sports

At my school, instead of gym class, we have a sports requirement, which entails that after academic classes end at 1:15, all students are required to go to a sport. So four days a week [no sports on Fridays-darn], you can usually find a mob of students running down the three flights of stairs to the locker rooms. Our year is divided into three seasons, each with different sports, some coed [ooh-la-la], others not. I happen to play field hockey in the fall [a very good outlet for that pent-up anger in us all], swim in the winter [you could find the meaning of life in that expanse of shimmering water], and tennis in the spring [one of the coed sports]. Last year, I also played tennis with a few of my friends, along with four other girls and about ten boys. We were the B team, and let me tell you, we had a lot of good times. We went undefeated: 1-0 [we had one match that Maddie and I say was won because we weren't there-play practice]. Anyway, tennis isn't like the other sports- instead of teaching you how to play, you just played singles and challenged other people to move up the ladder. A.K.A, my friends and I had a fun time. The A team was the intimidating "other half" of tennis [everyone better than us], that we never really interacted with so we just had fun. This year, about 48 people signed up for tennis, which was a lot more than last year, and that meant a harsher try-out process, made worse by the bad weather. That meant the gym [shudder]. It was an intense process, let me tell you [though I'm easily intimidated]. The list of teams was supposed to be posted Friday, but of course it wasn't. Let me tell you, nerves were high. Now here's the JillMark in this situation: Maddie and I were wanted to be on B team. While others had hopes of high placement, Maddie and I were wishing to have the low placement, so when we went to see what teams we were today, you know where our prayers were. Before they told us, the A team coach told us nothing was official, it could be changed. Then the moment of truth came and our prayers were answered [surprise surprise!]. We had our dance of joy, and high fiving all the way to the courts. In our opinion, we got the better half of the deal.