The Power of a Teacher (Reflection)
Walking into a power lifting competition for the first time, I didn’t know what to expect. Opening the door to the gym, I hear it, metal crashing to the ground, the clapping of supportive guardians in the stands. When I enter, I am on the floor with the athletes, I scan the faces of the students around me, none of them I recognize. I step back out and go up the stairs on the left, next to them, a sign points that concessions are up there too. This must be where the audience is supposed to be. Reaching the top, I see parents, young children, and supportive friends lined up all around the upper level, looking down upon the competitors. Occasionally a few of them will clap, then go back to standing silently. I walk to the guardrail, following the gaze of the people around me, but searching for the student that had told me about this competition, the reason I am here. I notice the gym floor split between female competitors and mal...