at the axemen game with a team of 10 year olds that were all given noisemakers at the door.
Month: November 2014
thesis writing. not sure how I’m finding anything on my computer today.
today I risk being a stereotype.
I am a grad student working in a coffee shop, debating scarf + t-shirt combo to stay warm.
when you come across sentences like this you have to remind yourself you are still doing comp sci.
sometimes I appreciate just how much targeted advertising campaigns just “get me”
two years
time is a funny thing.
two years disappeared in the blink of an eye.
two years seems like a lifetime ago.
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the one thing I have learned in the past two years is that no matter what happens you just keep living.
my father taught me that the best way to be alive is when you are helping other people grow.
this is why I teach. this is why I coach.
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when I was seven I wanted to play hockey. this was a surprise to no one in my family. my mother grew up playing and eventually coaching hockey. my father volunteered with the local can skate program. playing hockey was the natural progression for me.
unfortunately there was a small “situation” at the beginning of the season. when it was time to purchase my hockey gear mom was away and so the task fell to my father. full credit to him though, he didn’t have any experience with hockey gear but I was fully equipped for my first ice time. he stepped up to the challenge because making sure I had a great experience was the important thing.
this story doesn’t end at that first ice time. buying all my equipment came right down to the last minute and resulted in the purchase of a pair of hockey pants that could be described as “large”. they were the only pair available so dad bought them. they were so large on me that I pulled them up to my armpits and they still went almost to my ankles.
I wore those same hockey pants until I was a teenager in bantam.
I still laugh about it every time this story comes to mind.
making sure this hockey player had fun meant my dad was willing to appear a bit foolish
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my father was a silly man.
we loved laughing at him, he loved hearing us laugh.
I miss you dad.