Almost, but not quite

So, I successfully coached my first ever athletic event. We didn't win, but I don't really care - it was still fun, and the kids' attitudes made it all worthwhile. Two of our boys placed 1st & 3rd overall - not bad!! The 1st place guy will probably always be 1st in every meet - he's that fast. Amazing to watch, and he's not at all braggy about it, which makes it even more admirable, in my opinion.

The best part was watching them support each other. They constantly cheered each other on. One of our girls was one of the last to finish, and as she came around the last leg, 5 or 6 of our team not only cheered her on, but ran with her the last 1/4 mile to help her finish. I almost cried, but didn't. I know, I'm such a girl.

More evidence to the aforementioned claim is my reaction to an unwanted guest. I heard a familiar "snap" this evening and went to investigate. Sure enough, a mousetrap I'd left out from last winter had caught an ugly little field mouse. I love all of God's creatures, but copraphagic rodents are not on my list of desirable cohabitants. I successfully caught 4 (yes, four) of the intruders last winter, and certainly don't want the cycle to start again.

I'm asking my students to collect & bring me cat hair for homework this weekend. It's probably not the most sanitary living situation to have cat fur scattered about the baseboards, but it's a heck of a lot more bearable than a living, breathing, beady-eyed mouse crawling about my apartment. Eww.

Arrrrrrrggghh. I can just hear my mother, "Oh, don't be so dramatic!" I can't help it. I'm surrounded by 13-year-olds most of my waking hours.