My "Job"

The worst part perhaps of my contract is that I have to volunteer coach at schools within 2 hours of here every other week or so, about 10 hours a week. It may not seem like a big deal, but 4 hours in the gym with little monsters then practice of your own adds up to a lot of volleyball, and a lot of standing. Luckily, Dave has gone with me to all of our little coaching gigs thus far and pretty much run them, but this last experience was completely chaotic. We were in a gym that was way too small with kids who were oversized both physically and in ego.

They were middle-school kids, naturally more interested in futbol and handball then volleyball. This school was apparently the mecca in team handball and they harldy new what volleyball was. They don't have a pro team in their city, Eskistuna which is much larger than Vingaker. In any case, here are two of the asses.

It's incredible: the lack of discipline these kids have. They are all kids that are placed into classes depending on their choice of "specialty." They all go from class to class together, but have already, in essence, chosen their major. Our first group was a music class. You can imagine, perfect angels. The futbol and handplayers were all under-talented kids dreaming of making it to the show one day. Good luck guys. I had tried to include a video clip, but for whatever reason, it would load and then not play. Maybe next time.