Home Cookin'
Check the abs on Steve Kung in the picture behind me. He looks like a freakin’ ninja turtle! I just thought I would point that out.
It has been a while since I last posted. The last three weeks of school sure were a hell of a lot of fun. Nothing beats six hours or more in a study room every day. Ah, but it’s not so bad. I would say that exam period is less stressful than the rest of the semester.
During classes, there are always projects and problem sets and all that nonsense combined with midterms and volleyball. When exam time rolls around, our practice schedule is light and classes are over. You just have every day to take your studying one exam at a time.
I was writing part of this on the flight back to good ol’ PEI. I didn’t know anyone when I first got on the plane, but I do now. It didn’t take long for a fellow islander to strike up a conversation. I must say, I was anxious to get home. I couldn’t wait to see my family and friends from home again.
I also couldn’t wait for some real cooking. I’ll be the first to tell that the New College caf is excellent as far as cafeterias go, but it sure doesn’t beat Nanny’s cooking. The Caf seemed to be slacking off in the last few weeks too. Meals were repetitious and serving sizes kept getting smaller. Passing hot dogs off for Italian sausage just does not cut it in my books. I finally got some genuine home-cooked grub.
From a volleyball standpoint, the break went really well. We are nearly one hundred percent healthy again. We have shaken things up a bit since the first half as well. Grandpa Jessi is now a libero, and we have tweaked some things on offense as well. It seems to be working after our first weekend of regular season matches.
Although we did take a loss, there were still many positives and things appear to be on the upswing from our finish to the first half.
Dalhousie also came for a little visit before classes started up. I must confess I was a little pre-occupied with making an impression on Mr. Ota, Dalhousie’s head coach. In an effort to remain in the Maritimes, I went searching for a position on his team. He turned me down, albeit tactfully, citing an overall lack of skill. I don’t hold a grudge; he has to make the best decision for his team. Had he asked me to play for him, I wouldn’t have found myself in the great situation I am in now. That being said, I really wanted to whup Dalhousie.
I would like to think that I accurately displayed my skill level during most of the scrimmages, until the final one. The score was something like 28 – 28 in the fourth set and one of our players had just made an excellent save off of a Dal block. The ball came right to me and I gracefully jumped four inches off the ground and deftly knocked the ball into the antenna below the tape and watched it land at my feet. We lost the set and I felt ridiculous.
Live and learn I guess. I remain thankful it was not a league game. There’s a reason this thing is called Rookie Road.
Wood Side-out
