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digitalruki1) We were on a scavenger hunt in the steep sloping mountains surrounding our remote inn where we were holding the Cultural Exchange Camp. I was the leader of my scavenger hunt group (Group 3!), I'd concluded this made me the Red Ranger, and that I was awesome. Just when I'd decided I also must be a closet mountain hiking prodigy, I slipped in a patch of slick mud and my face met dirt. Group three lost the hunt but my clothes were covered in mud. +5 for badass.
2) I was sitting with everyone in the cafeteria eating my fancy bento lunch, when I felt something smack the side of my face. I jumped--kind of like a cat who'd just been spray with water--and yelped. A girl sitting down the table from me called out "Sorry!" as I held up the offending article that had hit me--a folded up chopstick packet. What the heck? The girl--McKenna, kind of hyper but believably harmless--assured me she hadn't been aiming for me.
3) During the dodgeball game that I might have been getting waay to into, I ended up as one of 2 people left on my side. Which I don't really understand, because I suck at all sports including dodgeball. Usually, though, when I was last it meant that that game would soon be over. While my team yelled from the benches to aim for the other side's feet, I looked over to yell back when I got outed by a red rubber ball on my chin. The pain was second only to the shame of the loss in battle, and I fell to my knees like a fallen samurai. The sting remained for a couple more rounds, and I found out later that McKenna had scored the shot--this time it was on purpose. We got along great after that.
4) For some reason, after hiking, dodgeball and cooking over the fire in the freezing cold, I got roped into playing half-court basketball with a bunch of rowdy guys and Nahomi, the tiny student event coordinator who is also a sports whiz. I wasn't even sure what the rules of basketball were, seeing as I'd never actually played, but a 9-point tie later I was doing my best to help our team win. I found myself most useful by the hoop, catching missed shots and throwing them back to my teammates who could actually move with the ball. At this point, however, most of my teammates were right around me, trying to hit the ball in, and I was trying my best as well, and....at some point, the ball got smacked into my forehead, and I stumbled back, and I don't really remember what happened for the next few seconds.
5) I was sore all over, I was tired, and the game was almost over. But I could still stand, and my blood was pumping and I didn't really feel the pain after those first few seconds. And the game was almost over. So I laughed it off, again, and kept playing. Nahomi was on my team, after all. She swam like a fish through the court, truly a spectacle! We were tied again, 10-10, it was game-point time, we were so close! The ball went for the goal, right next to me, missed, and fell into my hands...so I threw it. And in it went!
For sucking at sports and outdoor activities, at least I seem to have some persistence? And as previously mentioned, far too much pep. I am so loud when I'm in game mode. Some people tell me that's my charm--I'm peppy. It's something I like about myself, too.
2) I was sitting with everyone in the cafeteria eating my fancy bento lunch, when I felt something smack the side of my face. I jumped--kind of like a cat who'd just been spray with water--and yelped. A girl sitting down the table from me called out "Sorry!" as I held up the offending article that had hit me--a folded up chopstick packet. What the heck? The girl--McKenna, kind of hyper but believably harmless--assured me she hadn't been aiming for me.
3) During the dodgeball game that I might have been getting waay to into, I ended up as one of 2 people left on my side. Which I don't really understand, because I suck at all sports including dodgeball. Usually, though, when I was last it meant that that game would soon be over. While my team yelled from the benches to aim for the other side's feet, I looked over to yell back when I got outed by a red rubber ball on my chin. The pain was second only to the shame of the loss in battle, and I fell to my knees like a fallen samurai. The sting remained for a couple more rounds, and I found out later that McKenna had scored the shot--this time it was on purpose. We got along great after that.
4) For some reason, after hiking, dodgeball and cooking over the fire in the freezing cold, I got roped into playing half-court basketball with a bunch of rowdy guys and Nahomi, the tiny student event coordinator who is also a sports whiz. I wasn't even sure what the rules of basketball were, seeing as I'd never actually played, but a 9-point tie later I was doing my best to help our team win. I found myself most useful by the hoop, catching missed shots and throwing them back to my teammates who could actually move with the ball. At this point, however, most of my teammates were right around me, trying to hit the ball in, and I was trying my best as well, and....at some point, the ball got smacked into my forehead, and I stumbled back, and I don't really remember what happened for the next few seconds.
5) I was sore all over, I was tired, and the game was almost over. But I could still stand, and my blood was pumping and I didn't really feel the pain after those first few seconds. And the game was almost over. So I laughed it off, again, and kept playing. Nahomi was on my team, after all. She swam like a fish through the court, truly a spectacle! We were tied again, 10-10, it was game-point time, we were so close! The ball went for the goal, right next to me, missed, and fell into my hands...so I threw it. And in it went!
For sucking at sports and outdoor activities, at least I seem to have some persistence? And as previously mentioned, far too much pep. I am so loud when I'm in game mode. Some people tell me that's my charm--I'm peppy. It's something I like about myself, too.
