Today is last day of my volunteer gig until October rolls around- the athletic program is roughly structured around the school year, and school athletics pick up in the Spring. Even the kids who aren't playing on school teams should be playing outside in the warmer months, at any rate. On the last Saturday, we have an awards luncheon, jacket and tie and good manners are the order of the day. I'm always glad to have my Saturday mornings freed up, though I do miss seeing the kids, who are a wonderful bunch.
One thing I don't miss is the slog down on the subway- there are always construction projects on the weekend. Also, during the warmer months, Gaelic Park and Van Cortlandt Park host numerous athletic events, so the neighborhood in which I park before hopping on the 1 Train gets really congested- team buses take up a lot of space on the streets.
I always look forward to the program picking up again in October, it's always amazing to see how much taller the kids have gotten in the intervening seven months. Every year, I devote twenty weeks (with a two-week break between semesters) to pedagogy, twenty weeks in which the kids accomplish amazing things. The truly amazing things, though, happen in those intervening thirty weeks.
Time to hit the road, gotta be at my best today.