Thursday, September 24, 2015

Field Hockey Fiasco

Every Saturday my good friend and I get together, we rotate through different activities, last Saturday we decided our activity would be field hockey. We’re both on the field hockey team, I’ve been playing longer than her, I’ve had more opportunities to pick up and learn skills. We decided to engage in a rigorous training session at the Portland Yacht Club.
I live on a street in between Town Landing and Portland Yacht Club. You can see the ocean from my house, and from my house to the Yacht Club is only a two minute walk. After our win to Greely, 3-1, on the previous day, our coach had told us to practice over the weekend, to test out all positions so we’d be ready for anything. This is what we decided to do, but we took it a little more intensely than we should have. Instead of playing in my yard with my lacrosse net we decided to head down to the Yacht Club, where we would indian dribble down the pier and drive balls on the docks.
First we started with defense. My friend showed natural abilities for the position. I played offense while she played defense. I came at her, full speed and full of effort. We two posts of a fence as goal posts. She would run out and I would run in, she would then jab and poke at the ball to get it out of my possession. We continued with defense, then we moved on to offense.
To be on the forward line you have to have an accurate shot, a hard shot. You have to have good stick skills as well as good hand-eye coordinating. This was what we practiced next. We shot between the two posts where she had been playing defense. We then worked on passing the ball while running, we ran down the pier. There were multiple occasions where the ball almost rolled into the water; but full of effort we stretched out and stopped that from happening. I used to play forward, when I was at a younger age, but it was in the seventh grade when I fell in love with mid.
The way I’ve learned the mids are the players that run the game, they get the balls to the forwards so they can shoot (though they can take shots themselves), and when the defense is under ‘attack’ they’re the players that help out the defense. They play both offense and defense at the same time, it takes full-on dedication to be a mid. My starting position is center mid, as my coach calls it, the team leader position. I can hit the ball, I have good stick skills, and if I have a shot I’ll go for it. But as a mid, it’s not my first priority to score, it’s to assist. We have an amazing forward line on our team. The inners have hard/accurate shots and the wings always go to post, which is crucial. Being a mid, I helped my friend out/taught her this position. There is a lot of running involved, and with that factor in play she wasn’t too fond of the position. The skills to work on are the same as the skills needed to start on the forward line, we had already worked on those skills. What we would do next was running, which is where she got turned-off from the idea. After working on the positions we practiced some more skills including:
  • The vacuum dribble. The ball must always be on your stick, rolling along with the wind. We started by doing this. The pier is some 20 feet tall with two open sides and a railing. Since the vacuum dribble is all about perfection and precision, the slightest mistake could impact the speed, and if the speed gets too fast then the ball will roll out of control. In my experience, I’ve come to learn that when the space in which you practice in is harder, more inclosed, that you will be forced to try harder, this will help with your hand-eye coordination and your effort. This was what happened. I started by vacuum dribbling down, stopping every few seconds which allowed me lose some speed, so the ball wouldn’t go out of control. I was going with the wind, so when my friend vacuum dribbled back up to the start of the pier she was going against the wind and didn’t have to stop. When she was nearing the top of the pier she passed the ball to me and then ran up to the start of the pier and played defense on me, for I was now in possession of the ball.
  • The indian dribble. This is the hardest kind of dribble. You bring the ball to one side, then to the other, you go in a squiggly line. We did this on the pier, and again the ball almost rolled into the water. It really helped though. Playing on a flat surface, not grass, allowed my friend and I to experience a harder scenario than we experience on a regular field.
  • Tap-tap, tap-tap. This is the final kind of dribbled. There is a rhythm with it; tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap. I coached my friend to go with this rhythm. Tap-tap, tap-tap. I was like a clock constantly ticking. Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap, and then she moved with the rhythm. Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap… We played this on the pier as well, stopping every few seconds to keep the ball under control, so we didn’t gain too much speed.
  • Dodges. The name of the skill gives it all away. We set up sticks and leafs, objects we could dodge around. We would dribbled up to them and then dodge, to the right or to the left. They were pretty simple. We then tried dodging down the pier, and almost lost the ball, again…
When we returned back to my house, we were very tired. We had spent more than two hours dodging and dribbling on the docks (pier). Today, Thursday, September 24th, 2015, we play Greely, the team we beat 3-1 last Friday. Wish us luck!

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Summertime Sadness

When the weather was warm and the sun was out
I went outside and danced about
The world was green
The night was calm
Summer was here and it wouldn’t last for long


The waves were rolling
And up hills I went strolling

I hung out with friends
And played cards in my den


The beach was sandy
And my umbrella came in handy
The sun was out
There was no rain about


The mountain air was cool
And I acted like a fool
For I was not in school


My family was crazy
All my days were hazy
And I was very lazy


Playing field hockey was fun
With my Omi’s favorite son
I went running on the beach
The horizon was just out of reach


I toured Asheville School
A ruling boarding school
The campus there was nice
But the tuition there was priced


I worked on summer math
Despite my many wraths
But the reward of summer work I won
Now I’m taking algebra one!


Some things will be missed
Others will not
But summer is over and it’s almost October
So cherish all the memories you’ve made
Because now it’s time for the eighth grade

 






Thursday, September 10, 2015

My Positive Passion to Purchase Problematic Pets

Months after two of my cats went missing I realized the house was lonely. Sure I had my parents, but do they sit in my lap and purr for hours on end? No. The end of school was drawing near, with my parents working all summer and my best friends in camp I wouldn’t have anyone left to spend time with. It was when I came to this conclusion that I realized something must be done, which is how we ended up with guinea pigs.
I crafted an argument, constructed a slideshow, and talked, a lot, until finally my parents gave in. On the last day of school, my mom and I went to visit a guinea pig farm, and the next day we had new furry friends. The first guinea pig we named Andy, after the Andes Mountains which is where their origin lies. The second guinea pig we named Papua New Guinea (we called him Papa), you can probably guess why. For creatures that were supposed to be extremely tamable, they were pretty boring. All these guinea pigs did was sit in their cage and eat. At the end of June I went to North Carolina for five weeks, and after saying goodbye to my new creatures, I hopped on the plane and left them in the care of my parents.
I love my parents, but they’re not the best when it comes to animals… When we went up to the guinea pig farm my mother was holding a guinea pig, all of the sudden, it got loose, and while running around the farmer's lawn it nearly get caught in a lawn mower. And then, when we first brought Papa and Andy home, my father was holding Papa when suddenly he dropped him from five feet off the ground to the hard, wooden floor. Not that they did this on purpose, they’re working on mastering the “control factor.” Throughout my time in North Carolina I was sent frequent emails with updates on the guinea pigs. My parents wanted me to bond with these creatures further than I already had, one day I found myself on FaceTime with them! It was halfway through my trip when I got the email informing me that my pets would be put up for purchase on Craigslist.
I didn’t think my parents were serious, but when I arrived back home my mother informed me that the listing already had five potential buyers. It was ridiculous! I had only had a week to spend with these creatures, and I had paid for them, their cage, everything. I pleaded for them to give me a chance to attach to these creatures, but it was too late. They were sold. I now know that we did the right thing selling them, they were a lot of work. TOO much work. But at the time it felt like the cat-loss all over again, just not as intense. However, there’s one thing I still haven’t gotten over. When the guinea pigs, the cage, and all other equipment were sold, I didn’t get my money back!