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In the last two months I have (related to ultimate):
Tried out at the Sockeye/Voodoo Combine, failed to make Voodoo
Tried out for Shazam for two months, was cut in the second round
Went to finals at Seattle A Division Spring League, best Spring League in the world
Played for Oly at a small one day tournament in town, leading the team to 4-2
Had a blast with Foot Clan at White Nights, despite going 1-3, losing in prequarters because the schedule was incomprehensible and we thought we had a bye, and screwing up my knee.
In the last two months I have (not related to ultimate):
Built a theoretical and philosophical base on which I think I can become a great teacher
Accumulated a repertoire of activities and plans to teach with
Hiked some parks, had beautiful picnics, watched the ocean
Been on a week-long visitation whirlwind trip of spectacularness
The tryouts were fun while I was doing them, I really enjoyed being around so many top-notch players. From the feedback I got, if I really trained hard over the next year, I could potentially make some good teams wherever I end up. Thing is, when I got the cut notices, I was totally ok with it. Like some others I've been talking to, I need the camaraderie to exist before I'm going to care too much about the team. This obviously makes training workouts difficult to motivate
for. Of course, I'll still be active, workout, and in relative shape. The game alone just isn't enough for me anymore. Do I say that because I got cut or did I get cut because that was my attitude? Not sure. What I do know is that, for the first time in a while, the awesome things that have been happening in my life haven't been related to ultimate. I love teaching. I love the classroom and the kids, and guiding them through investigations and fostering a spirit of inquiry and critical pedagogy. I love the outdoors again, hiking and natural beauty. This may simply come from the fact that I'm now in an area where the recreational ultimate is at a pretty high level, but I think I may be taking steps down the path of becoming a recreational ultimate player. Of course, that could all change again when I'm not in grad school or in the first few years of the teaching profession and have settled somewhere, but for now, it is what it is. This is going to be a great summer, and a great year, and ultimate's probably not going to be playing a central role in it.
Tried out at the Sockeye/Voodoo Combine, failed to make Voodoo
Tried out for Shazam for two months, was cut in the second round
Went to finals at Seattle A Division Spring League, best Spring League in the world
Played for Oly at a small one day tournament in town, leading the team to 4-2
Had a blast with Foot Clan at White Nights, despite going 1-3, losing in prequarters because the schedule was incomprehensible and we thought we had a bye, and screwing up my knee.
In the last two months I have (not related to ultimate):
Built a theoretical and philosophical base on which I think I can become a great teacher
Accumulated a repertoire of activities and plans to teach with
Hiked some parks, had beautiful picnics, watched the ocean
Been on a week-long visitation whirlwind trip of spectacularness
The tryouts were fun while I was doing them, I really enjoyed being around so many top-notch players. From the feedback I got, if I really trained hard over the next year, I could potentially make some good teams wherever I end up. Thing is, when I got the cut notices, I was totally ok with it. Like some others I've been talking to, I need the camaraderie to exist before I'm going to care too much about the team. This obviously makes training workouts difficult to motivate
for. Of course, I'll still be active, workout, and in relative shape. The game alone just isn't enough for me anymore. Do I say that because I got cut or did I get cut because that was my attitude? Not sure. What I do know is that, for the first time in a while, the awesome things that have been happening in my life haven't been related to ultimate. I love teaching. I love the classroom and the kids, and guiding them through investigations and fostering a spirit of inquiry and critical pedagogy. I love the outdoors again, hiking and natural beauty. This may simply come from the fact that I'm now in an area where the recreational ultimate is at a pretty high level, but I think I may be taking steps down the path of becoming a recreational ultimate player. Of course, that could all change again when I'm not in grad school or in the first few years of the teaching profession and have settled somewhere, but for now, it is what it is. This is going to be a great summer, and a great year, and ultimate's probably not going to be playing a central role in it.
posted by Fraggle @ 2:07 PM
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