At the beginning of the year, the class of 2008 went on their last class retreat ever. They went to a camp close to Cincinnati, and there were many things to do to keep them busy. On every retreat, there is some kind of competition between the boys and the girls. For the class of 2008, it seems to be volleyball every year. The girl’s volleyball team gets together and takes on the boys, who don’t have a single player that has ever played organized volleyball. The Girls have the technique, fundamentals and organized plays that they run for each other. The boys hit awkward shots, run into each other, but most importantly argue. Judging by this you would think that the girls had a complete advantage, but that was not the case.
The volleyball court was made of dead grass mixed with dirt and rocks. The lines were made by people’s shoes and sandals, and the teachers were the line judges. The guys formed their fake plays before the game, such as “red velvet” and “Tonka truck.” The game was close at first, but then the girls started to pull away. The girls were doing their set plays and they weren’t making a single mistake. The girls were like a perfect machine moving and working together, while the guys were confused and shocked.
The score was 21 to 15 and the guys were beginning to get a sick feeling in their stomach. They have never lost to the girls on the retreat and they felt their perfect record slipping away. It was gut check time for the guys, and they started to get extremely focused and emotional. After every point won, the boys would go crazy by yelling, chest pumping, and talking trash to the girl’s team. The girls could hardly believe that the boys might actually come back and beat them again.
The score was 24- 22, in favor of the girls, and the boys’ team was down to their chance. Before the ball was served, Tyler Joseph was yelling at his teammate Nick Thomas because of Nick’s poor play through out the game. When Tyler was not paying attention, the girls served to the boy’s side. The ball hit the ground, and the girls thought they had finally beaten the boys. Then their celebration was stopped as they saw the entire boys’ team get in Mr. Crary’s face arguing the call. The ball was served before they were ready so the point was overturned and the game lived on.
The boys then scored four points in a row, and knocked off the girls for the fourth year in a row. The girls couldn’t believe that they had been beaten at their own game again; but they needed to keep their heads, because they didn’t get beaten by the boys because the boys are more talented, but because the guys are better at yelling at the judges. This, in the boys’ eyes, is a recipe for success.
You may be wondering why I am telling you this now, since the retreat was four months ago. The senior trip is coming up soon; and now you know how competitions can get between the girls and the guys. In the end its only fun and the seniors laugh about how competitive it can get. Clash of the classes is coming up,, and the girls and the guys, will be on the same side for a change. We will be competing for bragging rights against the underclassmen. I can only imagine how competitive we will get when that time comes.
The volleyball court was made of dead grass mixed with dirt and rocks. The lines were made by people’s shoes and sandals, and the teachers were the line judges. The guys formed their fake plays before the game, such as “red velvet” and “Tonka truck.” The game was close at first, but then the girls started to pull away. The girls were doing their set plays and they weren’t making a single mistake. The girls were like a perfect machine moving and working together, while the guys were confused and shocked.
The score was 21 to 15 and the guys were beginning to get a sick feeling in their stomach. They have never lost to the girls on the retreat and they felt their perfect record slipping away. It was gut check time for the guys, and they started to get extremely focused and emotional. After every point won, the boys would go crazy by yelling, chest pumping, and talking trash to the girl’s team. The girls could hardly believe that the boys might actually come back and beat them again.
The score was 24- 22, in favor of the girls, and the boys’ team was down to their chance. Before the ball was served, Tyler Joseph was yelling at his teammate Nick Thomas because of Nick’s poor play through out the game. When Tyler was not paying attention, the girls served to the boy’s side. The ball hit the ground, and the girls thought they had finally beaten the boys. Then their celebration was stopped as they saw the entire boys’ team get in Mr. Crary’s face arguing the call. The ball was served before they were ready so the point was overturned and the game lived on.
The boys then scored four points in a row, and knocked off the girls for the fourth year in a row. The girls couldn’t believe that they had been beaten at their own game again; but they needed to keep their heads, because they didn’t get beaten by the boys because the boys are more talented, but because the guys are better at yelling at the judges. This, in the boys’ eyes, is a recipe for success.
You may be wondering why I am telling you this now, since the retreat was four months ago. The senior trip is coming up soon; and now you know how competitions can get between the girls and the guys. In the end its only fun and the seniors laugh about how competitive it can get. Clash of the classes is coming up,, and the girls and the guys, will be on the same side for a change. We will be competing for bragging rights against the underclassmen. I can only imagine how competitive we will get when that time comes.
