The scorekeeper

Today was sports day at school and I was given the all important role of manning the scoreboard quickly popping up points whenever a blue or white flag was raised at the end of a game. Sounds easy except the teachers forgot to raise said flags.

This forced me into a state of attention (most of the time) but whenever it came to the kindies, 1st and 2nd graders' games it was next to impossible to tell who had won because the kids didn't care who won. They used the final whistle to simply jump around and scream as kids are wont to do. When the third and fourth graders (who all suffer from horrible attention spans) did battle their games proved to be much too long and tended to end with a mob of kids chasing each other all over school yard recreating K-1 fights. As the scorekeeper, the real pressure came from the oldest kids and their set of eyes followed each and every point that graced the board.

It was a perfect fall day in a blue sky, cool breeze, round sun sort of way. The only imperfection in my day came from having only one side of my face catching the suns rays. This has me with a great new look, skittle red on the left and toothpaste white owning the right. As for the score the blue team made a miraculous come back in the final relay race and forced a draw of 600 points each.