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Friday, February 23, 2007

Boys & Girls Club of SLHS

The students don’t even have school today. It’s a professional development day, but I have jury duty. Wish me luck on that. I just came in this morning to check my box for anything important. I should have slept in because there wasn’t. I should have known better. There was nothing but press from our sports teams—fund raisers, schedules, eligibility sheets, and whatnot. While glancing at these there was something bothering me.

How come when I was in high school, we were always referred to as the boys’ and girls’ varsity, but today coaches refer to the teams as men’s and women’s? That may seem like a little thing to you, but I’m all for setting up speed bumps to keep these kids from accelerating into adulthood, no matter what it is. So for now, let’s keep referring to them as children.

These kids are confused as it is. For example, just because you’re involved in impregnation doesn’t mean you’re an adult. I’m talking to you, starting center of the varsity football team and star setter of the volleyball team… and softball catcher… from when starting center and setter were on a break….

Anyway, I’m rambling, but I’ve got to get going. Wish me luck.

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