Where’s My Classroom?
September 4th, 2009Community, Entertainment, San Angelo Neighborhoods, San Angelo Real Estate, Selling a Home Talk To MeAfter spending 32 years of my adult life as a classroom teacher and coach, I retired to start a new career as a real estate agent. It has worked out pretty well and is a very cool job. But there a couple of times a year that I really miss the old job—coaching. The beginning of a new school year is definitely one of them. I used to teach English, Government and Economics, American History, and sometimes (when the principal was really desperate) Word Geography. As a result, I am a relatively good Trivial Pursuit player and not too bad at anything else that requires knowledge of the obscure. I thought that I would just make a list of the things that I miss about being a teacher. It’s somewhat like one of Letterman’s lists—as I am trying to save the best for last, but it won’t be perfect.
• Other teachers. Teachers get an unfair rap, actually multiple raps, and get blamed for everything from “Johnny can’t read,” to failing to teach values. Teachers come in all shapes and sizes, but they get in front of a room of kids every day because they love their subject and the kids.
• Fall and, believe it or not, football. High school football season always starts as a time of possibility. Kids believe that they can make something wonderful happen in their lives if they just believe and work. You know what? Often they can, and not just in football.
• Being a teacher. Teaching is a buzz every day when done right. Watching lights go on, seeing someone get excited about Shakespeare or understanding the Constitution is a special thing.
• The gym. I was a high school basketball coach for over thirty years. I spent about 200 days a year in a gym. There is nothing quite like a good one. The smell of crowds and popcorn, the sound of a leather ball hitting the wood floor, the squeak of pair of basketball shoes, and the sweet harmony of a tightly spinning ball swishing through a net. Gyms are great places. My ten-year-old son told me that the only bad thing about me retiring as a coach was that I no longer “had a gym.” He was right.
• Coaches. I miss them all. The football guys with their matching outfits; the track coaches with their ever-present stop watches; the volleyball coaches, who really have the best jobs, because not one of the dads has a clue about what is going on; tennis and golf coaches, and any other one you can name, because they have a passion for what they do. Great people
• Buses. Yellow dogs. Hounds. Getting on one always meant that you were going someplace special. Nothing is better than walking onto a field or better yet into a gym with a bunch of kids who were ready to give their all in pursuit of victory.
• Referees. Really good people. I have said some awful things to many of them. My only defense is that I was always right about the call—but not about them. By the way, I am kidding about that “always right” stuff.
• Players. Coaching kids was a blessing. I am glad that I was able to do it for so long and achieve some measure of success.
Anyway, that is what was great about being a teacher/coach. Hey, life changes, and my life continues to be great. I am thinking tonight about all of those students/players that I had the good fortune to be around and the special opportunity to be called “Coach” in my lifetime.
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