Miracle?

A funny thing happened yesterday after school.  The football team played a very good Washburn team and nearly came away with the upset victory.  The Washburn coaches in the press box next to us were going ballistic while the Laker defense kept stopping the Miller machine.  The result was a 20-18 loss in overtime to a team that hasn't lost a conference game since 2002 and dominated Southwest for more than a decade (maybe 2).  But that wasn't the miracle.  It was more personal than a game.  I actually felt bad about the loss to Washburn.  I wanted Southwest to win not due to any direct involvement on my part (which excludes soccer and softball - since I had coached those sports at WHS, and even helped out the SW softball team last year).  It still feels weird to acknowledge that I am a Laker now.  The orange and blue still runs in my vein as an alum, but my role at SW has taken on more than just being a job.  I grew to enjoy teaching again last year thanks to my freshmen and ELL/DHH classes.  But I grew to enjoy being a Laker and feeling a part of SW through my seniors this year - when I watch SW face off against WHS (and others), I see MY students, rather than other students in the school at which I teach.  That comes from working with many of you on a daily basis in class, talking with you outside of class, emailing, commenting, etc.  So, thanks...now get back to studying Ch. 7 for Monday and Ch. 11 on Thursday...