About a month before the school year started, I was informed by a text message that I had been drafted into the Staff Mustache Race. As Knutson said, “there are no winners in a mustache contest”; here they were on the last day of ‘stashness:
Yes, that is a month’s worth of lip hair growth on my face. Yes, I know it’s barely visible. Yes, it is bald in the middle. Yes, I am ashamed.
Grades are submitted, all valuables and electronics are locked away. Now all that is left is to turn off the lights and lock the door. Another school year has come and gone.
At the high school we’re admist the last two days of school which are taken up by 90-minute periods for finals. My juniors and seniors have a final over the play-version of 12 Angry Men, and my sophomores are giving their “How-To” speeches. This term had been the first time that I had my juniors and seniors read a long, drawn out play; surprisingly they really liked it. I’m not sure if it was because it was a courtroom drama or the many undertones of racism, economic division, and murder. The proof that they really understood and liked the play came with the final; usually there are people who struggle through the final and skip questions. Out of all of my juniors and seniors, only one question was skipped.
We’ll have to see how my sophomores do tomorrow; the good thing about about the “How-To” speeches are that the majority of the students tend to make something to eat. This year we have a milkshake, smoothie, turkey/ham sandwhich, top ramen, and a rootbeer float for speech topics. The students always get into these speeches because it is far more interesting for them to watch than a regular old expository speech, although, they do get a certain amount of devilish enjoyment out of seeing people squirm and writhe with the impromptu speeches.
In all seriousness, I don’t think I am prepared for this school year to end. It snuck up on me from behind. For some sick, unhealthy reason, I’m kind of at a loss for this school year to be through. Of course, I am looking forward to summer and the time off, but I have always enjoyed being around my students (for the most part) and I look forward to seeing them on a daily basis. But that’s alright, there are 83 days left until school retarts.
It has been a while since I’ve posted about my race for less of me. I definitely ran into some trouble, I had stopped seeing negative numbers, not that I was seeing positive ones, I just wasn’t gaining or losing. People had said that it was just my plateau, however, I think I have to disagree. The wall I hit was me, I relaxed how closely I was watching what I eating, there were defintely some days when I didn’t enter a complete day’s worth of food and other days when I didn’t enter anything at all. After a little self-recorrection, I think I’m back on track.
I was surprised this morning. I came in at 258.5 pounds. When I first saw that, all I saw was the ‘eight,’ and I though, “how the hell could I have gained almost 7 pounds over night? After a closer examination, I saw that it was “58” not “68” I was literally standing on the scale in all my glory, staring at my feet saying, “wow.” However, being the skillful pessimist that I am, I didn’t believe. All the possibilities ran through my head, “Maybe you weren’t on the scale all the way. Maybe you were accidentally leaning against something. Maybe the scale is in one of the grooves of the linoleum.” It’s funny how I instantly go through every possible option besides: “I lost the weight.” So I weighted myself again: 258.5 pounds. After that I’m starting to believe. I went through my routine, took my shower, got my contacts in, and just to triple-check, I weighed myself again: 258.5 again. Now I’m a believer. I’m starting to take on the feeling of doing something good and being proud of myself. I think I’ve been resisting that because I have always had the sneaking suspicion that when I start to be proud of myself, that’s when I let myself slip. But I’ve never done anything like this before, so hopefully I’m beyond that.
Sadly, I had a whole post in already in draft form in my head about when I hit 260 pounds. I was going to post a picture of my license and say: “I am now offically my license weight, I have never actually been my license weight. My license weight was a lie, but I finally made an honest license out of it.” …But, I went right through 260, thankfully. However, once again, my license is a liar, for the first time in my life, my license says I weigh more than I actually do. Personally, I think that’s certain shade of awsome.
In other “repetitious self-congratulations”: Yesterday was the last day for seniors at CGHS. I had a lot of my students that I’ve taught come through, say goodbye and take pictures… which was great. Even my football players came by to make a couple of last jokes and give a hug (with the “man-slap” on the back, of course). But what really touched me was that there were a lot of students I had never coached or taught that came to say goodbye to me, to give a hug and take a group picture with. These were just kids that I had just casually talked to in the halls once in a while, or I knew them through one of their friends. Apparently, I had made a big enough impression that they wanted me to know. As sappy as it sounds, that was really important for me, it makes me feel as though I’m doing a good job and that I make a difference even if I don’t see them in my classroom or on the football field.
I think I’m pretty lucky to have my job.
From the looks of it, as of 9am on Monday morning I will be gainfully employed. It will be weird working a job where I don’t have an apron or certain shirt that I have to wear to work.
I have to admit, I have been kind of reserved and timid as far as the prospect of having this job–I think that spawns from not knowing what it is going to be like or what is actually being asked of me. Although, after my meeting with the Super Intendent and other administration, I have a great feeling about taking this job. It was a nice lively, friendly meeting, even though running through my head was: “Hi Super Nintendo Chalmers”.
Its a very nice district, small and appears to be tight knit–almost brand new high school, it is the same one Miller student taught at, I’ve been trying to get a hold of him to tell him, but you know as Miller says, “Miller and answering or being polite by returning phone calls… don’t mix.” Of course, that would get the obligatory Miller response of, “Uh… ya know what… the phone is dead.” It’s always dead.
Miller aside, I finally feel excited about this, maybe it’s just the buzz from seeing that I’ll have an income, regardless the panic has subsided.
Received the call today from South Lane School District, by the grace and virtue that is unbeknownst to me, they offered me the job.
Tomorrow, I’ll call them up and tell them that they can take their stinking job and sign me up for it. on top of 16 credit hours of course work. It should be interesting. at least.