"Alright, alright, point taken. I'm freaking out. I don't know if I need advice exactly, it's just I've made some decisions, and now that they are made I have to tell SOMEBODY or I'm going to explode!" Cissie drops a little extra brown sugar into the sweet potatoes, thinking how her mom would add a shot of bourbon.
“I’m graduating next month, and I had no idea what I was going to do. I was putting off thinking about it because I had so much going on and I just couldn’t handle the extra stress, but eventually time just ran out. I was volunteering at the children’s center one day and it hit me. You know how mom raised me: always in the limelight, every day a photo op, smile honey, maybe show a little cleavage... I WAS 14! No kid should have to go through that. I’ve met so many evil coaches over the years, seen so many crying kids. People keep hiring them because it works, but it is not worth the cost. Training is hard work, I know that, but these parents and coaches are worse than some Supervillains I know! I want to be a good one. These kids don’t just need someone who is willing to whip them when they need to push on. Those people are common as dirt, and just as hard to clean up after, believe me. They need someone who can let up once in awhile and tell them that maybe it is time to stop: make a friend, write a paper, pass a class. I want to do that!” Cissie has been excited, eyes lighting up as she describes what is clearly a passion for her. Now she slows down as if coming around to something.
“I’m going to move to San Francisco and start my own gym…” Cissie blurts, then trails off, hoping her friend will understand the implications.
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“I’m graduating next month, and I had no idea what I was going to do. I was putting off thinking about it because I had so much going on and I just couldn’t handle the extra stress, but eventually time just ran out. I was volunteering at the children’s center one day and it hit me. You know how mom raised me: always in the limelight, every day a photo op, smile honey, maybe show a little cleavage... I WAS 14!
No kid should have to go through that. I’ve met so many evil coaches over the years, seen so many crying kids. People keep hiring them because it works, but it is not worth the cost. Training is hard work, I know that, but these parents and coaches are worse than some Supervillains I know!
I want to be a good one. These kids don’t just need someone who is willing to whip them when they need to push on. Those people are common as dirt, and just as hard to clean up after, believe me. They need someone who can let up once in awhile and tell them that maybe it is time to stop: make a friend, write a paper, pass a class. I want to do that!” Cissie has been excited, eyes lighting up as she describes what is clearly a passion for her. Now she slows down as if coming around to something.
“I’m going to move to San Francisco and start my own gym…” Cissie blurts, then trails off, hoping her friend will understand the implications.