About a month before the school year started, I was informed by a text message that I had been drafted into the Staff Mustache Race. As Knutson said, “there are no winners in a mustache contest”; here they were on the last day of ‘stashness:
Grades are submitted, all valuables and electronics are locked away. Now all that is left is to turn off the lights and lock the door. Another school year has come and gone.
At the high school we’re admist the last two days of school which are taken up by 90-minute periods for finals. My juniors and seniors have a final over the play-version of 12 Angry Men, and my sophomores are giving their “How-To” speeches. This term had been the first time that I had my juniors and seniors read a long, drawn out play; surprisingly they really liked it. I’m not sure if it was because it was a courtroom drama or the many undertones of racism, economic division, and murder. The proof that they really understood and liked the play came with the final; usually there are people who struggle through the final and skip questions. Out of all of my juniors and seniors, only one question was skipped.
It has been a while since I’ve posted about my race for less of me. I defintely ran into some trouble, I had stopped seeing negative numbers, not that I was seeing positive ones, I just wasn’t gaining or losing. People had said that it was just my plateau, however, I think I have to disagree. The wall I hit was me, I relaxed how closely I was watching what I eat, there were defintely some days when I didn’t enter a complete day’s worth of food and other days when I didn’t enter anything at all. After a little recorrection, I think I’m back on track.