Today was the last day of this semester of my volunteer gig. My coaching season runs for twenty weeks from the first weekend in October to early March. While I will miss the kids, I'll be glad to be able to take it somewhat easy on Saturdays. Today, I left the house around 8AM, and I will probably get home from work around 1AM Sunday morning. I don't have to do a blessed thing tomorrow, so I'll probably sleep until noon. More importantly, the next couple of Saturdays will be pretty nutty, the Solemn Feast of St. Patrick being next Saturday, and the following Saturday being the first ever neighborhood parade. Sorry, kids, but coach will be drunk as a skunk for the next two Saturdays (I'm going to be calling in favors at work).
Today, after the classes, we had a luncheon and awards ceremony. All of the coaches got to hang out, and accolades were handed to kids who'd excelled. Of course, there are some kids who, due to their exceptional ability and dedication, sweep a lot of these awards (and the coaches for different sports don't confer with each other beforehand). Some of the kids really stand out- in fact, our assistant director was once a program participant. Once my student, she's now my boss... actually, the real "bosses" are the high-school aged kids who usher the kids from class to class- I always make it a point to let them know that they have quite a bit of authority over us coaches, as they are the timekeepers and kidherds.
Yeah, as I said, I will miss the kids, but I've devoted almost 40% of my Saturdays to them, so I've earned my rest... and rest I'll have- for all my talk about all-night endurance tours, I'm not twenty-five anymore, and I need some recovery time these days.