Badminton Try-Outs and Blaire.

Okay, well I tried out for the Badminton team and there were eleven girls there. They're planning on taking in ten. Apparently it was even worse than that for turn out last year. They actually had an announcement saying something like; first three people to show up in the small gym tomorrow after school are on the badminton team.
Personally, I don't really think they should just cut one person, you know. I mean, two, that'd be okay, but wouldn't that be aweful? Seriously. they should give her the choice. She can stay as an alternate or she can just not be on the team.
I don't know how many of those ten are gunna be alternates and how many are gunna be actual players.

But, ugh! The small of my back hurts SO bad! It's an actual problem. When I was a kid I was twice the height of the other kids, so I just naturally slouched, so I gre into a natural slouching position. I corrected this by sitting up as straight as I could muster one day, then going back to my comfortable position the next. This got me looking like normal after a month, but you have to imagine, sitting as straight backed as you possibly can all freaking day long. And this isn't just arching your back, this is putting your shoulder blades back, making your neck go back as far as you can AND arching your back. It's heck I tell you! Try it sometimes. I'm used to it now of course, but my back gets way soarer, way faster than everybody else's. My back should stop hurting after a while, but for now I'm sucking it up and not mentioning it to either of the coaches unless they ask.

But yeah, you probably want to know how likely I am to make it. I'm not gunna let myself get too relaxed or anything, but I'm almost certain that I'm in the clear.
At the beginning I was diving all over the place with these killer reflexes that I have, but my reflexes usually told me to dive, and who am I to question them? Then I wouldn't recover from my dive fast enough and I would either miss the birdie once they hit it back or my shot would go high and they'd smash it at me.
I'd also return these crazy shots. You know, those ones where you look away 'cause there's no way the person's gunna get it. But yeah, I'd almost always get those, but then I'd fumble when it came to the basic stuff.
I've never been showed how to hit the birdie properly, so my form was horrible, but the coach showed me what to do once and I was perfect every time after that, which seemed to impress him.
I also got lots of opportunities to show my sense of humour and I had a good attitude the entire time, although I'm not somebody you'd call a team player. I'm patient whenever my partner sucks, because half the time I'm the sucky partner and I'm just a pretty patient person. I rarely ever just tell people "nice try" and "good job", I come up with creative or funny things to say.
Personally, whenever I have a super-jock partner who shows me up so bad I feel like nothing afterwards, I hate it when they keep on saying "nice try" and all that krap. To be honest with you it'd be way more effective if he yelled at me 'cause then my rebellious instincts would kick in and I'd spend the next match proving to this jerk that I'm just as good as him. But NO, I'm fine the way I'm playing even though we're loosing because of it.
So even though I know this is probably something uniquely me, I don't do it to other people just 'cause I dislike it so much. Although I do gain a lot of respect for a guy who could probably lift three of me and still play better than I am, but can still look a foot down at me, smile and say "good try".

Also, by the end I had improved so much I was amazed at myself and the coach who was helping the half of the gym I was always on seemed to like me. I don't know if the other one did, the only time he spent caring about me was when I was playing and I almost never even noticed him.

The only thing I'm unhappy about with the try-outs is that my hair is gunna be SO frizzy at the end of every practice. Maybe I'll find a style that'll keep it out of my eyes and not get too frizzy. I'll get back to you on it.

On a completely different note, my friend (Blaire, the one who said she wanted to be Mormon) is still interested in coming to an activity. I haven't been able to take her so far because two weeks ago was Standards Night, then last week we had a temple trip, then tomorrow we're practicing for a talent show. The week after that (hopefully) we should be doing something that she'd like to come to.

Smash - It's basically what a spike is in volleyball. Fast as an arrow and straight as a conservative Mormon.

Standards Night - It's a stake meeting of all the youth and their parents and we mostly talk about the church's standards. In our stake we almost always have floats after, it's pretty sweet. Floats (in case you don't know) are just ice cream and pop mixed together in a cup.