dear volleyball
dear volleyball,
as much as i love you, i am afraid it is time to say goodbye. i will really miss you.
my experience with you all started in the 7th grade... i was a typical 7th grade brat at a new school (with a sister who was a senior, and who i was convinced would get her friends to beat up any 8th,9th,10th,or 11th grader if i wanted her to, and i had no problem telling these people this), and i was sitting in my study hall class during one of the first weeks of school. there was a knock on the door, and this lady who i had seen in the halls asked the teacher if she could talk to me for a second. we went out into the hall, and she was very nice- she was the middle school volleyball coach (coach bonelli), and she told me that my dad had called her, and he wanted me to try out for volleyball (interfering where he wasn't wanted, as always), and she wanted to know if i would "give it a shot." i really couldn't do anything but that, could i? but i wasn't THAT enthusiastic about it (understatement), especially when i realized at tryouts that she really wasn't such a nice lady; she liked to make us RUN aLOT. but my dad made me go anyway. and then after the tryout period was over, i ended up on the list of people on the team! there were even a couple 8th grade girls who HADN'T made it, and they were GOOD players (i mean for people who hadn't played before.. at least better than me). i realized later that of course the only reason i made the team was that my dad had called her and apparently asked her to ask me to try out. in any case, that entire season, i SUCKED at volleyball. i mean, i sorta learned the basics, but the most i learned was how to judge lines. the entire season, i sat on the bench. i didn't play one game. at first, i thought it was because i was so bad, but after a little while, i realized that the coach was putting girls in the games who sucked as much as i had.. i was the ONLY ONE on the team who didn't get in the whole year. other girls pretty much got to go in for at least a little bit in each game. i began to suspect that the coach had a little something against me, and at practices, i noticed that she seemed to always be picking on me especially. however, there was nothing i could do about it except for be depressed and upset after practices, and especially after games, because at each game i thought, "maybe this time she will put me in. just a little." (you may ask, "why does it matter if you get put into games or not?" it does.. you get more experience and the actual feel of the whole thing when on a team, in a game.) i never went to talk to her; the thought of what she might do to me made me scared as a... i don't know what. i somehow got through the season in one piece.
fast forward to 8th grade.
i really did NOT want to put myself through volleyball misery again. but then my dad started with his "physical activity" shit (my dad is obsessed with the fact that we (me and my sister) have to have "one pheesicol acteeveety eh deh" so that the "body stays healthy, blah blah." and of course, he made me go again.
of course, coach bonelli began bullying me at the first week of practice. my dad then began to get tired of my pissiness with her (and don't worry, i wasn't the only one on my team who suspected her of singling me out to pick on), and knew that other parents had problems with her "coaching methods" too, so he went to my school administration to get her fired. although i wanted to be rid of her as my coach, i didn't want her completely FIRED, but hey, from the way she had been treating me.. maybe i kinda did want her fired. the result that the administration and the head coach of volleyball came up with: since coach bonelli seemed to be singling me out especially, i would be moved up to the freshman team to play with the freshmen, with the freshman volleyball coach.
i, however, was not informed of this decision, and so the morning after this meeting, at school, i looked at the list of girls who had made the middle school team (coach bonelli just put it up that morning) and realized that my name was not on it. i thought i had been kicked off. that day was spent in a sort of daze; on the one hand, i was glad to be finally rid of coach bonelli, but on the other hand, i sorta did like volleyball, it was just that i could never do anything right. and of course, i was so ASHAMED-how could i have not made it this year if i was on it last year?
after school, i told my dad that i wasn't on the team anymore, and he decided to (oh yeah, i forgot) tell me about the new decision. when i heard it, i was overjoyed. now, not only would i be coached by my favorite coach, coach lauer, but i would be rid of coach bonelli!! things seemed too good to be true. so what ended up happening? well, coach lauer ended up not being the freshman coach (she was the varsity coach, i just hadn't realized it, or really even understood what varsity meant), but the appointed freshmen coach, coach jones, was pretty cool too. he let me go in in every game, and you know, i don't really remember whether we won or lost them, but rather that i actually was being treated like a regular member of the team, not as the line judge/girl who carries the team's water/girl who sits on the bench the whole game.
by the end of school volleyball season that year, i decided i liked volleyball now. although i was still pretty awful, i had improved treMENDOUSLY, and i think that that is because i was given a CHANCE.
then, after school volleyball season, my dad decided to send me to a volleyball club (that is where you practice with a team a couple times a week, and on weekends go to other cities for tournaments). i didn't want to; i liked volleyball, but really wasn't too excited with the idea of going to a club for it. but, as always, when did my opinion matter?
so i was made to join spike volleyball club. and by the end of THAT season, my serves were AWESOME (i hadn't ever been able to make an overhand serve before spike, then when i joined, i suddenly just COULD!), and i had improved so much that you wouldn't recognize me as a player from the beginning of the year. because i was getting ok at the sport, i began to like it alot more.
that summer, without consulting me of course, my dad signed me up for a few volleyball camps. i went to them (not willingly though- i still don't like the physical conditioning that goes with the sport, and i found that the camps liked to use lots of physical conditioning (aka running everywhere, etc.) but, whether i wanted to go to the camps or not, they DID improve my skills even more.
then came my 9th grade year. i was put back on the freshman team, and guess who was moving up with my age group? you got it.. coach bonelli. this year, however, i was determined to prove to her that i was a good player, and that i wasn't scared of her any more. she had toned down a little since my seventh grade year; she wasn't ALWAYS trying to punish us all the time for stuff, and she put all of us in. so i did get some play time at first. then, during one game, i asked her (it took a lot of courage) if i could go in to serve this time. she thought about it, obviously came up with the conclusion, "what is there to lose, she won't make it anyway and then she'll leave me alone." well, i went in to serve. and never went back out. in games that season, i (think i) made more aces (or points scored by serving)than anyone else on the team. as i was played more and more, i got better and better in all of the positions, and coach bonelli realized that i was an asset, not a liability, and could be used to do WELL in games. i surprised her, and when she discovered that now i was GOOD, she got nice. that's right, nice. although things were still pretty akward between us (HELL, my dad had tried to get her FIRED the year before), we learned to cooperate with each other, and she turned out to be a pretty cool coach.
that year after school volleyball season ended, i enthusiastically returned to spike. and it was great.
then, that summer, my dad changed gears and decided to send me to a music camp for five and a half weeks (i play the cello).
after music camp, there was still a little bit of summer left, and i went to the maccabi games in memphis. the maccabi games are jewish teenager olympics that occur every year for a little more than a week, and i was on the nashville 16-and younger girls volleyball team. there were four other girls on the nashville team with me (and i became good friends with all of them). but, as everybody knows, volleyball needs 6 people on the court all the time. so we combined with the atlanta team, which also had (about) 4 girls. our coach was an AWESOME guy, and he was from nashville. plus, the 5 of us from nashville were (and this is the truth, i am not trying to be egotistical or anything)better than the atlanta girls, so we got most of the play time. well, he did sub atlanta girls in and out of a couple of our girls' spots, and the setter was from atlanta, so they did get play time. with the combination of great team chemistry, which leads to great teamwork, and a great coach, who builds you up rather than cuts you down, and players who knew how to play, for the entire time, my team was undefeated. there was only one other team (chicago) that was also undefeated. then.. the irony..
the last couple days of the games were the most crucial; they were the tournament days. the days that had been leading up to these days had been the ones that placed the teams in their spots for the tournament.
so
during the tournament, in the 3rd to last game, what happens?
but of course.
i twisted my ankle. i got out of the game, sat on the bench and cheered, and we managed to win that game, but it went downhill from there.
the next two games, which took place later; one later that day and one the next day, were the deciding ones for our place, and different atlanta girls were put into the spots that i normally played. and we lost those 2, the MOST CRUCIAL, games. that was two more games than the first place team lost (chicago), and one more game than the second place team (st. louis) lost.
while i can't say for sure whether or not we would have won the entire maccabi games, had i not been injured, (although we had won to st. louis the first time we had played them, when my ankle had not been hurt), i can say that i was EXTREMELY useful on that team, and although i was pissed to not be able to play, it was a massive stroke to my ego that the team had not started losing until i had stopped playing.
By the time school started, my ankle was all better, and i knew that it was finally my turn for junior varsity, and maybe even varsity. no more of this freshman/middle school shit.
when i saw coach lauer, i told her all about the maccabi games, and she seemed pretty impressed. and then volleyball started. and i never even got a CHANCE on varsity. coach lauer NEVER came to practices (varsity and jv practiced together); she was too concerned with basketball to worry about little old volleyball. she only showed up for varsity games, and since she hadn't seen me play since my eighth grade year, guess where i ended up.
there was no doubt that i was at least as good as my other teammates who were getting the opportunity, at least the CHANCE to play in some varsity games. but coach lauer thought i still sucked, she sent me to JV, and told that coach, coach schaffer, that i was awful. so i got very little playing time in junior varsity games anyway.
throughout the season, varsity girls were constantly getting injured; whenever this happened, coach lauer would call me to her office, and tell me that she wanted to see what i could do on varsity, she just needed to get "blank's" (whoever it was who got hurt; the person who was injured always changed) uniform back, then she would give it to me and i would get to play. well, i never got that uniform. the entire season, every time she did that, my hopes would go up like a baloon, then on the days of varsity games, "well golly geez.. "blank" is just not bringing me her uniform.. guess you just can't come to this game today.. " POP went that baloon, too close to the sun.
I tolerated this the whole season, but it annoyed the fuck out of me. so i was kind of glad when the season ended-if i wasn't being used the way i wanted to be used, what was it helping me?
then it was club season again. but spike.. oh spike.. the head coach had gotten a new job somewhere else (i hadn't really liked him that much anyway), and he passed the head-coach-ship down to juice, an awesome guy. but when the old head coach had left spike, spike had left the building, literally. we no longer had a practice place, and when juice finally found one, it was waaaaaaaaayyyy in the middle of nowhere, and on days that i had already committed myself to do other things. so i couldn't do spike. i tried out for IMPACT volleyball club, but that was waaaaayy out there as well, and also meeting on bad days for me. soooo.. no club volleyball for me that year.
i dealt with it.. and then came this year, my junior year. i was THE ONLY junior to play exclusively on the junior varsity team; everyone else in my age group, several of whom are no better than me (although that may be a matter of opinion, to be fair. but i think it is the truth.) were playing full time on varsity. i have come to the conclusion that since my father made so much trouble about me and my position on the team (and continued this year-if a game ran past the time that he wanted to go home, he would go ask coach lauer if i could leave early,since i was just sitting on the bench, while here i have been, trying to show that i am a good teammate by cheering, thinking that maybe she would put me in soon. and so he would ask her, then she would say, "well, i was gonna put her in to serve, but..." and then he would say, "oh, well if she was gonna go in, then we can stay, i guess." and making it seem like I was the one who asked him to ask her if i could go, thus making me look like a bad sport, etc..he did this all the time), she has decided she doesn't like me anymore, and was determined to not give me a chance. i had the opinion, then, that maybe if i stuck it out for one more year, she would play me on varsity, because she always puts seniors in for varsity. then at games, i saw seniors sitting on the bench. and that WOULD be me, if i play volleyball as a senior; she would put me on the bench for most of the time, since i would have not even been in for a very long time for varsity games. at the game on tuesday, i sat on the bench the entire time. if i wasn't judging lines, that is. for 2 hours.. doing nothing. then i asked myself: do i really want to do this? do i really want to be sitting doing nothing for two hours, when i could be doing something productive? like SLEEPING? or homework, or talking to friends, or cello, or walking the dog, or eating, or being on the computer, or.. get the picture? what is sitting here doing for me? and is she going to change?
what is the answer to that? will coach lauer ever change? HELL NAW. if she feels like it, she will damn well keep sending me to judge lines instead of letting me play. there are lots of good players on the team, and when she STILL has that preconcieved notion that i can't play (even though this year she has seen me in practice, she pretends to not notice me), who is she gonna pick? them. period. so why am i even trying? all practice with coach lauer does is give me a workout; it doesn't improve my personal volleyball skills at all. if i want a fucking workout, i can go run with my dog, i don't need to be wasting my time with her shit, and with being made to sit and on the bench for two hours during games. if i wanted to be a cheerleader, i would have tried out for the fucking cheerleading squad. and that's all there is to it. so on thursday, the 11th of september, 2003, i went to coach lauer and quit the volleyball team. of course, i just told her that i didn't have time to play anymore (i am still scared of her, gotta admit that. i didn't say anything about what i just wrote here.), and she was pretty nice about it. in truth, i think she was relieved i did quit.
so my dear volleyball, i will miss you. i hope that this will not be a long term goodbye, but a temporary one; if i have time this year, i would love to do a club. so, if i will see you again soon... until then..
and if not, i love you, and goodbye.
me
ps. and i would like to say, i really do not like coach lauer. like, at all. for all her little "i'm a christian" shit, she is really not a good christian at all. she lies too much. fuck her.
as much as i love you, i am afraid it is time to say goodbye. i will really miss you.
my experience with you all started in the 7th grade... i was a typical 7th grade brat at a new school (with a sister who was a senior, and who i was convinced would get her friends to beat up any 8th,9th,10th,or 11th grader if i wanted her to, and i had no problem telling these people this), and i was sitting in my study hall class during one of the first weeks of school. there was a knock on the door, and this lady who i had seen in the halls asked the teacher if she could talk to me for a second. we went out into the hall, and she was very nice- she was the middle school volleyball coach (coach bonelli), and she told me that my dad had called her, and he wanted me to try out for volleyball (interfering where he wasn't wanted, as always), and she wanted to know if i would "give it a shot." i really couldn't do anything but that, could i? but i wasn't THAT enthusiastic about it (understatement), especially when i realized at tryouts that she really wasn't such a nice lady; she liked to make us RUN aLOT. but my dad made me go anyway. and then after the tryout period was over, i ended up on the list of people on the team! there were even a couple 8th grade girls who HADN'T made it, and they were GOOD players (i mean for people who hadn't played before.. at least better than me). i realized later that of course the only reason i made the team was that my dad had called her and apparently asked her to ask me to try out. in any case, that entire season, i SUCKED at volleyball. i mean, i sorta learned the basics, but the most i learned was how to judge lines. the entire season, i sat on the bench. i didn't play one game. at first, i thought it was because i was so bad, but after a little while, i realized that the coach was putting girls in the games who sucked as much as i had.. i was the ONLY ONE on the team who didn't get in the whole year. other girls pretty much got to go in for at least a little bit in each game. i began to suspect that the coach had a little something against me, and at practices, i noticed that she seemed to always be picking on me especially. however, there was nothing i could do about it except for be depressed and upset after practices, and especially after games, because at each game i thought, "maybe this time she will put me in. just a little." (you may ask, "why does it matter if you get put into games or not?" it does.. you get more experience and the actual feel of the whole thing when on a team, in a game.) i never went to talk to her; the thought of what she might do to me made me scared as a... i don't know what. i somehow got through the season in one piece.
fast forward to 8th grade.
i really did NOT want to put myself through volleyball misery again. but then my dad started with his "physical activity" shit (my dad is obsessed with the fact that we (me and my sister) have to have "one pheesicol acteeveety eh deh" so that the "body stays healthy, blah blah." and of course, he made me go again.
of course, coach bonelli began bullying me at the first week of practice. my dad then began to get tired of my pissiness with her (and don't worry, i wasn't the only one on my team who suspected her of singling me out to pick on), and knew that other parents had problems with her "coaching methods" too, so he went to my school administration to get her fired. although i wanted to be rid of her as my coach, i didn't want her completely FIRED, but hey, from the way she had been treating me.. maybe i kinda did want her fired. the result that the administration and the head coach of volleyball came up with: since coach bonelli seemed to be singling me out especially, i would be moved up to the freshman team to play with the freshmen, with the freshman volleyball coach.
i, however, was not informed of this decision, and so the morning after this meeting, at school, i looked at the list of girls who had made the middle school team (coach bonelli just put it up that morning) and realized that my name was not on it. i thought i had been kicked off. that day was spent in a sort of daze; on the one hand, i was glad to be finally rid of coach bonelli, but on the other hand, i sorta did like volleyball, it was just that i could never do anything right. and of course, i was so ASHAMED-how could i have not made it this year if i was on it last year?
after school, i told my dad that i wasn't on the team anymore, and he decided to (oh yeah, i forgot) tell me about the new decision. when i heard it, i was overjoyed. now, not only would i be coached by my favorite coach, coach lauer, but i would be rid of coach bonelli!! things seemed too good to be true. so what ended up happening? well, coach lauer ended up not being the freshman coach (she was the varsity coach, i just hadn't realized it, or really even understood what varsity meant), but the appointed freshmen coach, coach jones, was pretty cool too. he let me go in in every game, and you know, i don't really remember whether we won or lost them, but rather that i actually was being treated like a regular member of the team, not as the line judge/girl who carries the team's water/girl who sits on the bench the whole game.
by the end of school volleyball season that year, i decided i liked volleyball now. although i was still pretty awful, i had improved treMENDOUSLY, and i think that that is because i was given a CHANCE.
then, after school volleyball season, my dad decided to send me to a volleyball club (that is where you practice with a team a couple times a week, and on weekends go to other cities for tournaments). i didn't want to; i liked volleyball, but really wasn't too excited with the idea of going to a club for it. but, as always, when did my opinion matter?
so i was made to join spike volleyball club. and by the end of THAT season, my serves were AWESOME (i hadn't ever been able to make an overhand serve before spike, then when i joined, i suddenly just COULD!), and i had improved so much that you wouldn't recognize me as a player from the beginning of the year. because i was getting ok at the sport, i began to like it alot more.
that summer, without consulting me of course, my dad signed me up for a few volleyball camps. i went to them (not willingly though- i still don't like the physical conditioning that goes with the sport, and i found that the camps liked to use lots of physical conditioning (aka running everywhere, etc.) but, whether i wanted to go to the camps or not, they DID improve my skills even more.
then came my 9th grade year. i was put back on the freshman team, and guess who was moving up with my age group? you got it.. coach bonelli. this year, however, i was determined to prove to her that i was a good player, and that i wasn't scared of her any more. she had toned down a little since my seventh grade year; she wasn't ALWAYS trying to punish us all the time for stuff, and she put all of us in. so i did get some play time at first. then, during one game, i asked her (it took a lot of courage) if i could go in to serve this time. she thought about it, obviously came up with the conclusion, "what is there to lose, she won't make it anyway and then she'll leave me alone." well, i went in to serve. and never went back out. in games that season, i (think i) made more aces (or points scored by serving)than anyone else on the team. as i was played more and more, i got better and better in all of the positions, and coach bonelli realized that i was an asset, not a liability, and could be used to do WELL in games. i surprised her, and when she discovered that now i was GOOD, she got nice. that's right, nice. although things were still pretty akward between us (HELL, my dad had tried to get her FIRED the year before), we learned to cooperate with each other, and she turned out to be a pretty cool coach.
that year after school volleyball season ended, i enthusiastically returned to spike. and it was great.
then, that summer, my dad changed gears and decided to send me to a music camp for five and a half weeks (i play the cello).
after music camp, there was still a little bit of summer left, and i went to the maccabi games in memphis. the maccabi games are jewish teenager olympics that occur every year for a little more than a week, and i was on the nashville 16-and younger girls volleyball team. there were four other girls on the nashville team with me (and i became good friends with all of them). but, as everybody knows, volleyball needs 6 people on the court all the time. so we combined with the atlanta team, which also had (about) 4 girls. our coach was an AWESOME guy, and he was from nashville. plus, the 5 of us from nashville were (and this is the truth, i am not trying to be egotistical or anything)better than the atlanta girls, so we got most of the play time. well, he did sub atlanta girls in and out of a couple of our girls' spots, and the setter was from atlanta, so they did get play time. with the combination of great team chemistry, which leads to great teamwork, and a great coach, who builds you up rather than cuts you down, and players who knew how to play, for the entire time, my team was undefeated. there was only one other team (chicago) that was also undefeated. then.. the irony..
the last couple days of the games were the most crucial; they were the tournament days. the days that had been leading up to these days had been the ones that placed the teams in their spots for the tournament.
so
during the tournament, in the 3rd to last game, what happens?
but of course.
i twisted my ankle. i got out of the game, sat on the bench and cheered, and we managed to win that game, but it went downhill from there.
the next two games, which took place later; one later that day and one the next day, were the deciding ones for our place, and different atlanta girls were put into the spots that i normally played. and we lost those 2, the MOST CRUCIAL, games. that was two more games than the first place team lost (chicago), and one more game than the second place team (st. louis) lost.
while i can't say for sure whether or not we would have won the entire maccabi games, had i not been injured, (although we had won to st. louis the first time we had played them, when my ankle had not been hurt), i can say that i was EXTREMELY useful on that team, and although i was pissed to not be able to play, it was a massive stroke to my ego that the team had not started losing until i had stopped playing.
By the time school started, my ankle was all better, and i knew that it was finally my turn for junior varsity, and maybe even varsity. no more of this freshman/middle school shit.
when i saw coach lauer, i told her all about the maccabi games, and she seemed pretty impressed. and then volleyball started. and i never even got a CHANCE on varsity. coach lauer NEVER came to practices (varsity and jv practiced together); she was too concerned with basketball to worry about little old volleyball. she only showed up for varsity games, and since she hadn't seen me play since my eighth grade year, guess where i ended up.
there was no doubt that i was at least as good as my other teammates who were getting the opportunity, at least the CHANCE to play in some varsity games. but coach lauer thought i still sucked, she sent me to JV, and told that coach, coach schaffer, that i was awful. so i got very little playing time in junior varsity games anyway.
throughout the season, varsity girls were constantly getting injured; whenever this happened, coach lauer would call me to her office, and tell me that she wanted to see what i could do on varsity, she just needed to get "blank's" (whoever it was who got hurt; the person who was injured always changed) uniform back, then she would give it to me and i would get to play. well, i never got that uniform. the entire season, every time she did that, my hopes would go up like a baloon, then on the days of varsity games, "well golly geez.. "blank" is just not bringing me her uniform.. guess you just can't come to this game today.. " POP went that baloon, too close to the sun.
I tolerated this the whole season, but it annoyed the fuck out of me. so i was kind of glad when the season ended-if i wasn't being used the way i wanted to be used, what was it helping me?
then it was club season again. but spike.. oh spike.. the head coach had gotten a new job somewhere else (i hadn't really liked him that much anyway), and he passed the head-coach-ship down to juice, an awesome guy. but when the old head coach had left spike, spike had left the building, literally. we no longer had a practice place, and when juice finally found one, it was waaaaaaaaayyyy in the middle of nowhere, and on days that i had already committed myself to do other things. so i couldn't do spike. i tried out for IMPACT volleyball club, but that was waaaaayy out there as well, and also meeting on bad days for me. soooo.. no club volleyball for me that year.
i dealt with it.. and then came this year, my junior year. i was THE ONLY junior to play exclusively on the junior varsity team; everyone else in my age group, several of whom are no better than me (although that may be a matter of opinion, to be fair. but i think it is the truth.) were playing full time on varsity. i have come to the conclusion that since my father made so much trouble about me and my position on the team (and continued this year-if a game ran past the time that he wanted to go home, he would go ask coach lauer if i could leave early,since i was just sitting on the bench, while here i have been, trying to show that i am a good teammate by cheering, thinking that maybe she would put me in soon. and so he would ask her, then she would say, "well, i was gonna put her in to serve, but..." and then he would say, "oh, well if she was gonna go in, then we can stay, i guess." and making it seem like I was the one who asked him to ask her if i could go, thus making me look like a bad sport, etc..he did this all the time), she has decided she doesn't like me anymore, and was determined to not give me a chance. i had the opinion, then, that maybe if i stuck it out for one more year, she would play me on varsity, because she always puts seniors in for varsity. then at games, i saw seniors sitting on the bench. and that WOULD be me, if i play volleyball as a senior; she would put me on the bench for most of the time, since i would have not even been in for a very long time for varsity games. at the game on tuesday, i sat on the bench the entire time. if i wasn't judging lines, that is. for 2 hours.. doing nothing. then i asked myself: do i really want to do this? do i really want to be sitting doing nothing for two hours, when i could be doing something productive? like SLEEPING? or homework, or talking to friends, or cello, or walking the dog, or eating, or being on the computer, or.. get the picture? what is sitting here doing for me? and is she going to change?
what is the answer to that? will coach lauer ever change? HELL NAW. if she feels like it, she will damn well keep sending me to judge lines instead of letting me play. there are lots of good players on the team, and when she STILL has that preconcieved notion that i can't play (even though this year she has seen me in practice, she pretends to not notice me), who is she gonna pick? them. period. so why am i even trying? all practice with coach lauer does is give me a workout; it doesn't improve my personal volleyball skills at all. if i want a fucking workout, i can go run with my dog, i don't need to be wasting my time with her shit, and with being made to sit and on the bench for two hours during games. if i wanted to be a cheerleader, i would have tried out for the fucking cheerleading squad. and that's all there is to it. so on thursday, the 11th of september, 2003, i went to coach lauer and quit the volleyball team. of course, i just told her that i didn't have time to play anymore (i am still scared of her, gotta admit that. i didn't say anything about what i just wrote here.), and she was pretty nice about it. in truth, i think she was relieved i did quit.
so my dear volleyball, i will miss you. i hope that this will not be a long term goodbye, but a temporary one; if i have time this year, i would love to do a club. so, if i will see you again soon... until then..
and if not, i love you, and goodbye.
me
ps. and i would like to say, i really do not like coach lauer. like, at all. for all her little "i'm a christian" shit, she is really not a good christian at all. she lies too much. fuck her.