matching tracksuits

fun in threes, sometimes fours

Learning

"Hey, there's a grass volleyball tournament in town this weekend. Want to go play?" L asked.

"Sure," her best friend N replied.

That's how it started. So two good friends who both have a couple years' experience playing volleyball but no experience playing two-girl volleyball -- no experience at all, not just no experience playing together in pairs volleyball -- set out this morning to see how they'd do.

It was a learning experience, to say the least.

Not only did they not win a single set, their total points scored for six sets (54) didn't even average out to 10 points per game. To say they got their butts kicked is really quite an understatement.

It's not something she's used to in volleyball. Last year, her school's team won every single match and only dropped three or four sets the entire season. This year, with only two matches remaining, they haven't lost a single set. They are used to delivering the smackdown, not receiving it.

But it wasn't always like that either for the Girl. When she first started playing volleyball, she tried out for the school team in sixth grade and didn't make the cut. We put her in YMCA volleyball and her team didn't do well at all.

As a parent watching my daughter play volleyball, I always have some mixed emotions. During the last season, her team struggled mightily: they didn’t win a single match, if memory serves, and they only won a handful of sets. It was rough. Lots of frustration in the car after games.

“We won’t ever win.”

Several matches, they were swept, three sets to nothing. There was nothing immediately redeemable about that. I said what any parent would say: “You’re getting stronger.” “This is building character.” “This shows how tough you are, that you keep at it despite the challenges.” (Source)

Still, even then they weren't getting beaten brutally.

Today, they were. Completely outclassed. Completely and mercilessly beaten by girls who had much more experience than they do.

Point after point, set after set, game after game, they kept playing. They lost by scores like 21-7 and kept playing. They made silly mistakes and went for several points without actually earning a point but gaining points only from unforced errors and still, they kept playing.

I'm not sure when I was prouder of L.

As the morning progressed, they improved. They figured out some of the little strategic differences that pairs volleyball demands. They worked together more. Their game became a little more analytic. They grew.

What's more, when we asked the girls if they'd enjoyed it, they insisted they'd had fun. And I believe them. So a successful lesson on many levels.

A Circus of a Different Type

Down at the Trampoline

1978

Socratic Seminar

We had our first Socratic seminar today. The other halves of the classes will have it tomorrow, but I’m not looking forward to as much as I would have thought I would. It’s just so much different in such small classes. In sixth period, there were only eight students, which means four pairs. Four people talking doesn’t allow for animated discussion amongst eighth graders, you would think, but they actually did the best among all the students. It helps to have naturally talkative students, I guess. Still, with eight to twelve pairs of students working, the seminars seem to produce more ideas and livelier discussions.

It doesn’t work as well when there’s only half the class in attendance, but that’s just one of the sacrifices we make in 2020. We’re there. We’re able to do it at all. That’s what counts.

Thirty Years Ago

The Boy Writes

"Daddy, can we make a web site?" the Boy asked today. Granted, I think he was just looking for an excuse to spend more time on the computer, but there was only one way to find out.

"Sure. We already have one," I reminded him.

"Oh yeah, the family web site." He knows it from looking at pictures from the past. "Hey, E, come look at this picture!" "Hey, L, come watch this old video." But I don't think he realized it was something he could contribute to.

"You want to learn how post things there?" I asked.

"Yes!"

And so I created an account for him, showed him the basics of adding media and text, and turned him loose.

We'll see how long it lasts.

science work#boring

science work is so boring!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is a school and all kids know that all school is boring. well but Ravi loves it from bunkt. Ravi is from bunkt.Bunkt is a comedy and if you don't know what bunkt you need to watch it unless you are like 5 it can get scary.

Together

It used to happen more often: the kids and I would play something together and for a while, everything else disappeared. It's been a long time since that's happened. This afternoon, we had a little reminder of what that was like.

As the Girl gets older, she's less and less interested in the things the Boy loves. He can't handle the ever-decreasing attention and resorts to the old tried-and-true method of getting attention: he pesters her.

"That just makes her want to spend even less time with you, buddy," I've explained more times than I can recall.

"Okay," he grudgingly admits. And then heads off to pester her again.

Today, though, we went down to the trampoline/swing/hammock area and managed to play like we were all five years old again. There was laugher. There was silliness.

And then we came up to get dinner ready, and it all disappeared.

"E!" cried L, stretching his name into a three-second yell. "Leave me alone!" He was at it again.

My First Camera