Being Coach Wolfe
A teacher, and friend of mine, told me a story last week that brought an ongoing chuckle to my soul. His daughter is a sixth-grader at Timberview Middle School and run cross country this fall- a sport that I head up for the school.
Timberview’s mascot is a timberwolf…the Timberview Timberwolves. Yes, and I’m Coach Wolfe of the Timberwolves!
One day the confused sixth-grader revealed her mental ponderings to her dad and asked the question.
“Why is he called Coach Wolfe?”
It brought a moment of Jeopardy music hesitation to her dad and he realized the roots of her question.
“Well, because that’s his name.”
“It is?” she replied, eyebrows raising. “His name is Coach Wolfe?”
“Yes, dear. That’s his name.”
Yesterday, my 7th Grade Language Arts class met in the school library for each of its sessions. The sixth-grader was also at another table in the library doing her classwork. I noticed that she kept looking at me. I’m not sure if she was trying to discern if there were pointy ears underneath my graying hair and fangs inside my mouth. Perhaps the Little Red Riding Hood story was coming back to her, as I drew each group of seventh-graders into my den.
Names are sometimes puzzling. What may dumbfound her even more is when another teacher from the school goes by me who greets me with a cheerful “Wolfie”, and I return the greeting by saying her married last name.
“Fish!”
Truth be told, some days it feels kind of like a zoo!
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