Jump Serve

Today was the last day of volleyball class. Very, very sad. One funny thing was that I--along with most people in the class, I think-- just barely found out that Evan and Reid (Stevens, I think) are brothers, and not just good friends, like I'd thought. They're probably the two best players in the class. I would really love to be in a volleyball class with Jon. Someday.

Honestly, though, I've found myself looking forward to playing volleyball twice a week like nothing else. It's really made my day(s). I wonder if I can work coaching volleyball into my life somehow . . . Add it to the list, I guess.

Well, besides my lamentations over the loss of something beautiful in my life, one thing sticks out about my volleyball experience from today. Ever since the first day of class, I've been (actually) learning more and more about jump serving, something that I had just kind of played with a bit here and there before--and not something that I would even dare try in an intramural game or anything. But I have to admit that I've really gotten much better at it during this semester--maybe even to the point where I could say I'm good at it(!) (although we normally play on coed-height nets). But today was really cool for me because "Coach," a former All-American volleyball player for BYU, was right next to me, watching me serve, and she said something along the lines of "That's a really nice serve, Rob." Hmm. Wow. That really means something to me, I guess. Luckily, it's ("it was," that is) easy to be humble in that class, since I'm not exactly the best player there. But I fit in (past tense, that is) all right. :: sigh ::