Freshman Football Awards Dinner

In early January, the South County football program had its annual end-of-season banquet to celebrate the accomplishments of the year, including the varsity going 10-0 in the regular season and making it to the state semifinal before bowing out.

After the dinner, the various squads went to different places to receive their team awards. The freshmen went to the auditorium, where the coaches took turns giving certificates and remarks to each of the players in their squads.

When it came time for the defensive backs coach to present, he had some very warm and kind words about the first girl he'd ever had the chance to coach on a football squad. Here's what he had to say, and Sarah receiving her certificate from the head coach and the three assistants. She later went on to receive a Scholar Athlete certificate, for being on the team and maintaining a 3.5 GPA in the first quarter.

I can't say how everybody else felt, but it was amazing to me to see, after the parade of boys in their ties and sweaters and khakis, this beautiful young lady rise in her flowing blue dress and walk confidently to the front to accept a certificate for being a football player, the first time that's ever happened at SCHS.

Well done, Sarah, as usual--and now she's eagerly looking forward to next year's season and seeing what she can do in JV, if she can stay off the medical list. But first...lacrosse!

There's Something Different About This Year's Squad...

See if you can spot the difference in this year's South County Stallions football team:

One of these players is not like the others...

In May, on the heels of her debut in girls' lacrosse, Sarah announced that she wanted to go out for freshman football this year. While you can hardly imagine our surprise, we've been just thrilled to be able to support her making a run at it. So she went to mini-camp in June (picture above), and has been spending time in the weight room with the boys getting ready for the season. And now that it's August, she's been at practice at 6:30am each morning, learning how to play the game she's always enjoyed on TV.

For the present, she's training at cornerback; she likes the idea of being able to put the smack on someone without being the one to wonder when she'll get hit. And she's breaking all sorts of stereotypes. We *think* she's the first girl in the 10-year history of South County HS to play football. And one day after the mini-camp, the varsity head coach came up to her while she was talking with the freshman head coach, and said, "I hear we've found our kicker!" Sarah demurred, saying No, actually, I think Andrew wanted to be kicker. The freshman coach jumped in and said, "Oh, no, she's a DB. She's aggressive!"

I can't tell you how incredibly proud we are of her, for having the courage to break the mold and be the first girl at South County to play football. She's learning a lot--both about the game, and about what it's like for-reals on a football team (i.e., "they're rude," as she observed). But all the more, whether she becomes a starter or, like her brother, scarcely sees action all season, she'll have learned how to live out her convictions. She'll also put the world on notice that you can try to put this Baby in a corner, but she'll just take off your knees for trying.

Here's a video of the no-tackling walk-through the team did this morning, with Sarah at left corner, wearing blue. And here's the link to the 2015 Stallions freshman football schedule…come out and see her make history!

The Eight-Ball

This past Friday night was the eighth-grade dance, known to all at South County Middle School as the "Eight-Ball," which I always thought was a very clever name for it, having once been an eighth-grade boy at a dance and feeling very, very much behind the eight-ball when it came right down to it.

Here are some pictures of our Sarah and her friends getting ready for the dance.

Our beautiful young lady descending the stairs. Sharp eyes will note the broken finger on the left hand...

Saying goodbye to Fergie, who, on the whole, really wasn't impressed.

Preparing to board her coach for the ball. Note the footwear: in her words, "I'm going to dance, and I'm going to be comfortable." She commented afterward that within 15 minutes, there was a huge pile of heels by the side of the cafeteria, and there she was, still comfy.

Before the ball, one of Sarah's friends hosted a pre-party for everyone; there were over 20 kids there getting ready for the night.

Sarah and a few of her closest friends before the ball.

The ladies of SCMS eighth grade before the ball.

I'd like to report that she had a beautiful time at the ball, but she and her friends lasted all of an hour there before returning to the house of the pre-party. Reports are that the dance was in the cafeteria, with the full lights up brightly, and the DJ playing goofy music like the "Dora the Explorer" theme and the Chicken Dance. Not at all what a sophisticated group of young ladies wished to have for their evening. And as there were no sightings of any princes along with my princess, well, I'm fine with that too. But somehow I don't think this will be the last set of pictures like this in the next four years, as our young lady continues to grow and blossom.

Off To A Solid Start

Congratulations to Sarah, who finished seventh grade with a great, strong kick: for her first time ever, her quarter report card was "straight As"!  (Her previous close call was Q3 of fifth grade; the only "B" then was in music.  Music!  Come ON!)

After a rocky start to the year in Algebra I and science, Sarah really buckled down and worked tremendously hard in order to improve her grades, and her hard work was justly rewarded with her first set of straight As this quarter.  In fact, only a "B+" in science kept her from straight As in final year-end grades as well.

Sarah with her Q3 Honor Roll certificate: a proud, accomplished scholar!

Sarah has really blossomed this year; seventh grade was a great experience for her.  And scarily enough, her A- final grade, and Pass Advanced on her SOL, in Algebra I Honors means she starts 8th grade with one of her requirements for high school graduation already neatly in the bag, and (with the bump for taking an honors class) she starts 8th grade with a 4.2 GPA…yes, higher than Dad's, although Dad will quickly point out South Burlington didn't offer bonus points for honors or AP classes.

This…is an amazing Sarah.  She works so very hard at schoolwork, and is reaping the benefits now.  She'll be able to write her own ticket to so many great adventures as a result, and it'll be a pleasure watching to see where those adventures take her.  For now, though, we give her warm congratulations, and hugs from a proud Mom and Dad, on her excellent 7th grade year.

The Running Girl, May 2014 Edition

Once again, Sarah's interest in cross-country running has led her to the Girls on the Run program--now known at the middle school as Girls On Track, even though they don't do track events and still train for a 5K.  This morning was the spring 5K, after a season of training, and as you can see she was very excited about the day!

Sarah at Girls on the Run

This year, GOTR came to its senses and split the event across two days in two locations--meaning we no longer had the same huge crowds and parking problems, making it a much more enjoyable event.  Sarah also benefited from the thinner crowds, running her best race ever!

When the results were posted, Sarah completed her 5K in 30:41, her fastest time ever--and slightly annoying to her, as she really expected to be sub-30 this time.  However, her time was good enough for her to finish #138 out of 1,971 runners (top 7% of all runners); among her age group (girls 10-14), she finished #44 out of 493 girls (top 9%).  What an outstanding run!

This year, being all old and stuff, Sarah didn't need her daddy to be a buddy runner anymore; she ran with friends from SCMS.  However, that meant for the first time Eric and Mary had the chance to get a cup of coffee while she ran, and then be there at the finish line to see her cross.  This time we got video of the big finish:

Sarah's already announced that when she gets to the high school, she wants to go out for cross-country.  Maybe that means Daddy will have to start training to be able to keep up with her.  In the meantime, she's a huge winner to us for completing her seventh 5K and doing so well.  Congratulations, Sarah, on a tremendous race and great improvement!

Beginning the College Hunt, Part II

When we last left our hero, David had found his way to the basement of Washington Hall on the campus of William and Mary, where he had been told the anthropology department lived.  We passed students on the stairs as we descended, leading us to think a class had just let out; when we arrived at the anthropology lab, the woman there invited us in to look around.

For the next hour, hour and a half, David was truly in his element.

The woman he met, Ms Victor, is a graduate student going for her PhD, and she began showing David around the lab and pulling out samples of their work.  She shared with him bits of pottery, and a collection of handmade nails she pulled from a recent dig in Montana, and David was engaging right back with her on her finds.  He was asking questions, and commenting on the artifacts in his confident way, showing he knew a thing or two about history and how these artifacts connected with others.  (Knowing this could take awhile, I sent Anna and Megan off to go explore the business school; I tried to fade into the walls as much as I could, to let the two of them talk.)

Ms. Victor showing David some pottery samples from a recent dig.

Ms. Victor was terrific: she gave David a lot to think about in terms of the field of archaeology and what the good programs are around the country that he should look into.  We learned a lot about the branches of the field that we'd never known before: for instance, a good general overview of anthropological archaeology would be found at Michigan, Michigan State, Berkeley, Syracuse, maybe Santa Clara; David should not apply to Boston University unless he only wanted to work in Europe for a career.  But if he wanted to study prehistoric archaeology, especially focused on Mesoamerican cultures (Inca, Aztec, etc.), then Arizona and Arizona State are the places to go.  And we'd never heard of "nautical archaeology," but I guess it makes sense: if the river's changed course and has now overrun the site you want to explore, you need to be scuba-certified and you need to know how to work underwater in the silt of a river or ocean bed.  And that's taught at Texas A&M, of all places.

She talked with him about careers in the field, and what each degree would allow him to do.  If all he wants to do is dig in the dirt, and work on a site as part of a team, then a bachelors will suffice; if he wants to be a project lead or work in "cultural resource management" (i.e., the people who go through before a freeway gets built, to make sure there's nothing there), then the MA is needed; and if he wants to explore his own interests and build his own program, then that's the PhD.

I think David added someone new to his fan club that day; on discovering he was "only" a sophomore, she twice commented how she was blown away at how well he carried himself in this professional encounter and how his passion for archaeology came through.  And by the end of their time together, he came away with two huge opportunities.  One was, she invited him to come down sometime, even on a weekend, and help her in the lab: cleaning, coding, labeling the artifacts, and learning what the lab experience is like.  And she also gave us a copy of a flyer for a summer dig that W&M undergraduates are doing in conjunction with Colonial Williamsburg.  She told him she knows the project director and she thought he'd be thrilled to have David maybe come down for a few days out of the 10-week project and gain some fieldwork experience too.

We both left there flying.  So let me see if I got this straight: a professional in David's chosen field took him seriously enough to have extended offers and opportunities for him to gain practical experience the summer before his junior year.  We also got about a half-dozen other colleges David needs to look into, to see whether they interest him; and, perhaps most importantly, he had such a positive, inspiring experience with his first contact with a college.

The whole day could not have gone any better; it truly felt God-blessed.  He commented later that there wasn't anything he didn't like about W&M, and so now he has something good to compare other colleges to.  And perhaps most importantly, he got to see what terrific experiences he could be getting into, and what it'll take for him to be admitted into that world.  Maybe this will help him focus and pour some more energy into studies and tests, to help get him positioned for all that he had the merest taste of that afternoon in the basement of Washington Hall.  Let the hunt begin!

Beginning the College Hunt, Part I

This past Friday, Anna and Megan Schipono and David and I went to the kids' first college tour experience, and it was probably just about everything I could have secretly hoped it would be.

When I began my college hunt, back in the days when dinosaurs roamed the earth and great flocks of wild chickens darkened the skies, college tours were *maybe* the summer between sophomore and junior year, but certainly a spring-break-junior-year activity.  These days, and with this boy, it's better to start sooner.  One of his (now college-attending) Boy Scout friends had confided in me that when he was a sophomore, his folks took him on a tour, and it sharpened his desire: Yes, I really want that, and so I'd better start getting serious about studying in order to get it.  Can't hurt to get started, then.

The proto-archaeologist had become aware that William and Mary, down at Williamsburg, had an excellent archaeology/anthropology program on the colonial period (duh), so he asked to visit.  Unbeknownst to us, Megan had discovered their marketing program and also asked for a tour.  Which both sets of parents independently set up for the exact same day and hour during spring break.

After arriving and parking and lunch at the Cheese Shop, we walked onto campus and into the oldest part of campus, the iconic Wren Building (oldest extant academic building in America) dead ahead.  We explored that, then wandered through the old campus and onto the newer pieces, eventually discovering the marble floors of the business school.

Megan and David in front of the Wren Building

Our tour lasted a shade over two hours; 45 minutes of overview by the school in an auditorium at the student center, then off with our senior tour guide, Max, who walked us through many features of the campus.  We saw the cafeteria, the Crim Dell and learned of its curse, then saw the library, the chemistry building, and eventually over to a dorm room, before finishing with English lit and returning through the Wren Building's arched passageway.

Max leading the tour, with Megan, David, and Anna

At the conclusion, Max told a story about convocation: arriving freshmen have to endure a speech by the president in the oldest part of the campus, out where the kids had their picture taken.  Then the new freshmen walk through Wren Building to the growing sound of applause, and on reaching the other side, they find the entirety of the rest of the University there, all green and gold, clapping, high-fiving, welcoming them to W&M, and from that moment on, he said, "you are Tribe."  That really resonated with David, and I have to confess, with me too.

On parting, Max told us where to find the anthropology department, and we headed to the basement of Washington Building.  A class had just let out, and when we poked our head into the lab, the woman there called out, "Come on in and look around!"

That began an hour-and-a-half conversation I'm still processing.   (To Be Continued)

Maturing Pride

Over the summer, when we replaced the carpet in the house, David laid claim to the computer desk that had been in the study; we moved it into his room in place of the one he'd had from Mary from when she was a girl.  As summer ended, we helped him clear it off and make a study spot for him in his room, so he had a place (other than in front of the Xbox) to do homework.

I am shocked to report that for the first two weeks, it has worked!

David's laptop and AP World History texts live up there, and each night we see signs that he's using them both--and taking notes, and writing, and reading.  He seems to have started the year by making a conscious, concerted effort to tend to his homework.

Moreover, he has volunteered (!) to give up several of his Saturdays for a project, organized through the school, called "Capturing the Voices of WWII."  He and some of his friends will be trained, then spend their days at the World War II memorial downtown conducting oral history interviews of surviving WWII veterans who come to the memorial.  He is really looking forward to an opportunity to capture the voices, and video, of the last survivors of the Greatest Generation--conducting interviews, learning their stories, and capturing them for the ages to come, so others can remember the sacrifices they made and what it was like to serve 70 years ago in the hell of WWII.

The boy is maturing.  He is more willing than ever before to set aside the immediate pleasures and to think of his responsibilities, and of something larger than himself. Oh, sure, we have our moments of teenage attitude, but on the whole, this has been a tremendous start to his sophomore year.  He is maturing, and he is taking pride in his work and in what he can bring to the world.

And as a father I find myself experiencing my own maturing pride in the young man he is becoming.  I can probably count on one hand the number of times my dad said he was proud of me.  In looking at these first couple of weeks of school, I can see multiple reasons for pride in my son, and it reminds me of the need to let him know how proud I am of the man he's emerging into.