Yes! Finally.
How my coach and I stopped being awkward:
1. I lost my first game even though I could have won. Easily. Dang Fremd.
2. I pulled my right butt cheek, bruised the insides of my toes, and pulled the back of my left ankle.
2. I played some ugly games and lost ugly points.
3. My coach watched the whole time.
4. My coach told me that I have no strategy.
5. My coach told me that my overhead (yes, not clear. just overhead) is weak.
6. My coach said I have no speed change.
7. My coach bashed Midwest. Not okay.
8. My coach said, "所以你走的时候,我还是很sad, 因为我以近给你想出一个plan, 让你进步。最后两个月,我让他们小group一起念。你走了真是可喜。" And more, but I forgot.
9. We argued about teaching style and legitimacy.
10. She told me to come back to her camp.
AWWW.
If only she kept her promises. If only I valued my body less than I valued badminton.
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