I should be going to bed now as orientation starts tomorrow and I need to be awake and alert. Also I should be punished and sent straight to bed after the pathetic title I gave. Still, I need to toot my own horn a little bit before I forget.
Tonight for FHE the ward played dodge ball. I, of course, am dismal. I played virtually no role whatsoever in any of the first four games but still enjoyed myself and met some kind people. Anyway, so I was horrible. Perhaps my completely nonthreatening and timid playing style was the reason that the last game--the tiebreaker-- found me as the last member of my team still able to play against two stocky boys on the other team. Naturally, as I'm female, smallish, and new they didn't want to release everything they had but things still weren't looking good. Most of the balls were on our side of the gym and they only had 3 between them. They threw two at me at once and somehow I was able to dodge both (a miracle, I'm sure). In an effort to stop one from crossing back over I slid and grabbed it from just over the line. I barely got it but was kneeling at their mercy when they threw the last ball at me. Again some miracle helped me block it with the one I had just got. Everyone (including me) was duly surprised and impressed. Then--my true moment of triumph--one of they boys threw the ball back at me (it had bounced back into their side) and I caught it! It was amazing! That boy was out, it brought in one of our own boys and we won the tiebreaker!
As it was church dodge ball there really wasn't that much competition or anything, but it was a satisfying surprise that I didn't totally embarrass myself. Weird.
