The Consequences of Loss

I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
--Skee-Lo, "I Wish"

This past week has been one of frustration, anger, joy, anticipation, and humility.

The frustration and anger well from a situation at school that, while not providing any detail, I can tell you involved the administration deciding to make me do something with an organization that I sponsor that I felt (and told them) was unethical. In a way it was sadly humorous, since the situation involved everyone acting in such a stereotypically expected manner (the issue involved a student athlete and special considerations) that, if I weren't leaving at the end of the year, I might have left anyway. I know this is just mysterious alluding to nothing you can really make sense of, suffice it to say that I lost much respect for many people this week. But, at the same time, I felt good about the way I handled myself in the situation. Yeah! Points for me.

The joy and anticipation came from practicing and waiting for the staff-student b-ball game. We were pretty confident in oursleves as game day approached, and, in order to increase excitement, we all talked as much smack to the students as we could. It was a blast. The game was great fun, and we raised $1200. for the Peace Conference, which we can all, students and staff, be proud of. Alas, after a first half that saw the students up only 31-29, their young legs got the best of us, and they pulled away for a 57-41 victory. And so, since several of the teachers (including myself) agreed to shave our heads if we lost, Monkey just finished carving me a mohawk. Thus the humility.



I don't know how this will play out on Monday, but it is a bit wierd to Monkey and I right now. Plus, after a warm week, it snowed this morning, so, my head is pretty cold.

Bet you never thought you'd see that, did'ya?