Offside! Oops.
Travel! Oops.
Footwork! Oops.
Netball.. a game that i'm beginning to like quite a bit! Even though I must be the lousiest person in the team, the most inexperienced, the one who makes the most number of fouls.. the one who tires most easily. Panting, panting, faintish.
Really don't have the stamina to sprint, stop, chase, defend, attack, catch and throw. I take deep deep breaths.. but still when my heart's pounding and telling my brain to stop and rest, I really can't see any other way out! Only hope that on saturday I can sustain intensive 10 mins with a minute's rest in between.
I heard that real netball tournaments can get really competitive, and when players take things personally, things become rough. Last year someone fell and ended up with a bloody chin. I hope this year players are friendlier.. hope everyone will be ok! Gotta equip myself with sheddable layers of clothing (weather will be really cold), ointment from mom, plasters, any 1st aid related items.
What can I say? This year so far has been busy. Don't get me wrong, Im happily busy. Busy with my final year project, which i've just finished piloting. Designing an experiment on my own (with much help from my supervisor of cos!), seeing it take off, coupled with the uncertainty of how the results would turn out, whether my hypotheses will NOT be proven false.. it fills me with a sense of ownership and excitement! I'm like a mini-researcher! Haha.
The little gal from china is simply adorable. I met her at her school on Monday. Such a sweet, quiet gal. It must be really difficult! Being in a class where NOBODY speaks your own mother tongue, where you simply don't have the capacity to speak to them in English, where your teachers look at you and only smile when you utter faltering Mandarin words to them, and receive no response. Verbal interaction at its minimal. I have yet to find out more about her, her family background, everything else. The class is currently teaching the Victorian times, and the ethinic minority support teacher actually presented me with 3 photographs of a typical Victorian home and asked me to point the different items out to the gal and correct her! Oh my! Even i, a 21 yr old, felt verbally challenged. But the dangerous advantage i have there is to blabber nonsense Mandarin and NOBODY would know im wrong. BUT.. my morals shall guide me :) I tell myself not to hope to affect this child much.. how much i can give, i will. But 2 hours a week is perhaps all i can afford, and it's not much at all. But it's better than nothing i think...?
Getting late... i should be sleeping soon.
Travel! Oops.
Footwork! Oops.
Netball.. a game that i'm beginning to like quite a bit! Even though I must be the lousiest person in the team, the most inexperienced, the one who makes the most number of fouls.. the one who tires most easily. Panting, panting, faintish.
Really don't have the stamina to sprint, stop, chase, defend, attack, catch and throw. I take deep deep breaths.. but still when my heart's pounding and telling my brain to stop and rest, I really can't see any other way out! Only hope that on saturday I can sustain intensive 10 mins with a minute's rest in between.
I heard that real netball tournaments can get really competitive, and when players take things personally, things become rough. Last year someone fell and ended up with a bloody chin. I hope this year players are friendlier.. hope everyone will be ok! Gotta equip myself with sheddable layers of clothing (weather will be really cold), ointment from mom, plasters, any 1st aid related items.
What can I say? This year so far has been busy. Don't get me wrong, Im happily busy. Busy with my final year project, which i've just finished piloting. Designing an experiment on my own (with much help from my supervisor of cos!), seeing it take off, coupled with the uncertainty of how the results would turn out, whether my hypotheses will NOT be proven false.. it fills me with a sense of ownership and excitement! I'm like a mini-researcher! Haha.
The little gal from china is simply adorable. I met her at her school on Monday. Such a sweet, quiet gal. It must be really difficult! Being in a class where NOBODY speaks your own mother tongue, where you simply don't have the capacity to speak to them in English, where your teachers look at you and only smile when you utter faltering Mandarin words to them, and receive no response. Verbal interaction at its minimal. I have yet to find out more about her, her family background, everything else. The class is currently teaching the Victorian times, and the ethinic minority support teacher actually presented me with 3 photographs of a typical Victorian home and asked me to point the different items out to the gal and correct her! Oh my! Even i, a 21 yr old, felt verbally challenged. But the dangerous advantage i have there is to blabber nonsense Mandarin and NOBODY would know im wrong. BUT.. my morals shall guide me :) I tell myself not to hope to affect this child much.. how much i can give, i will. But 2 hours a week is perhaps all i can afford, and it's not much at all. But it's better than nothing i think...?
Getting late... i should be sleeping soon.
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