Volleyball, Twisted Ankles and Wasps

Fudge's Personal Blogpost Entry #1

HELLO EVERYBODY!

It is my turn to post something on Sunday and today I'm going to write about how my weekend went. So grab a pair a headphones and get ready to listen to your music to distract you from falling asleep when you read this blogpost!

Let's get to it shall we?

Okay so to start off this interesting weekend with a interesting Friday. (And by interesting, I mean nothing good came out of this.) I stayed in the Primary School's canteen and spent thirty minutes finishing off the 100 lines of 'I will not complain about work anymore.' that my geography teacher had given the whole class.

I don't blame her, really. What she said was true. We complain too much for our own good. 

But anyways ~ I had my usual training like digging, doing service but most of the time, we played game.

For those of you non-volleyballers out there, or those of you who don't speak French, I'll just explain what those terms are.

*I've forgotten to take pictures so I'll just use pictures from Google. So excuse my lack of originality.*

Digging

This is digging. It's the first thing you need to learn in order to play volleyball. You would have to keep your arms together and keep them straight at all times.

I'm sure you know what I mean by looking at the photo so I don't think I have to give you a full-on lecture about it.

Overhand Serve

This is what we call service, or serving. There are two types of service - the upperhand or the underhand. The girl in the picture to the left is using the upperhand serve. 

It's a much more advance type of service that requires strength and timing. Many female volleyball players prefer to use the underhand serve first and slowly move up to the upperhand.

But you just start off with the overhand if you feel like you're strong enough to learn the overhand first.

That's usually what the boys would choose since they have the advantage of strength that most girls don't have. So it's basically easier for them to learn it.

High School Volleyball Game

Okay I'm pretty sure everyone knows what the term 'game' is.

The picture basically explains everything so I really need to go into detail about it.

Okay so back to what happened during volleyball training - my coach had subbed me into the game and I took his place in the boy's team.

I was nervous to say the least, because I was on the same team as the guys which means they are really good. So I was trying my best not to make any major mistakes.

Fortunately, I didn't. I did quite well if I say so myself. 

I even managed to save the ball when one of the players had hit the ball to hard, so the ball went out of the court. I quickly ran backwards while looking up at the ball and managed to dig it high so another player could spike it. 

It was a proud moment for me when the guys told me I did a good job. :)

After a while, my coach subbed me into the girls team when one of them had left. I had became the setter for the girls and as the setter, my job is to try to block as many spikes as I can, and to set the ball high for the other players to spike.

Snapchat: awk0jojo

So when I jumped, trying to block a spike, I landed on the side of my foot, twisting my ankle. It was agonising. I screamed out in pain and the game immediately stopped. My teammates quickly helped me hop over to the side of the court.

One of them carefully wrapped my foot in the bandage. After assuring them I was okay, they went to practice their spiking.

Was it bad that I added it to my snapchat story?

Oh well.

While the others practiced their spiking, I just sat there at the side of the court and watched them.

It sucked because my favourite part of volleyball trainings is when we train our spiking and I LOVE spiking.

When they finished, they came over to me and sat down around me. We talked and laughed as they stretched, warming themselves down.

But as they were stretching, my friend shouted out and I quote, "OH MY GOSH, A WASP!" And as she said that, my teammates immediately scattered and ran to the other side of the volleyball court, completely abandoning me with the humungous wasp.

I am absolutely terrified of wasps or bees. It comes from my fear of needles and since wasps/bees have stingers which are similar to needles, I am definitely not too fond of the idea of having a wasp right next to my ear. 

I could literally hear the buzzing of the wasp beside my ear as I shut my eyes in fear and stayed in my frozen facade. 

Once the wasp had flown away, I immediately hopped with my good foot to the other end of the court, far away from the wasp.

It was one interesting day, alright.

Well, that's the end of my blogpost! I'll see you next time. :)

Signing out,

Judge Fudge. xx :)