I dunno yet..... (It's VOLLEYBALL!)
Oct. 20th, 2006 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
author_abzSo.... I haven't blogged in a very long time. It's okay though. I think. Sure - whatsherface (can't think of an alias) maybe influenced me to blog..... but I've been wanting to anyway. So first off - volleyball sectionals are tomorrow. Technically they started on Tuesday, but tommorrow the second bracket starts and the Championship match is at four o' clock. I'm really excited to tell the truth. Before the start of this week I wouldn't have been so much, but I'm dressing. NO - it's not just that I'm wearing clothes..... dressing - the term that means you warm up and are part of the team aka - if the coach needs somebody to go in the option could very well be you. So I'm dressing varsity. :D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Exclamation points = excitment level. I felt really stupid yesterday though. It's the first day of sectionals, the first game and there I am wearing one of the 'star' senior's uniforms (feels really small btw) and I've only officially practiced like a varsity player for a day. There we are playing our rival and I'm on the bench.
Being on varsity means a lot to me - I'm a junior and this is the first varsity thing I've done. I've been stuck on JV all year and they don't know what they're doing and have no intensity and aren't focused. Our coach was younger than my sister who's only 5 years older than me. I was the oldest and most experienced and I did feel held back. OMG did I feel held back. Because I knew what a good set was - I know that when somebody has an awesome serve and they free-ball it back over the team shouldn't be struggling and then loose the serve. And that's what happened. ALL THE TIME. Then I would have to sub out for someone who is supposedly a 'back row player' who lands on their butt when they 'dive' purposely when it doesn't work and it also happens to be someone I know I can play back row better than. So - basically, it really pissed me off.
I have to say that practicing on varsity was just so much better. Our drills have purpose, you actually hustle and get your heart rate up, and I sweated. That was actually something that didn't happen for some drills on JV. Not to mention that when I hit I could actually do an approach and if I messed up I knew it was my fault. And that ONE DAY of practice some people were (not really to my face) putting me down almost unconsiously telling me what I need to do and chiding me for messing up. Um - hello, I know what I'm doing and I know I screwed up. I felt stupid enough but to have them rub it in my face just really annoyed me. ERGH. Anywho - Wednesday's practice was effective but not that enjoyable plus, I didn't know if I should've been there or not. The head coach had to go to the doctor so my JV coach was there and basically the players (seniors) ran the practice. Kinda.
So Thursday comes and I ask the head coach timidly if I'm dressing. Thankfully, she says yes! I have 'senior's name's uniform in her car. Wahoo for me! I felt really relieved and suddenly nervous. I'm a bit of a perfectionist and I know that the team was awesome and I felt that I wasn't quite measuring up. Knowing that I was dressing the stupidity subsided a bit, but warming up I was a bit anxious and it all felt really surreal. It's amazing though what warming up (like peppering) with someone who knows what they're doing will help you to perform. I actually felt warmed up and like I could play. I would've probably been too nervous to play when we weren't like 15 ahead, but that's beside the point. In the locker room nervousness went down and people were acutally treating me like a part of the team. We warmed up and it felt good to be doing the VARSITY warm-up and hitting - although it not feeling so natural adding to stupidity feeling on my part
The game was awesome if I do say so myself. :D Being on the bench was great though. :D Then - in the fourth game when we were up like 19 to 5 I got put in. Along with the other 'bench sitter' who started dressing like 3 weeks ago who's a sophmore. It was fun because one of our best servers kept getting aces and I barely had to do anything but the motions. I did tip the ball over and pass it.... (maybe not after this next part - but you get what I mean) then I screwed up. The setter got the first ball so I (who was in the designated 'auxilery setter' position) was supposed to set it. But it was half-way between me and the middle hitter and we both just kind of looked at each other and let the ball drop. Next a senior when we were 'reassembling' I guess you could call it told me well you know you're supposed to get that blah blah. She was actually the nice one and I didn't want to be all I KNOW so I just nodded my head. We got the serve back quick enough though. And it was still really surreal. When I did something right the bench (coaches and players) would tell me good job like people do to little kids. Then - we WON! Against O.D. It was very awesome and it was like a taste of basketball season victory early. It was great. And when I bought gas when I went home, after I paid I actually skipped back to the truck, it wasn't very far - but still. Happiness beyond belief.
I'm sure that happiness would/will get better like, once we beat our opponents for tommorrow, and especially if we do so against Marquette (they just so happen to be 'best in the state'). It sounds out of reach but when we played them in regular season we were right up there with them all three games. Practice was good today too - we worked hard and I didn't screw up too much and I felt more like part of the team. :D Which is how it should feel because the team is my classmates- they're all juniors and there's only like 4 seniors (one of which isn't here) and during the regular season it was weird that I wasn't part of their team because that's just how it should be. I feel like I was going to say that differently, and better - but oh well. Needless to say, I'm in a very happy mood. And I would rant some more about a different topic if I could ever get there but it's late and I DO need to get up tomorrow. So for my next blog I shall tackle the idea that I am NOT 'obsessed' with a fellow male classmate of mine..... In defense of myself against one of my best friends - the fellow LJ writer.....
So I guess you've now gone farther into my psyche (sp?) than you ever thought huh? It's true, there is depth to me beneath all this fat. *shrug* Avour! (if I didn't spell that right it's supposed to be 'goodbye' in French)
-Abz
Being on varsity means a lot to me - I'm a junior and this is the first varsity thing I've done. I've been stuck on JV all year and they don't know what they're doing and have no intensity and aren't focused. Our coach was younger than my sister who's only 5 years older than me. I was the oldest and most experienced and I did feel held back. OMG did I feel held back. Because I knew what a good set was - I know that when somebody has an awesome serve and they free-ball it back over the team shouldn't be struggling and then loose the serve. And that's what happened. ALL THE TIME. Then I would have to sub out for someone who is supposedly a 'back row player' who lands on their butt when they 'dive' purposely when it doesn't work and it also happens to be someone I know I can play back row better than. So - basically, it really pissed me off.
I have to say that practicing on varsity was just so much better. Our drills have purpose, you actually hustle and get your heart rate up, and I sweated. That was actually something that didn't happen for some drills on JV. Not to mention that when I hit I could actually do an approach and if I messed up I knew it was my fault. And that ONE DAY of practice some people were (not really to my face) putting me down almost unconsiously telling me what I need to do and chiding me for messing up. Um - hello, I know what I'm doing and I know I screwed up. I felt stupid enough but to have them rub it in my face just really annoyed me. ERGH. Anywho - Wednesday's practice was effective but not that enjoyable plus, I didn't know if I should've been there or not. The head coach had to go to the doctor so my JV coach was there and basically the players (seniors) ran the practice. Kinda.
So Thursday comes and I ask the head coach timidly if I'm dressing. Thankfully, she says yes! I have 'senior's name's uniform in her car. Wahoo for me! I felt really relieved and suddenly nervous. I'm a bit of a perfectionist and I know that the team was awesome and I felt that I wasn't quite measuring up. Knowing that I was dressing the stupidity subsided a bit, but warming up I was a bit anxious and it all felt really surreal. It's amazing though what warming up (like peppering) with someone who knows what they're doing will help you to perform. I actually felt warmed up and like I could play. I would've probably been too nervous to play when we weren't like 15 ahead, but that's beside the point. In the locker room nervousness went down and people were acutally treating me like a part of the team. We warmed up and it felt good to be doing the VARSITY warm-up and hitting - although it not feeling so natural adding to stupidity feeling on my part
The game was awesome if I do say so myself. :D Being on the bench was great though. :D Then - in the fourth game when we were up like 19 to 5 I got put in. Along with the other 'bench sitter' who started dressing like 3 weeks ago who's a sophmore. It was fun because one of our best servers kept getting aces and I barely had to do anything but the motions. I did tip the ball over and pass it.... (maybe not after this next part - but you get what I mean) then I screwed up. The setter got the first ball so I (who was in the designated 'auxilery setter' position) was supposed to set it. But it was half-way between me and the middle hitter and we both just kind of looked at each other and let the ball drop. Next a senior when we were 'reassembling' I guess you could call it told me well you know you're supposed to get that blah blah. She was actually the nice one and I didn't want to be all I KNOW so I just nodded my head. We got the serve back quick enough though. And it was still really surreal. When I did something right the bench (coaches and players) would tell me good job like people do to little kids. Then - we WON! Against O.D. It was very awesome and it was like a taste of basketball season victory early. It was great. And when I bought gas when I went home, after I paid I actually skipped back to the truck, it wasn't very far - but still. Happiness beyond belief.
I'm sure that happiness would/will get better like, once we beat our opponents for tommorrow, and especially if we do so against Marquette (they just so happen to be 'best in the state'). It sounds out of reach but when we played them in regular season we were right up there with them all three games. Practice was good today too - we worked hard and I didn't screw up too much and I felt more like part of the team. :D Which is how it should feel because the team is my classmates- they're all juniors and there's only like 4 seniors (one of which isn't here) and during the regular season it was weird that I wasn't part of their team because that's just how it should be. I feel like I was going to say that differently, and better - but oh well. Needless to say, I'm in a very happy mood. And I would rant some more about a different topic if I could ever get there but it's late and I DO need to get up tomorrow. So for my next blog I shall tackle the idea that I am NOT 'obsessed' with a fellow male classmate of mine..... In defense of myself against one of my best friends - the fellow LJ writer.....
So I guess you've now gone farther into my psyche (sp?) than you ever thought huh? It's true, there is depth to me beneath all this fat. *shrug* Avour! (if I didn't spell that right it's supposed to be 'goodbye' in French)
-Abz
