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[23 Mar 2009|08:30pm] |
Upon first glance, if some newcomer happened to be trolling around the school and they took a shortcut through the gym, amongst the crowd of students most people who weren't familiar with him wouldn't even be able to tell Troy Holter apart from some of his students, and actually that's how he preferred it. He preferred teaching Gym to being cooped up in a classroom all day with lab equipment or pencils and paper. In ten years most of the students will have forgotten what exactly a pronoun is and how the scientific method works, but very rarely did anyone forget the fundamentals that they were taught in Gym class, and to Troy, his class was one of actual substance. Troy was not only the Gym teacher at Frankford High School, he was also on the panel of football coaches there, which happened to give him even more pride than holding the Gym teacher title. Ever since he was old enough to walk, Troy had always been the little boy that was into sports even before he knew anything about them. He'd beg his dad to teach him how to catch properly, or how to slide into home without getting his uniform too dirty, and ever since then he was addicted. Now, he wasn't just the boy that was involved in every sport just for the hell of it, no, he was the little boy that everyone hated because he was a natural at everything he did, everyone knew would grow up to be a legacy, even if it was only in the little league circuit. As most children grow up their interests change, they get involved in one thing or another and extra activities take the back burner, but that never happened to Troy Holter. Troy tried to like other things. He tried to take a big interest in school and girls and everything in between, but no matter what he got himself into he just couldn't shake his need to be competitive, to show his talent and skill. And when it came to competition, he was one of the worst on and off the field, always starting rivalries against other schools pretty much on his own and bursting out in class when he felt that he deserved to answer questions before some other students, and while he didn't mean to let it get out of hand all the time, sometimes it did anyway.
During high school he was pretty much a legend, or at least that's what he liked to call himself. A starting player on the football and basketball teams and a major hitter for the baseball team, Troy was either involved with every sports team or he was involved with a girl who was involved with one of the sports teams, either way, he liked to think he had a hand in most of the success that the teams had. And after being named to the All Century First Team for football three years in high school, he knew that one day he'd be something bigger that he could imagine. But as with most kids his age, once he got to college and started planning for his own career, he couldn't focus on much more than the present. He was in love with the life he was leading at that moment and it was harder than he imagined to wrap his head around the idea that now wouldn't last, and he need to make decisions for himself, for the future. And then of course, there was the small detail that football wasn't going so well for him. Back in high school he was the man on the field, but now that he was among other students who were also recruited by the University of Pennsylvania he found that there was a lot of competition there, that he might not have been the MVP for once. Once the notion that he probably wasn't going to score with the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders set in, Troy decided that the only way he was sure to get to play football for the rest of his life was to teach it to other guys, to mold other guys the way his coaches molded him so many seasons ago. After finally graduating from the University and applying to every school known to man (every school near Philadelphia, that is,) Troy was finally offered a job as the Gym Teacher and Assistant coach at his old school, Frankford High, and although he didn't make it to the pros, although he wasn't on SportsCenter every night with news of how many yards he ran or how many touchdowns he scored, he was happy still playing the game and sharing his life with young men who were just like he was a few years prior, and to him, that was the most important thing.
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