Rough day today.
I lost three students in one day who, for various reasons, decided to drop German from their schedules. The German program at the high school where I work was almost canceled this year due to low enrollment, and saving the program is among my list of goals this year. Losing students will not help me achieve that goal.
I got an e-mail from someone I've never met personally inviting me to audition for one of my favorite shows of all time (Picasso at the Lapin Agile by none other than Steve Martin) based on my previous work. It's incredibly flattering, and I would love to be in the show, but I'm already committed to assistant directing Jesus Christ Superstar which runs at the same time.
And then the BAA kicked me when I was down with the following e-mail:
That's not even the worst part.
I ran 3:09:45, meaning I missed the cutoff by less than a minute. This new process of rewarding faster runners hadn't been in place when I ran my BQ. At the time, I thought as long as I came in under 3:10:59 I would be fine. When I knew I had the BQ in the bag, I slowed down a bit in the final mile to give my aching body some respite. If I had known about the new registration policy, I would have tried my best to keep up the pace. I could have made up that minute.
For a week I allowed myself to imagine toeing that line in Hopkinton next spring and running through 26.2 miles of history, basking in the knowledge of how hard I worked to get there.
I read the e-mail directly after school, and I immediately let out a scream of frustration while looking for something to punch. Then I heard it, a small voice from the doorway behind me:
One of my 9th graders looking for extra help on the homework. I put on my best teacher face and turned to face her. Losing Boston is hard, but at least I have other goals to attend to.