Layers

Oh ladies. You know, we are going to lose our fastpitch games if you never show up to practice. We are going to lose our games if you continue to get in gang fights at school and fail your classes. We are going to lose our games if you don't learn to focus and let the other coach and I call parents and escort off the fields and stands the male gang members who are only there to harass you and wear rags. We are going to lose if you don't talk to each other on the field. We are going to lose if you hold onto your mistakes longer than you need to learn from them. We are going to lose if you give up before the last inning. We are going to lose if you don't forget about losing. We are going to lose if all you care about is winning. We are going to lose if you are more worried about how you look than being an athlete and learning. We are going to lose if you don't have fun.

More Losing

The drama that has followed this district makes me sick, because the drama and threats have only become worse lately. I'm literally queesy. Last night, before I left the school around seven (had a game), my hands were shaking as I was writing out lesson plans for the next day. I know better than to try to teach when I feel like this. For the next three days there is apparently a legitimate threat against the school. Attendance has been awful because of it. I would be totally ineffective when, if anything, my students need stability and a leader and calmness. I'll reclaim those traits after my mental health day. I will continue to relax this afternoon, drive to school to coach, take a nice long jog afterwards, relax tonight, and make these last five weeks as great as possible. I must be positive and proactive until the last inning.