Blog 19/11/2013
My blogging life continues as I blog about the 19th day of the 11th month of the 2013th year after christ. Nice, eh? And no, I'm not ranting about complicated people again. This has been intense torture to me for the past months. So let's take a break from it and talk about my history with volleyball (which is slightly shallower).
It all started in primary 2, when we started playing volleyball in pe lessons. I then got interested in it and decided to join the beginner courses in the summer break. First it was a scary idea that creeped me out, but I never regretted ever since. It was totally the best decision I made. I completed the beginner course and started to join the club training in primary 3. It was fun, in a way I could even say it was funner than the trainings now. It was not about competition, instead just getting together and doing something we like together, and we would have fun. I still remember the part where we transitioned from soft to hard volleyball. First it was as painful as going through hell but then I got used to it and fell in love with the hard balls. It was so fun. I wasn't good at all back then, in fact so bad but I never cared. Ahhh the fortune of not caring.
And then in the summer break of the primary 3 school year, I joined training with the team members, that was probably the reason for my realization that this simple passion I had, was all about being better. As I grew older, I became unable to solely enjoy the game of volleyball, all I cared for was the points. It was fun though, the summer training. In primary 4, since the people joining the training wasn't enough, we joined the team members for training. I would stare in awe seeing the people playing intense matches.
As I went up to primary five, I joined the team but was not able to compete because there were too many people in the upper grade. I would join trainings with the ambition to win over the older girls, and I absolutely hated them. When it was my turn to be the seniors, I became so emotionally attached to the team that I cried because the younger members would not come just because of a dictation. I finally got the chance to fufil my dreams of competing for the school, but I put so much pressure on myself to be the best that my fear got the best of me. I literally cried in a middle of a match.
Upon leaving my primary school, the teacher-in-charge, Mrs. Fung, encouraged me. I used to hate her to death but the last sentence she spoke to me changed my mind forever. She asked if I would continue playing volleyball, and when I said yes, she said "I know you put in a lot of effort and you are very devoted, and I can see it. I hope that in the future, you can overcome your fears." And that sentence ended my primary school volleyball life.
Now in senior school, a lot of better people came in, and the pressure to become the best is even bigger. I know that I need to put down this pressure to genuinely enjoy the happiness the ball game gives me, but the fight to become the best is what I want. Anyways, many stories of volleyball and I have yet to be told, but there are too many...
sorry :)
It all started in primary 2, when we started playing volleyball in pe lessons. I then got interested in it and decided to join the beginner courses in the summer break. First it was a scary idea that creeped me out, but I never regretted ever since. It was totally the best decision I made. I completed the beginner course and started to join the club training in primary 3. It was fun, in a way I could even say it was funner than the trainings now. It was not about competition, instead just getting together and doing something we like together, and we would have fun. I still remember the part where we transitioned from soft to hard volleyball. First it was as painful as going through hell but then I got used to it and fell in love with the hard balls. It was so fun. I wasn't good at all back then, in fact so bad but I never cared. Ahhh the fortune of not caring.
And then in the summer break of the primary 3 school year, I joined training with the team members, that was probably the reason for my realization that this simple passion I had, was all about being better. As I grew older, I became unable to solely enjoy the game of volleyball, all I cared for was the points. It was fun though, the summer training. In primary 4, since the people joining the training wasn't enough, we joined the team members for training. I would stare in awe seeing the people playing intense matches.
As I went up to primary five, I joined the team but was not able to compete because there were too many people in the upper grade. I would join trainings with the ambition to win over the older girls, and I absolutely hated them. When it was my turn to be the seniors, I became so emotionally attached to the team that I cried because the younger members would not come just because of a dictation. I finally got the chance to fufil my dreams of competing for the school, but I put so much pressure on myself to be the best that my fear got the best of me. I literally cried in a middle of a match.
Upon leaving my primary school, the teacher-in-charge, Mrs. Fung, encouraged me. I used to hate her to death but the last sentence she spoke to me changed my mind forever. She asked if I would continue playing volleyball, and when I said yes, she said "I know you put in a lot of effort and you are very devoted, and I can see it. I hope that in the future, you can overcome your fears." And that sentence ended my primary school volleyball life.
Now in senior school, a lot of better people came in, and the pressure to become the best is even bigger. I know that I need to put down this pressure to genuinely enjoy the happiness the ball game gives me, but the fight to become the best is what I want. Anyways, many stories of volleyball and I have yet to be told, but there are too many...
sorry :)
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