coach and a cupcake

I can totally hear her whistle blowing, I wonder who's in trouble now?


I have this friend. She sits in a little desk, with her little pens, working on her little computer in this little nook called the coaches office. A tiny room where she holds the uncultivated students we all adore! A steel knife when it comes to discipline.

She was sad today. I watched tears fill her eyes and I just didn't have the right words to say at the moment. I wanted her to vent as much as she wanted with the little time we had. She had a long day ahead of her and I didn 't want her carrying that in her "coaches bag". She went on to describe an evening no woman wants to encounter. She's had this misgiving feeling about her boyfriends integrity so, she did what any intellegent, curious woman would do- took his phone, did a little scrolling and found material that.. wasn' t pleasing. Perhaps she took a deep breath, collected her thoughts and went in for the attack. Her confrontation was fierce, making sure to have the last word as she exited the primises with class. The moonlight followed her home.

Today, with a few clicks and snips, she deleted the past. Good for you. You inspire me.

A good friend once wrote: Don't settle because your afraid of being lonely. :)

Hey coach, eat a cupcake, it will awaken the soul... and bring your whistle!!