A Curious Girl: Netball and Schoolwork

Thanks Lois for your little note in my guestbook:-) Thanks everyone else who may haved signed my guestbook but I rudely did not thank...

Just a few bits and pieces for today. For one thing, I missed telling you about netball in my Primary School entry. Actually, it's kind of embarrassing, the woman who wrote to me said it was her friend's daughter - I suddenly realised that not only does this girl still go to my school (I thought she may have left or something. Was't sure.) she also has Chemistry with me. Oops. Now, netball! In Year 6, I joined the netball team, practically a revolution for me as, let's face it, I am not a sporty person. Erm, at all. I can walk a lot, run a bit, and I can swim if I need to. That's always satisfied me. After a few sessions, run by Mr. Windsor (because no-one else would) I'd found that it was possible to enjoy yourself at a team sport, no-one was yelling at me for being a rubbish player, and what's more, I made a pretty good goal keeper. OK, not that good, but playing for an hour on Friday afternoons, I certainly improved. And to think I'd only gone because I'd kind of enjoyed one solitary match that we'd played on the very first games lesson of the year, and because Claire wanted to. It was Year 6s and Year 5s in the team - I was in the B team which was the less good one, with the Year 5s and the rest of the Year 6s. On matches with other schools, I played goal defence, but I think I preferred goal keeper, especially as Jennifer was the goal shooter and it meant that when activity was at the other end of the court, we could at least talk. I don't believe the B team ever won a match, but I remember several good matches between ourselves, in which I suddenly found myself able to catch the ball. In Year 3, lessons with Mrs. Whitaker, I was always fairly terrible at that. And I also loved the chatting afterwards, the way that we stopped having barriers of years and intelligence, and that kind of thing, and how because we all played netball, suddenly everyone was cool - we were fourteen girls who, at least on Friday afternoons, could be the best of friends. I tried to keep it up at my secondary school, but I believe I only went to one or two lunchtime practices, and I was out of practice, and I didn't feel the friendship I had felt with the girls at my primary school. I remember someone complimenting me on my netball skills after a games lesson, but more and more I just didn't feel part of it. I guess the magic left netball for me. However, I got made a reserve for interform netball matches, and we did win a couple of games with me - or despite me. But I think the real difference was, I didn't feel like the team was thinking together in the way it had. I didn't feel like I was accepted as a team member. Maybe I'm just remembering the good things - we did have harder times. And once, we got a couple of boys in on the team and it was really good!! Their different style livened the game up. But there you are - let no-one say I never do anything sporty!

What else? Oh yes, Chris got made a prefect. I'm not one, though. Probably for the best, it means I'm more likely to be able to do four A-levels! Dr. A II said solemnly 'You have my blessing', whilst doing a rather skewed sign of the cross. Heh. He did this because he teaches me English Lit., and that was what I was going to drop.

And Mrs. Pilgrim excitedly told me that she's got a Professor of Chemistry to give me a mock Biochemistry interview during the 'Find that Course' thingummy. Cool. I'm having my usualy uncertainties about everything, but after a particularly interesting lesson on respiration today, I realised that the sciences even help me worship; the sense of awe I get from the discovery helps increase my awe of the maker.

Dammit, Mum's asking me to do salad. I'll tell you the rest of the rubbish later...

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