Field Day
The kids were broken up into teams (four), each with a corresponding color. I’d spent the better part of the week making sure these teams were fair and that everyone was in a game that they had a chance to succeed in. All of that went to shit this morning when more than a handful of them went absent.
Still, I scrambled to reorder the lineup and things went more or less without a hitch. When one team was sure they were going to steamroll an undermanned squad in dodgeball—and did for a large portion of the match—a single and extremely feisty 9-year-old girl fended off seven larger children until she’d eliminated all but one of them (her team got a bonus point). Two kickball matches led to more quarrels between counselors representing the teams than amongst the kids themselves. Testosterone levels reached critical mass, but there were no bruises, not even a bee sting, and I’m pretty sure I was put on this earth to lead games of Keep It Up.
At the end, the kids gave me a round of applause to thank me for running the day’s events. I give thanks for making it through my first field day alive to the three cups of coffee I drank around 9, and Ms. J for putting on the pot.
