First off, I'm just going to say that I am possibly the world's worst blogger, only because if you looked up tedious in the dictionary, my life would be right next to it. I'm not exactly sure why I'm creating this blog, since I've already dealt with two failed attempts. Well, technically only one failed attempt: a Blogspot mish-mash of random teenage gushing and unimportant discussions during my freshman year of high school - that last about two months. And then there's my more successful attempt - a Tumblr - that has been dedicated to my many smartass remarks and interesting photography that (in some ways) applies to my life. But, it's really too bad that Tumblr is on the list of blocked websites for my school laptop, so I resorted to Blogspot after reading my sophomore-year English teacher's. No, I will not give you the URL nor will I tell you the name. Yet I will tell you that she is quite the clever and interesting type. Go find her if you want to read something good.
In the coming days, I'll be beginning my junior year in a small-town New Jersey high school that currently holds zero percent of my interest and, to be quite frank, I have no desire to go back. It's not just the crapload of college applications, AP/honors classes, and athletic teams that I'll be struggling to keep up with - no, no, no; it's the people as well. You see, I'm not what people would refer to as "popular." I'm not a loser, either, though. Partial jock, here and there. Definitely not a thespian. Smart enough, but not stellar...I'm average. I'm a bug, I go unnoticed. It's funny, though, because most of the time, I notice everything.
It's not that I deliberately poke my nosy little head into peoples' lives - most of the time it just happens. You hear things, you know? That's high school for you. But this isn't a place for gossip. This is merely a place where I will discuss my opinions and anybody who reads it will have the option to either silently agree/disagree or plunge my head down the toilet and flush while screaming, "Eat shit, bitch!" in my ear, which I'm not very thrilled about. So let's just stick to the first option, shall we?
Which brings me to my very first topic - high school sports. We have our very first volleyball scrimmage tomorrow (hooray?) which, as you can see, I'm not all-too excited for. It's not that I don't like volleyball; it's just that I'm a bit concerned for my senior Spandex-wearing, stick-your-ass-out-and-hit-while-the-football-players-walk-by career in this sport. I'm not the best player: junior varsity as a junior, which is okay. I'm with my friends, at least. Yet my senior friends, who played on JV with us last year, were told by the varsity coach that they would never play. "Whatever sliver of hope you have of thinking you might get in, you won't," he told them bluntly. It didn't help that all the while he was pretty stoic, two of them were on the verge of laughing hysterically. One of them - my friend Nicole - said she's only doing it for the varsity jacket.
I can see her reasoning (perhaps?) but I've got to say that that really sucks. How else could I put it? They were told that they aren't on "the same level" as everybody else because, unlike the others, they don't play volleyball all year 'round. Well, neither do I. Does that mean I'm screwed for next year, too, Coach? Sure as hell hope not. My cousin Corinne and I debated this while we were waiting outside for our ride to the diner for some post-practice snacking. "I don't have a chance next year," she told me as I wrapped her blistered feet in pre-wrap in the abandoned athletic hallway of the school. "I don't see any point in doing it if I'm not a necessity for the team."
Well, right-on, Corinne. I feel the same way.
Because I play lacrosse during the spring (and am still deciding whether or not I should do indoor track during the winter to condition for said-lacrosse) I do not have time to play club volleyball. Which basically guarantees a one-way ticket to the bench for my senior year. It's all politics, though, too. The coaches all talk to each other - to my lax coach, don't think I don't see you chatting it up with the varsity soccer coach. We all know you're recruiting for each other.
Oh well. I guess we'll just have to wait and see how this year's volleyball turns out.
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