I realized that I still have a very, very long way to go when it comes to volleyball.
Today we played after school, an informal game. In the beginning I was with most of the guys, and wow, they hit hard. I have to admit, I was very much afraid of being hit by the ball- so everytime it came my way, I would move out. Honestly, I couldn’t contribute anything to the team, so I was feeling a bit disappointed with myself. This went on for several minutes, or maybe even an hour.
Then one time, when the other girls had come in to join already, I saw that someone had hit the ball really high up, and it was coming down towards me. I went to move out of the way, but the ball had been hit very high and was taking a long time coming down. I decided, hey, I’m going to hit this thing. So I stretched out my right arm and pak! I hit it as hard as I could, which wasn’t very hard. But I hit it. 
And, apparently, I can’t pass a ball with two hands. 
I have to do a one-handed pass, which is probably much more difficult. But you see, my brain works a bit slowly so it takes me a while to register the incoming ball- and by the time I’ve registered it I usually don’t have the time to get both my hands into position. So yeah, I’ll stick with my one-armed passes. I hope I’ll be able to learn how to do it properly.
And then, when I tried later on to do service (sidearm) I couldn’t do it anymore. I probably wasn’t concentrating, but it was still very frustrating.
Serve count: 17 in my lifetime. 4 today.
But I honestly really disliked my performance today. I was so afraid of the ball at first, and I actually don’t have bruises on my arm. To me, the bruises were a symbol of how much I practiced, that even if I failed, i had proof that I tried my best. But I had no bruises at all today. 
