A quirky passion

A quirky passion

It takes a lot of guts to go off to university, knowing basically no one and reinvent yourself. Seriously. Entering this huge institution where you will be spending the next three years of your life. The first six weeks of this are pivotal; hence why I joined Ultimate Frisbee.

Obviously.

Of course, you must be thinking that I’m a weird pothead that doesn’t care about anything than getting “baked” and throwing a Frisbee around like a dog. But this is so far from the case. I’m a history student that just happened to not want to join the mainstream sports teams like Tennis or Netball. I’m so glad I went with my gut. My old friend from back home, Nathan, is the President of this sports club and on the sports open day he twisted my arm and made me come to one training session. I was dreading it. It came to 8pm on the following Sunday evening and I was seriously debating backing out as, yes, I judged it. I thought it weird and quite frankly pointless at first glance. Oh how wrong I was. Even though I was pretty terrible, and yes, couldn’t master a skill that many 6 year old children can do, I was hooked. It felt like surreal that I was playing a sport that I didn’t even know existed two weeks prior.

The object of the game is to pass the Frisbee up and down the pitch in order for your team to catch the disc in the end zone. You either start as the offensive team or defensive, depending on whether or not you start with the disc. But what kind you are, offence or defence, changes many times during one point (indication) as you will inevitably be “D’d” or drop it. Or if you’re like me, throw it straight off the pitch. This unfortunately is not a rare occurrence.

But what I love most about this sport is the kind of people it attracts. These people are a special breed of human; the beautiful kind. They like “popular” sports, but understand that Frisbee offers so much more. If you want to think of clique formations in America, they would be the mismatch bunch from several different tables being drawn together by the love of this peculiar game.

What they have helped me understand is to not care what people think of me. At school I was captain/ vice captain of teams, I participated in the school plays, “bitched” along with the “cool” group. I wasn’t the real me. But since coming along to UEA, what the Frisbee’s (Aye-Aye) have helped me understand is that you don’t have to please others in order to please yourself.

Ultimate is a wonderful sport full of even more wondrous people. Recently, I went on a Freshers tournament in Loughborough. As the games are self-reffed, it meant that the atmosphere is amazing. Even if you lose (which we did….. on our first game), you still make amazing friends. I remember meeting this one guy, I still do not know his name,  and for the whole weekend we just threw the disc and when it came to us being rivals we would always mark each other and have such a laugh. You can be serious when you want to be, but most of the time not.

What I often forget is that I’ve only playing it for about a month, so when I make a mistake, I get really angry with myself. But they are so forgiving, and when the session is done, we usually head down to the pub for a few snakebites. Even these little things are so precious to me. Don’t even get me started on big Wednesdays!

Aye-Aye have made me feel at home and I cannot wait to spend the next three years forming friendships that will last for life.

The rite of passage we’ve all unfortunately endured…

The rite of passage we’ve all unfortunately endured…

So, the morning of the 13th of August had arrived. Sweat started to drip from my brow, my hands were clammy and my eyes were bloodshot and puffy. This was my aesthetic that morning. Why? Exam results. This was the day the “education system” was going to tell me whether or not I was good enough to go to an institution that at the end of the day will except you if you have enough money and/ or are a genius. I think you can see why I was nervous. Up to this point, the most intellectually taxing thing I had ever had to do were my GCSE’s. Therefore, I could feel the heat for these results. Plus what made things worse was that I am a twin.

That’s right. A twin. For all you twins out there, even those with any siblings, you know how it feels to be bettered by your brother/sister. This is not a nice feeling. You pretend to be “happy” for them, when really inside you’re plotting a scheme that will ensure this will never happen again. Pepper spray and rope come to mind. Therefore a certain drive pushes you on to ensure that you will not endure that level of humiliation again. Good grades or being a generally nice human being does not fuel your day, it is beating your sibling, or in my case, my twin. If they open the door for someone, you lay down your coat so the recipient doesn’t muddy their shoes. If they get 25/30 on a test, you get 26/30. If they start to write a short story, you write a collection of novels. You see what I mean. So, this day suddenly became even more excruciating at the thought of her beating me.

The time was 08:03, results were on-line. They had been for a whole three minutes. The clocks seemed to slow down as entered the college website, then to our VLE, then to my page. On the right hand side lay the tab Exam Results (GRADES). MY heart nearly fell out of my body. I kid you not, I could have died. Right there, It would have been a mess. But nevertheless, I opened up the window and…….

Closed my eyes.

I couldn’t bear to look. The mere thought that my whole future had already been determined by some letters struck fear into my heart. How could this be possible? All of these foreboding thoughts came rushing into my head, they were like demons, entering my body without consent. It all felt very painfully real, like my life was just an elapse, and the picture was to be taken here. This moment.

I opened them.

I now study at the University of East Anglia and couldn’t be happier.