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Monday, October 29, 2012

All Hallow's Eve Right Around the Bend...

Spooks and goblins and ghosts galore are quickly approaching the town of Leedey.  Halloween is my favy fav holiday.  I love the season it comes in, the colors, the smells, the fact that is has a HUGE association with chocolate candy, and the scariness of it all!!  So in keeping with the Halloween mood, I've assigned a 3 paragraph Halloween essay to my 8th graders.  After picking their own partner, they can pick any topic relating to Halloween. They must have two online sources and write the essay in pen or pencil, skipping lines. It's due Wednesday. We will work on them today and tomorrow.   We will read them aloud to the class on All Hallow's Eve day.

And now, the continuation of my story.  Dr. Kennedy suggested that if I write a paragraph each day that I blog, by the end of a school year, I might have written a novel.

"Oh great," I thought, as visions of a no-ball practiced whirred around in my 17 year old blonde head.  "Oh well, just try to make the best of it.  Things can always get worse!" I muttered as I hurredly joined the rest of my teammates, jumping rope and stretching as we got loose and warmed-up.

The "she" we were referring to was none other than the legendary Gina Allen, small school girls' basketball coach in western Oklahoma.  She was the reason we all had a love/hate relationship with the game and a lot of times even, with her as our coach.  She was, quite frankly, the best that ever  coached the game of girls' basketball, and her demeanor, style of play, and coaching techniques are comparable to few, if any, then or now.  My teammates and I all grew up watching her teams, our older sisters and cousins, dreaming of the one day when it would be our turn to take the court in our royal blue and white suits, representing her and our cherrished Leweyville.  Basketball was all we knew in our small rural school, well, that and farming chores.  Most all of the kids in Leweyville came from a farm home where hard work and harsh words were as common as dusty roads and waving wheat fields. 

To be continued.......

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