New School Excitement, and Unexpected Realizations

I'm going to be honest. I've gotten a little bit spoiled this summer. I mean, don't get me wrong, Charley has had me up by 6:30 every morning, but we didn't have to BE anywhere until much later. That, of course, meant that we have become accustomed to lazy, slow moving mornings. Well, not anymore! I'm back at work, she's back at school, and life has returned to its normal wild and crazy state. And I like it!

Charley has been doing very well at her new school. I was a little bit nervous, because she's been out of school all summer, but it's only been a couple of days and she seems to be adjusting just fine. That's a huge relief for me! I started back at the school yesterday for new teacher training (I was hired late, so I missed the workshop last year), and I wasn't quite sure what to expect. It was actually a great training. All of the new teachers had a chance to really get to know one another. There are four new teachers (other than me) and they're all great. We did some unique getting-to-know you tasks, such as speaking to a partner, uninterrupted, for 3 minutes. It was actually hard! I talk a lot, but I'm used to having someone else participating in the conversation. I'm not a big fan of monologues! Anyway, it was fun, and definitely built camaraderie amongst the group. I was pretty worn out by the end of the day, and was happy to get into bed fairly early last night!

This morning, I was a little bit groggy, getting out of bed. Once I got up and moving, though, I found I was able to take my time getting ready, which was kind of nice. I left my house at 7:20, dropped Charley off at school, and was still at school by 7:40. That's a VERY different commute than the one I made last year! I think I'm going to like living closer to work... Anyway, we had a morning full of meetings, and then a luncheon sponsored by local businesses. We walked around, spoke to the local business owners, and got to know some members of the community. One of the businesses present was a local gymnastics facility. Of course, I couldn't just keep my mouth shut and move along like everybody else. I had to mention that I coach gymnastics! Which, in turn, lead to quite a discussion...

The gymnastics world is small. Very small. Everybody who has worked in the competitive gymnastics industry seems to know each other, or at the very least, two coaches will usually find that they share a mutual connection. Well, in speaking with this man, I learned that he knew many of the coaches that I'd trained with, and I'd likely trained with HIM at a gymnastics camp during the summer. When he asked where I'd competed, I explained that I'd been at a couple of gyms, because I followed a particular coach, Fred. Not surprisingly, this man knew Fred, and had coached with him many years ago. "Fred passed away a few years ago," he said. I tried to handle that statement casually, because I'd suspected that Fred wasn't alive anymore, but I found that as the day went on, it really got to me. Now, Fred was not the kind of coach that everybody loved. He was a tall, skinny, African-American man, who was loud, opinionated, and strict. But I adored him. As a child, I spent more time in the gym, with him, than I did at home. He became like an uncle to me, as well as the other girls on my team. Anyway, Fred was my coach for 12 years, and I attribute so many of the positive qualities I developed early on, to him. He taught me discipline, persistence, and he showed me that you don't have to be the most talented gymnast to be the most successful...You just have to work your butt off EVERY time you're in the gym. I was a good gymnast, but never the best competitor. I tended to crack under pressure. But Fred still kept me around, because he saw the potential in me, and I appreciate him for that. He'd just laugh when I fell off the beam 5 times as a 7 year old, and say, "It's okay, she'll do well on floor." He was right. I was always good on floor, mostly because I was well-trained. The news that he is no longer alive was not a huge surprise to me. I'd kind of suspected it. I mean, given the small size of the industry, and that fact that I've coached for over a decade, I should've come across him at some point. I always hoped that I would run into him at a meet, and be able to say, "I choreographed that floor routine!" and show him what I'd learned from him. I hoped I'd have a chance to thank him for impacting my life, the way he did. Unfortunately, I won't have that opportunity, but I'm confident he knew how greatly he impacted his gymnasts' lives.

Phew, so that was kind of heavy, but I felt the need to pay tribute a little bit. After the luncheon, I got to go back to the school and get some work done. I got to the school at 1:15. I had a lot of moving to do, because my classroom got switched, so I'm pretty sure I went back and forth between rooms at least 50 times. "Oh well, I don't need to go to the gym today," I thought to myself. By the time I felt like I'd done all I could do in a day, I glanced up at the clock and it was nearly 5:00! I decided I was done for the day, and went to pick up Charley. Again, Charley had a great day, and she was asked to be the Star Student of the Month for September in her new classroom! She had to answer several questions, including, the ever-exciting, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" What was Charley's answer? "A rhinoceros." I turned the TV off (she'd been watching a show about animals) and asked the question again. "A cookie-maker," she stated. A cookie-maker is better than a rhinoceros, so I went with it. Now, we're relaxing, and based on how exhausted I am at the moment, I'm thinking we'll be in bed by 9. Have a great week!