I coached cheerleading for the past 6 years. I fell into the job my first year teaching. The former coach was leaving and someone somehow heard that I was a cheerleader in high school. That qualified me for the job.
The first year was rough, and I wasn't sure if I would coach for a second season. I'm glad I did though because I had a fresh start with new girls, who were "my" girls.
In my third season, I started a competition team. We never did the best, but we sure had fun!! I was more nervous than most of the girls were when they performed. I really loved those girls, and I still keep in contact with a couple of them that graduated a few years ago. Even my most horrible day in my classroom was always better when I could go to cheer practice, have fun, and just forget about everything else for a while.
I quit after competition season ended in February this year. The time commitment was just too much. The season begins in June and ends in late February/early March. Practices 4 days a week, and games on Fridays during football season. Practices, games, and competitions all day on Saturday during basketball season. I actually had to pick Evie up from daycare, to bring her to another babysitter so that I could go to practice. (My daycare closed before my practices ended.) She and I got home after 6:00 most nights, and I felt like it was just a rush to eat dinner and put her to bed. As much as it killed me to quit, I knew that I was making the right decision for her.
Fast forward to Fridays at school. The past two Fridays I've been miserable. I see "my" girls in their uniforms, and the football players in their jerseys. I miss being on the sidelines, I miss riding the bus to away games, I miss spending time with "my" team. I've even secretly hoped that the new coach (a great girl, fresh out of college like I was when I started) quits so that I can take over again next year.
Most people look forward to Friday all week, but I'm dreading tomorrow.