celebrate the well-known (hah) accomplishments of Kasimir Pulaski (who actually helped with the training of Washington's Army 200+ years ago). So why celebrate him? Because Democrats want the Polish vote in Chicago.
I guess I shouldn't complain. It's better than working on a day in the 60s--especially if they are the people who are canning you. Bitter--nah, not me.
It let me get some Jolly Roger work done though--went to Spoon River Printing and picked up the extra copies of the Cthulhu Rainy Day Activity Book. Very very cool and look great. It's funny, but so few people know about H.P. Lovecraft and his influence on people like Stephen King. He's got some great stories.
Now I just have to sell those extra copies in my pursuit of running a 100% self-sustaining publishing company.
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