So, I'm back! I know I was missed by one and all ... or at least i would like to hope that I was. It seems that life has again caught up to me and pulled me kicking and screaming into its cold death-like grip. really all this means is that school has started back up and I am once again teaching full time to a bunch of 16-18 year-old-kids.
While this is, in its own right, a good enough reason to question the very purpose behind mans existence (there really are people in this world who should not have procreated), I have opted to punish myself further (because everything else I have done this year warranted so much praise) by taking on the job of coaching the girls JV volleyball team. Now, before you say "that doesn't sound too bad" I must inform you that I have the athletic skill and coordination of a vegetable. And, to top it all off, I have never coached anything more challenging than how to take a nap. (in case you are wondering the steps are pretty simple 1)find a comfortable position to lay down. 2)close your eyes. 3)wait until you wake up refreshed. Odds are you won't know when you actually fell asleep, but I promise at some point you did.)
Coaching has been an interesting experience. Once again, I feel like a perv (and it is completely unintentional and not anything that I or anyone else is doing to cause it) because I am the only male working with 35 girls. There are two other female coaches, but for them its not a big deal. Here is an example of what I have to deal with. If you watch volleyball at all, you will know that their uniforms typically consist of a pair of very short spandex shorts called "spankeys" (I hate that name) and a sleeveless top. While the top poses no problem, the shorts are another issue all together. Basically they are about the same length as a pair of underwear and none of the girls wear anything underneath them to avoid unsightly "lines". This means that I basically get a free show anytime they are stretching or warming up.
Now, I am not one to let snatch go unappreciated, but when it is underage I don't want anything to do with that, and seeing as I was accused of inappropriate relations with a student my first year of teaching (a claim which was unfounded and nearly cost me my job and career), I tend to be very guarded and cautious about these things. Anyway, I was walking to the gym where the girls were practicing and as I approached the doors another teacher walked out and said "this has to be an exciting job for you, getting to watch all these cute young girls stretch and workout!" To which I replied "not really, it actually makes me really uncomfortable."
I'm sure the comment was innocent and not meant to be taken offensively, but I have to admit that I was a little perturbed by what was said. It made me feel even more creepy about the situation and uncomfortable. I'm not sure why (maybe because I am guilty of something that I am repressing unconsciously) but It seems that lately everyone has to remind me that I am too old for most girls but too young for the rest. (Or maybe it is just the area that I am living in.) I had one lady point out to me that though her niece was very cute and very single, she was also "much too young" for me despite the fact that she was 20.
Granted, I am 30 going on 31 in about a month, but I don't think that makes me too old at all! If anything I feel it makes me aged to near perfection.
Oh well, I'll live ... right?
I went to see the movie "Gamer" tonight. I have quite a bit to say about it, but as it is 2:00 in the morning I am going to call this a good post and bid you all good night.
Cheers,
Price
While this is, in its own right, a good enough reason to question the very purpose behind mans existence (there really are people in this world who should not have procreated), I have opted to punish myself further (because everything else I have done this year warranted so much praise) by taking on the job of coaching the girls JV volleyball team. Now, before you say "that doesn't sound too bad" I must inform you that I have the athletic skill and coordination of a vegetable. And, to top it all off, I have never coached anything more challenging than how to take a nap. (in case you are wondering the steps are pretty simple 1)find a comfortable position to lay down. 2)close your eyes. 3)wait until you wake up refreshed. Odds are you won't know when you actually fell asleep, but I promise at some point you did.)
Coaching has been an interesting experience. Once again, I feel like a perv (and it is completely unintentional and not anything that I or anyone else is doing to cause it) because I am the only male working with 35 girls. There are two other female coaches, but for them its not a big deal. Here is an example of what I have to deal with. If you watch volleyball at all, you will know that their uniforms typically consist of a pair of very short spandex shorts called "spankeys" (I hate that name) and a sleeveless top. While the top poses no problem, the shorts are another issue all together. Basically they are about the same length as a pair of underwear and none of the girls wear anything underneath them to avoid unsightly "lines". This means that I basically get a free show anytime they are stretching or warming up.
Now, I am not one to let snatch go unappreciated, but when it is underage I don't want anything to do with that, and seeing as I was accused of inappropriate relations with a student my first year of teaching (a claim which was unfounded and nearly cost me my job and career), I tend to be very guarded and cautious about these things. Anyway, I was walking to the gym where the girls were practicing and as I approached the doors another teacher walked out and said "this has to be an exciting job for you, getting to watch all these cute young girls stretch and workout!" To which I replied "not really, it actually makes me really uncomfortable."
I'm sure the comment was innocent and not meant to be taken offensively, but I have to admit that I was a little perturbed by what was said. It made me feel even more creepy about the situation and uncomfortable. I'm not sure why (maybe because I am guilty of something that I am repressing unconsciously) but It seems that lately everyone has to remind me that I am too old for most girls but too young for the rest. (Or maybe it is just the area that I am living in.) I had one lady point out to me that though her niece was very cute and very single, she was also "much too young" for me despite the fact that she was 20.
Granted, I am 30 going on 31 in about a month, but I don't think that makes me too old at all! If anything I feel it makes me aged to near perfection.
Oh well, I'll live ... right?
I went to see the movie "Gamer" tonight. I have quite a bit to say about it, but as it is 2:00 in the morning I am going to call this a good post and bid you all good night.
Cheers,
Price
amarillo:
yay. you're back!