Tomorrow, the District Champion CHS Football team will be hosting a home playoff game against West Jefferson High (out of New Orleans). In honor of this HUGE event, we had a pep rally today. Yes. On a Thursday. Which means completely wild kids on Thursday because of a pep rally, and completely wild kids on Friday because it's Friday and the day of a playoff game. But I digress.
Pep rallies are interesting events to me. At Zachary, we had one for pretty much every home game. I was always... and I mean ALWAYS... that teacher HIDING from the cheerleaders so as not to get conned in to participating in any games/dance-offs/otherwise embarrassing activities. And I succeeded. For three straight years, I was NEVER caught!
Which brings us to today, when I conveniently "hid" myself in the bleachers, amidst the children, next to my sister and her friends. Most teachers don't brave the bleachers; they stand along the side wall and observe from afar. Phew, safe. Not with other teacher-y people. So when they call for 10 student volunteers, and 10 teacher volunteers, Mrs. Allen is safely hidden away in the stands.
Or not. Thank you, football players that I teach/get annoyed by/know because they're CC's friends. Thank you, CC. Thank you, varsity cheerleader from my 1st hour class. Thank you, every student who shouted "Mrs. Allen! Mrs. Allen!' Thanks to you, I had to face my worst nightmare/biggest fear/most intimidating teacher situation. I had to compete, with my colleagues, in a contest. Fortunately, it was not anything like "Who can 'Walk it Out' the best" or a pie-eating contest, or blind folded basketball. All we had to do was stand in a circle, holding hands, and pass a hula hoop from one person to the next by stepping through it.
I've got spirit. That was for you, football players that I teach. That was for you, oh Homecoming Queen/Ms. Senior/baby sister. That was for you, B.
Because I was shaking the whole time. And I thought I might throw up.
But I've got spirit.