Having other pressing stuff floating around in your head is a great distraction from your distractions. make sense?
anyway, that statement is quite true, because my emoness has been put on backburner in order for coaching matters to take precedence. speaking of which, we just had selections for the new primary 3 kids today. my boss told me to prepare a checklist that we would use to assess them. optimally, they should be quiet and serious while being assessed. but, as you've probably guessed, nature tends to chuck a wrench into plans, even (or maybe especially) the best laid ones. to call the evaluation "chaotic" would be just about right. i swear, kids running all around the country and yelling at the tops of their voices do not a pleasant session make. more than once, i found myself wishing that i could be as violent to them as i am to my tuition kids. that would teach them, really quickly, not to piss the normally nice and friendly-looking coach off. but, due to professionalism standards (not to mention child abuse laws), i'm not going to do that anytime soon. doesn't stop me from wishing and visualizing, though.
like i said before, the selection wasn't as ideal as we had envisioned. neither were the results. initially, my boss told me there would be 46 kids, and he would probably pick 10 to join the CCA. ends up that there were 36 of them, and he has his eye on TWO people so far, and will most likely choose 6 people in all. as for me, i'd rather they all take a long walk off a short cliff...but seriously, the coach in me says i'll only recommend about 5 kids. the rest can go fly kite. they're too immature to take it seriously. but i can't blame them either. after all, they still have single-digit ages. restricting the membership is good i guess, that way, i won't have to handle that many primary 3s. yay!
in order to give the kids a good first impression, my boss made me go for a haircut yesterday. thankfully, he was understanding enough to let me leave the back part longer. that's why i didn't really put up much of a fight. besides, i thought it was about time to get the sides trimmed too. only thing is, i think i had a blind moment and told the barber to take off a little more than necessary. as a result, my sides are a little too short, compared to the rest of it. and i think the right side's shorter than the left. nothing permanently disfiguring - it WILL grow back, after all - but i still can't help feeling a little self-conscious. oh well. nothing a few weeks won't change.
tomorrow's going to be an...interesting day, for lack of a better term. the way i see it, it could go either very well, or very horribly. odds are 2.5:97.5, in that order. there is a third outcome, which is neutral if i don't do anything. that would end up as bad though, because i would then emo for another goodness-knows-how-long. so, i've decided to do something definite about it tomorrow. here's hoping the courage to see my plan through won't leave me.
anyway, that statement is quite true, because my emoness has been put on backburner in order for coaching matters to take precedence. speaking of which, we just had selections for the new primary 3 kids today. my boss told me to prepare a checklist that we would use to assess them. optimally, they should be quiet and serious while being assessed. but, as you've probably guessed, nature tends to chuck a wrench into plans, even (or maybe especially) the best laid ones. to call the evaluation "chaotic" would be just about right. i swear, kids running all around the country and yelling at the tops of their voices do not a pleasant session make. more than once, i found myself wishing that i could be as violent to them as i am to my tuition kids. that would teach them, really quickly, not to piss the normally nice and friendly-looking coach off. but, due to professionalism standards (not to mention child abuse laws), i'm not going to do that anytime soon. doesn't stop me from wishing and visualizing, though.
like i said before, the selection wasn't as ideal as we had envisioned. neither were the results. initially, my boss told me there would be 46 kids, and he would probably pick 10 to join the CCA. ends up that there were 36 of them, and he has his eye on TWO people so far, and will most likely choose 6 people in all. as for me, i'd rather they all take a long walk off a short cliff...but seriously, the coach in me says i'll only recommend about 5 kids. the rest can go fly kite. they're too immature to take it seriously. but i can't blame them either. after all, they still have single-digit ages. restricting the membership is good i guess, that way, i won't have to handle that many primary 3s. yay!
in order to give the kids a good first impression, my boss made me go for a haircut yesterday. thankfully, he was understanding enough to let me leave the back part longer. that's why i didn't really put up much of a fight. besides, i thought it was about time to get the sides trimmed too. only thing is, i think i had a blind moment and told the barber to take off a little more than necessary. as a result, my sides are a little too short, compared to the rest of it. and i think the right side's shorter than the left. nothing permanently disfiguring - it WILL grow back, after all - but i still can't help feeling a little self-conscious. oh well. nothing a few weeks won't change.
tomorrow's going to be an...interesting day, for lack of a better term. the way i see it, it could go either very well, or very horribly. odds are 2.5:97.5, in that order. there is a third outcome, which is neutral if i don't do anything. that would end up as bad though, because i would then emo for another goodness-knows-how-long. so, i've decided to do something definite about it tomorrow. here's hoping the courage to see my plan through won't leave me.
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