“Uh, Mr. Peterson?” Came the voice of one of my freshman homeroom students.
“Yes Whitney, what can I do for you?” I ask, looking up to see her standing in front of my desk seemingly unsure of herself.
“You are coaching the football team, right?”
“Well I am officially taking over this afternoon,” I tell her. “Though, it might be a bit late for signups as tryouts are finished.”
“That’s the thing... I did sign up, but Coach Anders told me that I could not join ‘cause I am a girl