New Tech Head Coach

Wow. Just wow. Tommy Tuberville leaves Texas Tech. I'm not really surprised at that. I'm actually kind of glad the stiff is gone. He fit Texas Tech like high-heels on Shaquille O'neal. But where did he go??? Backwards that's where. Cincinnati is in the crumbling Big East Conference that is losing it's BCS bowl bid. From a career stand point it just does not seem like a smart move for him. I guess I would not have wanted him to leave if he made lots of smart moves though. I suppose it could be a stepping stone job where he hopes to do well there and then go back to a high profile school in the SEC or Big Ten. The last 2 coaches Cincy had went to Notre Dame and Tennessee respectively. So this of course leaves Tech in the position of having to fill his vacancy. Here are some candidates


George O'Leary
This name is interesting. He had huge success at Georgia Tech and then fell off the coaching map after a debacle at Notre Dame. He is now the Central Florida Head Coach and has made that program consistently near the top of Conference USA. CFU won the CUSA title again this year. He might be ready for the big time again.

Kliff Kingsberry
The phenomenal play of Johnny "Football" Manziel has people looking at Kingsberry as a potential candidate in the years to come. If Tech really wants him, this is their chance. He was Leach's first QB but also played for Spike Dykes and had some experience with Bill Belicheck in the NFL. He would bring the true Air Raid back to the Red Raiders and would generally please the fickle Red Raider fan base in the short term. He is still green for a head coach however.

Ruffin McNeal/Lincoln Riley-offensive coordinator
Ruffin and Riley have enjoyed success at East Carolina early and often. Ruffin and Riley led the Raiders to victory in the Alamo Bowl following the Leach debacle. He would be a sure bet to unite the fan base and heal some of the post-tuberville/leach blues.

David Cutcliffe
This hire would be dicey. Cutcliffe is not flashy or polished but he does consistently have good offenses. He has had success at Duke. Duke which is widely considered the toughest football job in the BCS conference system. If he can win there then he can win in Lubbock. He also was made famous for working out with his protege Payton Manning prior to his return to the NFL this season.

Todd Berry
I will make no secret that I strongly believe this is the best fit for Texas Tech at the moment. Berry got his Louisiana Monroe Warhawks to upset Arkansas and nearly beat Baylor and Auburn. He is a gunslinger in the truest sense of the word.

June Jones
Jones builds up programs. He did it at Hawaii and SMU. Neither of these had nearly the resources of Texas Tech. He can recruit young talent to play in his system and score points. His defenses are usually suspect but that could be said for many of the coaches on this list.

Chris  Petersen
Hands down the best candidate. The question is; would he leave Boise State? Many have sought him. If Tech was to get him, he would begin with higher expectations than any coach in Tech history. With Boise State moving to the Big East and losing its chance at the BCS, maybe this is the time.

I wish Mike Stoops and Sonny Dykes had not already taken jobs. Dykes would have been an outstanding fit and Stoops would have brought a defensive presence that few in college football can match.

Guns up and hope for the best!

Rebirth of a Rivalry

Big Texas Tech game today. Triple overtime thriller vs TCU. It was one of the best games I've seen Tech in, in years. Sure we pummeled West Virginia last week, but it is much more fun and exciting to win a closely contested road contest. Now the very last South West Conference game for Tech was also vs TCU when I was still a pre teen. Tech lost in a very hotly contested game.
People in Lubbock have been wondering who would be Tech's new biggest rival. Of course we have Texas, and Oklahoma but we can be neither of those teams' biggest rival. TCU is our new biggest rival because both programs are fighting for the same space. Both schools look out from the shadow cast by the big 2 and say, "We can take them!"  A&M was Tech's biggest rival, but one thing always irked me about them. They knew they were a big rival of ours but when asked most Aggie fans would say, "Our only rival is Texas." As if we were beneath them. Well to TCU fans I say, "Welcome back to the rivalry!"

Making a Difference

One of the biggest reasons I tell people that I became a teacher was that I wanted to make a difference. That gets lost in piles of paperwork and drudgery. Tonight I stayed at work until 8:00 to finish yet another teacher project and was reminded that teachers do make a difference. One of my students from last year was leaving our school. I was saddened because I felt that this particular student had made a lot of progress, in spite of a regrettable situation in her home life.
When I heard that much of the struggle in her home life was being alleviated by the move, I felt better. I was totally unprepared for what her father had told our administration as he checked his children out of school. He said that he didn't know what he would have done without the teachers and staff at my school. He said that every time he was about to give up, the school offered to go more out of its way to help. A whole lot of people helped this family, but I was one of them. I was reminded that some of this hard work pays off. Making the world a better place is much more difficult, much more time consuming and has much less immediate pay off than I imagined. It is however, more than worth it.

And now for some angry prose...

People are not numbers. They're not. The number on my check stub doesn't tell the story of my life or yours. Yet we are conditioned to judge success by that number.
A child that lives in a shattered home and doesn't even have her own room to hide in is not her test score. She's not. Tell that to her teachers or the President himself. See how far it gets you. It still doesn't change the fact that she's a walking, talking human being. Not a number.
Statistics are not the problem. Making statistics the equivilent of absolute gospel is the problem.

Sleeptalking

When I was growing up I had to share my room with my brother. Eric is two years older than me and for the majority of my life, was always bigger. I'm taller now though. Anyway, Eric and I had bunk beds in our bedroom and I always slept on top and he got the bottom bunk.  So one night I'm sleeping and I heard this nearly desperate "Ethan, Ethan!" coming from the below me. I sat up straight and in a near panic asked "What?"  In an off hand voice my dear brother queried, "Do you like hockey?" I leaned over the edge of my bed and hung off the side so that I could see him and asked, "What are you talking about?" My only answer was a chorus of snoring. I thought he was faking sleep so I yelled at him to leave me alone and to go to sleep.


The next morning, I told my mom what had happened and Eric, who just can't help but laugh whenever he had pulled a prank, was speechless. Neither Mom or I believed him and he got a good tongue lashing from her about how sleep is important and not to be playing games after bedtime. I was satisfied until the next time, several months later. He didn't ask me a question, just said something unintelligible. I asked him what he said and was only greeted with soft snoozes. I listened to his breathing to try and catch him being funny but his breathing pattern never changed. My brother was a certified sleeptalker. 


He rarely ever said anything that I could hear and he never addressed me personally again, but he did completely fall off his bunk bed once and have a whole conversation with my mom about it. He woke up in the morning and was completely surprised that he was on the floor.


I asked his girlfriend recently if she had ever heard him talk in his sleep. She said "No but he mumbles and moans a lot and he even laughs in his sleep."

Good teaching is one-fourth preparation and three-fourths theater.  ~Gail Godwin

This quote sums up my approach to teaching.Yes as a teacher I have to know what I'm going to say when I get up in front of my students, or at least have some general idea. I also have to know what I'm doing the next day, what I'm putting on Friday's test, what I'm going to do with those that pass that test, and what I'm going to re-do with those that fail that test.

But all of that pales in comparison to what a teacher really has to do...he/she has to sell information to students, who for the most part, don't want it. It doesn't matter if they information is interesting or boring. It doesn't matter if it's math, science, social studies or language arts. All that matters is that they have little interest in it, because it is not yet part of their understanding of the world. So everyday is an act, a farce, or even an outrght con to get those students to open up their heads for precious seconds so that I can pour something in. 

Does it sound like I like my job? Well I do. Love it in fact because there are never two days the same and I, for the most part, love spending time with children.

Top Ten Lists

Sometimes I get ideas. I don't usually know where they come from but they represent some of my life's finest moments. This idea may be the best. Kori and I were poor. Nearly dirt poor, and we needed something to give to our family members for Christmas. We could have just said “We don't have the money,” because we didn't, but what we did have was our creativity and a need to have a satisfying Christmas. So I came up with an idea to make a top ten list of things that I had learned from my mother and print it, then frame it. I wrote most of the list, with most of it being funny or ironic, but Kori put the finishing touches on it by telling me something I had not previously realized my mother had taught me. She taught me that no matter how long it takes to complete a goal or achieve a dream, the finishing is what counts. Mom had taken many years to complete her college degree due to the birth of my siblings and me, but it wasn't that it took so long that was remembered. It was that she did indeed finish. It was the best, and most personal of the things I'd learned and so it had be number one on the list. It fired my imagination about writing them for other members of my family as well. So I followed a similar pattern, some goofy stuff at the top and some more serious and personal lessons learned at the bottom. What followed was some of the best writing I'd ever done and gifts I knew would be treasured. We (Kori was more actively helping by this time) even wrote one about our pets from the past and present telling what they had taught us. Possibly the ones that were most important, were the lists we made concerning my grandparents. My Dad's parents had recently passed away. My grandmother, called Geemers, a few years before and my grandad, Gramps, who I had been extremely attached to, that very year. I scraped up enough money to buy a nice frame that held two eight by ten pictures. With these two, I celebrated the fabulous lives and the myriad of valuable life lessons they had taught me. Writing it helped me grieve and I knew it would have a powerful effect on my parents, particularly Dad. I also wrote one for my mom's mother, Memaw, who lived with my parents, but more on that one later. We bought paper that matched the personality of the different family members, bought mostly cheap frames, wrapped them, and took off for Amarillo in rapt anticipation I hadn't felt about Christmas since I believed in Santa.

On Christmas morning, I don't remember who was the first to open theirs, but I do remember that after the second one, all of them dove through the piles of presents to find the one that contained their list. Finally it was decided that each person should read their list aloud instead of passing them around. Many a nostalgic moment was relived, many laughs were shared, and many a happy tear was shed as they finished reading. Then we opened the final gift, the one that held Geemers and Gramps's list. I read them to my family and even though I pride myself on not tearing up, I cried and we all grieved for their loss, but even more importantly, celebrated their impact on us. To this day, and likely forever, this is my all-time favorite Christmas memory.

But this is not quite the end, though for years I thought it was. Several years later my brother, who I love dearly, but who had also made some terrible choices in his life, turned a corner. He started college, he gained a sense of responsibility I had given up on, and began to make something out of his life. My whole family had prayed since he was a teenager that he would change, but what he says helped him the most was his list I had given him. I don't even remember the exact words I wrote but they basically said what you do matters and you have the power to live your life and make it go how you want it to. He told me that recently and it blew me away that something I had written in an attempt to give a good gift had helped him so much.

This last part though humbles me beyond words. My Memaw lived quite a few more years before the Lord called her home, but when we were talking to our pastor in the planning for her funeral service, my Mom gave him the list I had made for her and asked him to read it at her funeral. I balked at first saying that it wasn't meant for that, but all my aunts, uncles, cousins and friends all wanted it read in its entirety. At the funeral the pastor used the list to tell her eulogy, laughing as he shared the funny stories. His final point coincided with the number one on her list. It said that I'd learned to love so hard that sometimes it might even be painful, but to love less would not be Memaw. He compared that love to the love that Christ showed for us, and as evidence that she had lived her life loving like Jesus.