Stitch is a Lefty, which apparently he should know since his Coach told him once about a year ago and never mentioned again. She just knows and that's how she teaches him. But let's establish that Stitch often doesn't know what day it is, forgets his lunchbag at school just about three times a week (not to mention random fruit moldies left in it), loses jackets, mismatches shoes, and will get distracted from simple directives by shiny toys and kittens. He's a normal 8 year old boy with other things to think about, that's all.
But at flowpowermoves yesterday I watched as Stitch kept trying to go the wrong way for waltz jumps. He could just about do it, which was pretty deceptive. I know he can almost spin both ways. Stronger going left, of course, but he can make it to the right about three times. But no coach asked the question. Well, okay. But Stitch was getting really frustrated. During formal lessons, though, I watched as the Group Coach and Stitch visibly argued for about five minutes. I have to hand it to the kid for holding his ground that something was amiss.
I waited patiently, wondering how long it was going to take this guy to figure it out.
Finally, the Coach skated over and looked up at me in my perch. "Is he a lefty?"
"He's a lefty."
Finally, with all other class kids going right, Stitch was finally allowed his own jump pattern. And as the only kid going to opposite way, he did much better.
When class finally ended, Stitch ran off the rink with cold feet. "You did good," I said, taking off his skates.
"No. I couldn't get it right."
"That's because you're a lefty. Remember that. Tell Coaches who don't know."
"When the Coach left the ice, I was sure he was going to get an aspirin."
"I told him he looked like Severous Snape."
"But he does! He told me to remember how mean Snape was! He's stricter than Coach Y!"
Well, while Stitch is just now getting into the Harry Potter series (we're picking up the first book today, and he loves the movie) if I remember right, Snape turns out to be one of the good guys. But I won't tell Stitch that just yet.
In the meantime, I'll be busting out my shrinky dinks and making Stitch a new pin for his jacket; "I go to the LEFT."