I'm beginning to feel the wear and tear on six straight days of morning and evening "mission" with 35-50 kids...lost my "cool" with one of them today that I thought was bullying a couple of others (in retrospect I suspect he was just being selfish rather than malicious). Regardless, I was in the wrong and regretted the action taken with him. To make matters worse, he refused to even talk to me when I attempted to make things right and "reconcile". May have hit me a little harder than him as tonight he was at least a bit civil as we were watching the Rugby League Grand Final on a big screen with the kids. Anyhow...part of the experience I guess. Balanced by a very warm cuddle from one of the seven year old tykes (Emmanuel).
This AM following breakfast at the school on the lawn we walked a couple of hundred metres to the PCYC for our Sunday AM programme which focused on basketball. I have been coaching Junior Basketball with intellectually handicapped kids for almost eight years and I can't remember ever having such a "zoo experience" as this morning. The Salvation Army leader here talked the corps into meeting at the gym for their "service" rather than the "citadel" and just seeing what was going on. About eight of them came in together and hung in there with us for an hour and a bit. One of the older aboriginal men in the corps--who knew most of the kids in the programme--kept saying he couldn't believe how much the kids were listening and responding...and even sitting quietly from time to time in the centre circle of the basketball court. He said he had never seen that with this group and wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it. (After he left was my run-in with one of the older boys.)
Debrief was good over left-overs for lunch. Found out that others were a bit frazzled as well though none yet to my extreme (yet!). We decided that more than five days in a row wasn't necessarily a "no go" zone...but it might be a good idea to roster in a rest day for each member of the team.
Last night was particularly "short" as we ended up eating tea after 9:00 pm (resulting in some indigestion that had me up in the middle of the night) and then someone queried whether or not it was time to lose an hour for daylight savings swap over. We pretty much decided that the kids wouldn't be clued into the time change anyway but just to be sure we should pick them up a half hour earlier than we had said. With our depleted energy resources and at that late hour it took us a good half hour to decide what to do. The next moring when we woke up at 5:30 instead of 6:30 someone had finally nailed down a definitive judgement on the daylight savings issue and as it turned out we were a month (and an hour) ahead of schedule of the changeover. The kids were fine and not influenced in the least by our drama. Several of us were commenting on the fact that we were assuming the kids couldn't be expected to "figure out" daylight savings when in fact there were seven of us well-educated professionals who couldn't seem to get it right! A good example of the blind leading the blind?
After a near panic as we tried to set up the data projector to show the Rugby Grand Final without an aerial to the television set, we did get things underway on time (Thank you Lord!) and everyone seemed to enjoy the night. I was excused by the team to go home early and get a shower (and make this entry in my blog) before the team returned...but they have just arrived so I will close off for an informal debrief on the evening. Only one more AM session to go!
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