the girl

Quarter Finals

The Girl’s team went into tonight as the underdogs. Facing River Bluff, the number 1 seed in the state, our girls were ranked fourth. Add to it the fact that River Bluff had already beaten us twice this year and it’s easy to see why Mauldin was not the favorite.

On the River Bluff athletic’s page, they posted a short story about it today:

River Bluff hopes to continue their playoff drive tonight as they travel to Mauldin for a matchup between two number 1 seeds. While the two programs are quite similar, River Bluff won both of the matches between the two programs earlier in the season in close 2-set sweeps.

River Bluff Athletics

They even included stats about the previous games, and even though the first chart of team-scoring averages seemed to favor Mauldin, they still had beaten us in both meetings, by the same scores, in fact.

My thought was that we had to win that first set. That seemed like a non-negotiable. Early on we were up by four or more, but then River Bluff came back. It went back and forth until Mauldin broke free and won 25-22.

“River Bluff will be out for blood now,” I thought, and they were indeed. They led most of the second set, and when it was 18-22, I thought we might not be able to recover. But we did, taking the second set 27-25.

“The River Bluff girls are broken now,” I told K. I didn’t mean that they were going to fall apart but simply that while they could have brushed off a first-set loss, a second-set loss would sting all the more. I thought one thing would be running through the River Bluff girls’ heads: had this been a best-of-three set game like in most tournaments, it would have been over.

The third set was close, but in the end, our girls swept them with a 25-23 win in the final set. The reaction was amazing, first from the girls, then from the students watching:

The River Bluff girls were heartbroken, with several of them just in tears. “I saw,” L said, “it was kind of sad.” That’s just the nature of sports, though. Someone has to win; someone has to lose. And after our rough club season earlier this year, I am so glad to see our Girl winning like this.

A couple of L’s friends from another high school — the high school we’d beaten to be regional champions — came to cheer Mauldin on. The three of them played club together this year, and they’re happy for L as well.

“That’s the number one team in the state!” I said to one of the girls. Her expression grew serious as she clarified, “Not anymore.”

Indeed.

Next up — Dorman. Last year, they beat Mauldin in the quarter-finals. Time for some revenge…

The Journey Continues

Tonight the Girl’s high school volleyball team’s quest for the state championship continued with a victory over Byrnes High School.

“It shouldn’t be any problem,” the Girl said offhandedly. “We’ve beaten them three times already this year.”

When the first set began, though, the girls from Byrnes seemed intent on telling a different story. They went back and forth, staying within a point of each other until the girls from Byrnes eased ahead: 12-13. Then 13-14. And 15-16. And 16-17. They just maintained that one-point lead, which is nothing to worry about, but if a one-point lead extends to a two- or three-point lead as they near 20, it becomes more problematic. 18-19, and I began to wonder.

Finally, the girls leveled it out at 19-19, and L rotated into server. She sent one skimming over the top of the net and the Byrnes girls struggled to receive it, and they were forced to pass it over with a free-ball. Our girls made quick work of it: 20-19. L served again. The Byrnes girls set their outside hitter, but our right side and middle were there and stuff the ball back to make it 21-19. Then L hit an ace for 22-19. Byrnes at this point called time out, but our girls were on a roll. L served again, and we won the point. 23-19. The Girl sent a shot that skipped off the top of the net and dropped among the defenders for set point: 24-19. Finally, L served for set. The Byrnes girls received it, set their hitter, and our libero took it easily, passing it to the setter. We all knew who was getting the ball: she’s a senior, the most powerful hitter, and team leader. The set went to Journee, sent a lightening ball into Byrnes’ court. It had ricocheted off the floor and was well above the girls’ heads before they knew what hit them.

Sunset at the football stadium

This Thursday, they have their most important game of the season: they face River Bluff, who has beaten them twice this year. However, the Girl’s team has beaten teams that beat River Bluff, so it’s far from clear who will win.

We’ll find out soon enough.

Region Champions

As of tonight, it’s official: the Girl’s varsity volleyball team are region champions. We didn’t play a game to settle it: it was a matter of whether another team lost or not. Technically, it wasn’t: our team was forced to forfeit against Woodmont because of having played too many games this season. (Apparently, that’s a rule.) If Woodmont had won tonight, they would have had the same record as Mauldin but because of the forfeit score (three sets of 25-0), they would have won because total points come into play in the event of a tie.

We’d played Woodmont earlier this year, and as with every other regional game, our girls took the game in straight sets. We would have undoubtedly done it again last Thursday were the girls not forced to forfeit, and honestly, everyone in the region probably realizes this as well: our girls are that good.

And so we’re into the playoffs, with the hope of winning the state championship in three weeks.

Forfeit

Does a win count as a win if an outside power forces a team to forfeit? Does the loss count as a loss? Do the standings afterward in any way reflect reality?

Senior Night

The varsity girls won in straight sets tonight. Again.

It was senior night, though, so there were a few more students there than usual.

Volleyball Tuesday

The Girl’s team played Woodmont High today — where three of her former teammates play. Mauldin is the team to beat right now, and when the home team went up four points on us, the crowd was going wild.

Then our girls got their act together and won by four points.

There’s always a bit of an advantage, I think, being the underdog on the home court. You really have nothing to lose, and if you hype yourself up enough (and you actually have the skills), you can convince yourself you can win. And then when you are winning, when it looks like you might pull off an upset (at least one set), your confidence soars. Until you start making mistakes, the favorites start coming back, and you start doubting yourself.

So Mauldin came from behind to win the first set 25-21, and in the second set, they did what I believe they felt they’d do the first set: they won 25-15. The third set was 25-18 or something like that, but they came close to losing the first set due to underestimating the opposition.

“Plus,” the Girl explained, “everyone thinks we’re the team to beat, so they play their best against us.”

After a tough club season last year, it’s good to see the Girl winning again.

Serve

Champions

L’s high school team won a local tournament with about 12 teams competing.

Return

The Girl has been sidelined for three weeks with a badly-sprained ankle. She did physical therapy the entire time, and last week she was hoping to get the go-ahead to return to play. Instead, her therapist told her, “You can return to practice, but don’t play.”

She was heartbroken.

Tonight was her first night back. It was their first region game — all the other teams they’ve been playing have been out of region. They won in three straight sets: 25-6; 25-15; 25-17. Or all-told, 75-38, just under a 2-1 scoring ratio.

The Girl got to play about 1.5 sets. She indicated she was pleased with how things went, but I know she wanted more, wanted to do better. Still, after three weeks of not playing, she did a fantastic job. And as always, hers were the loudest cheers on the team.

Saturday, Late August

It’s late August — the time of year when cooler autumnal temperatures approach, but sometimes not quite fast enough. Daytime temperatures can still get up into the mid-90s, and summer’s humidity still lingers, making it feel even warmer.

That’s all fine and good if your HVAC system is working well. Sure, it might work a bit more than you would hope. The heavy heat of July is a thing of the past, and although it can be hot, late August usually brings a bit of a break for one’s HVAC system and one’s power bill compared to mid-July. Not much — just a bit.

Still, we have a relatively high-efficiency system, and the difference I guess is no big savings. Five or ten bucks perhaps.

But then the system starts stalling, starts leaking coolant, and the indoor temperature climbs despite the temperature outside. Specialists arrive, investigate, diagnose, and give a $2,200 quote for fixing the system or $800 for a temporary bandaid.

“How long will it last?”

“A few months to a few years.”

Cheap is expensive; lack of information leads to poor decisions. It lasts less than 24 hours. $800 for 20 hours of cooling.

More specialists arrive. They’ll do the fix for about 75% of the other company’s quote. We go for it. The system works for a couple of weeks, still showing some strain and problems but keeping the house comfortable.

And then the whole thing shuts down. Completely. When temperatures return to the mid-90s. And the company we’ve been working with doesn’t work on the weekend, so we’re stuck until Monday. And so you start researching things like this.

Our Games

The Boy’s first games with his new soccer team took place today. It was a tough start to the season: 0-4 and 0-5 losses. I was expecting him to be terribly disappointed about it, but he was surprisingly stoic: “We have some things we need to fix, but we could be good.”

The Girl’s high school varsity team, for which L plays middle, won their first tournament today.

A day of contrasts.

First Day 2022

The Boy had a rough day of it: he’s been in a multi-age classroom for four years, meaning he’s been with the same group of people (mostly) for those four years. Fifth grade, though, doesn’t have a multi-age program, so he’s back out in the general population — and none too thrilled about it. All his closest friends from the last four years — all of them — ended up in different classes. A few of them got grouped together, but none of them are in E’s class. Which makes him less than thrilled about school after this first day.

We tried to help the Boy see things from a different perspective, but for the longest time, he just wasn’t interested. It was going to be a disastrous year, he was sure of it. There was no way it could get better — he was convinced. He might as well just switch to homeschool.

After some time in the pool and a lot of reassurance, he informed us on the way home that “all of Mama’s speeches” had made him a little more excited about tomorrow.

As for the Girl, she sat down in the car after volleyball practice, looked at me, and said, “Guess what we have in English class?” I raised my eyebrows in anticipation. “Articles of the week!”

I’ve been giving my students an article of the week for almost ten years now. It’s one of the most effective tools I use.

“Do you know what this is?” one of the Girl’s friends asked her.

“Yes,” she whispered back. “I’ve been grading them for years.” Which is dramatic sounding, and it probably got a laugh, but it’s not quite true. I’ve had her checking multiple choice questions, adding up the points, and using my scale to determine and write the grade on the paper, but that’s not really grading them.

“Same difference!” L playfully huffed when I pointed this out.

Final Full Day

Today was the last full day K and L will be here. Tomorrow afternoon we head to K’s brother’s house for a grill and a short nap before taking the girls to the airport at the ungodly hour of 4:00 am.

Today, we went to Spytkowice to visit with a few people we hadn’t seen at all or had seen only shortly.

And of course, there was the lovely drive home.

But the highlight of the day came at the start of the day, so to speak — before taking Babcia out for a final lunch, we had a short photo session.

The Boy took a picture.

I took a picture of the three generations of ladies.

But the picture of the day, in some ways the picture of the whole trip thus far, was a quick, informal portrait session with Babcia.

Babia Gora

I lived at the base of Babia Gora for seven years and only once tried to reach the summit. Shortly after that, I injured my knee while hiking in the Tatra Mountains. Some time after that, when my knee had healed, I injured the other knee. And so I never made it to the top of Babia. Until today.

Here’s some video showing just how windy it was at the top.

Pyzowka

I keep repeating myself: X is always a highlight of our time in Polska. When you come here only every few years, I guess everything becomes a highlight. Still, going to Pyzowka to visit K’s dearest friend D and her family has to count as a highlight no matter how you define it.

D is the type of friend you have that, no matter how much time has passed since your last visit, the years disappear in an instant and except for the topics of conversation, your relationship feels little different than it did when you were in high school together. These days, you might talk about the cost of your child applying to college versus the cost of your child going to college if you lived in the states. You might talk about friends that only one of you has seen in the last twenty years and how they’ve changed or not changed. You might talk about the cost of heating your house this year as opposed to last year. These are discussions your parents would have had years ago, but now you have them.

Before you know it, your children will be having them as well. But for now, your children are happy jumping on the trampoline and playing with a puppy. The cost of heating is as distant to them as it was to you when you were their age. They hear your discussions, but they don’t pay much attention to them.

Then again, neither did you.

Bowling and Cards

Traveling always risks bad weather; coming to Poland, for us it seems, just about guarantees it. After several lovely days (how many? four? five?), it’s supposed to rain. Every day. For the rest of K’s and L’s stay in Poland.

Still, we make the most of what we’ve got, like using leftover meat from rosol to make pierogi for lunch, or using the rainy weather to chop a little wood for Babcia.

After lunch we met with K’s brother’s family for some more bowling. This time, we took two lanes, and the adults played as well. That was a mistake: my long-injured finger began aching again, and I made it through two frames before I decided that it might be less painful to have my finger in a vice than roll even the lightest bowling ball available.

Afterward, we all headed back to Babcia’s for games and conversation. Hearing the cousins laugh and argue and joke together is a lovely bit of chaos.

And finally, I talked the girls into the first of several photo recreations. The original image is from 2008, when L was a year and a half old and S was a year older. They barely fit into the tub together now.