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Posted by Amy Cloer May 12, 2006 |
Today I am recovering from dodgeball match. Yes, at age thirty-something, (late thirty something), this English teacher participated in an extracurricular activity initially meant for only the most athletic of students. I played dodgeball. Of course, I was over-confident. My team of teachers was certain that we would be able to catch a throw a ball with the best of them. We were certain that students would hesitate to bean their teachers, their dispensers of wit and wisdom, with a ball. However, our cadre of six teachers turned into five then to four. A teammate and I had to fill in the ranks with our own sons, one in the 5th and one in the 7th grade. Our opponents made it clear whom they considered a threat - the boys. They hung in there. We did not fare so well. I was hit in the face (it didn't count), in the chest and in the leg within a span of a few seconds. Oddly, we didn't win, but we had a bunch of fun, and the kids thought it was a hoot that we even tried. I will definitely play again, but this time I am going to recruit the pregnant woman on our hall. She has a built in shield, and nobody would hit a pregnant teacher...would they?
If you want to find out how you can get smacked in the face with a ball thrown by a loving student, check out my newest article New Teacher Extracurriculars