I remember the bus ride home; the day I discovered tears don’t make noise. Minutes before my world had come crashing down and I couldn’t fix it. I had walked into the room off the gym; a large blackboard seemed to fill the room and white chalk with lots of words filled the black board. The coach was a wiry lady, not prone to being kind, nice, or both; that day was both. “If your name isn’t on the board…..
