Friday, September 23, 2016
Ro watches some sparring action going on at Loyola Park in the photo above.
Yesterday, I was holding pads for Ariel. She asked, "Miss Hillari, how do you keep your balance?" It's not easy, believe me, especially when she or Donovan are throwing the punches. My arthritic knees are unsteady from time to time, but I told Ariel that I always try to keep my balance even over my hips and thighs. I've also been using the balance board in the gym.
Kewan, one of the newer kids in the youth class, took off his hand wraps and left in the middle of class without a word. About fifteen minutes later, he returned looking very upset. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I can't find my cell phone," he mumbled. We looked in all the places where it might have been, but we didn't find it. Kewan mentioned that it might be in his book bag, which his mother had somewhere with her. I thought to myself, "I would never give any kid of mine a cell phone because they are too expensive to lose."
A couple of twin 12-year-olds came to class: Donte and Devonte. Now I just have to figure out who is who. I was glad to see them because they appear to be more of a good fit with Donovan in terms of sparring. However, I worry about Donovan having less time to train because he now participates in track two times a week.
I called the houses of some of the kids I hadn't seen yet in class. Yeah, I know I kept saying I wasn't going to waste my time doing that. I did it because it bothered me that a few of the kids had signed up for the summer class, but never showed up. My calls got Jahnaja to return; she had actually been in the class back during the spring, I believe. It was easy to work with her because she forgot nothing I taught her previously. She asked about Xavier, and I told her he hadn't been to the gym in weeks. "I heard Xavier's heart troubles have kept him away," she said. "So that's why I didn't see him all summer," I thought to myself. I'm so glad I pressed Xavier to go get checked out when he first told me about having chest pains.
When I called Maz's house, his dad apologized to me for not keeping up with the date the class began. "I fought in the Golden Gloves, and I could help train my son, as well as help you train the other kids in the class," he told me. Now I told him that he would have to fill out a volunteer form, but otherwise, I would be happy to have him come down to the gym.
Tayjon and James are back, but as usual, they don't stay the full hour because they play on the football team. At this point, I just appreciate the fact that they continue to come to class and are enthusiastic about boxing.
Jaymerson is in the class, but it's not a good fit for him. I like the boy because he reminds me of my late youngest brother. Jaymerson is developmentally delayed like my brother was. I have to go back in my memory to remember how my mother, my younger sister, and I would handle things when my brother was upset and/or uncooperative. Thank God the inclusion aide, Dwayne, is there in the gym to help with Jaymerson. The boy's mother put him in the class, so there's not much I can say. But I'm not going to have Jaymerson spar or put him in boxing shows. I could see the boy having a meltdown upon being hit, and that would not be a good situation.
I received an email that there's a coaching clinic coming up this Sunday. So typical. . . .learning on a Friday that there's a meeting during the weekend. I'll check my license status with USA Boxing. I think the last time I went to a clinic was last year, so I may not have to attend this clinic. But I need to save up money to pay for renewing the license because it does expire at the end of this year.