Volleyball. I tried to bump it when it started to fall, but I miscalculated and my hands, clasped together, met air. She looked at me and I did feel the contempt and disbelief in my incompetence. I don't know. I resolved to seem unhappy and worried for the remainder of the twenty minutes. I don't know if they sensed it - my humility and loss of confidence. I truly wished that I could be a more skilled athlete, but physical coordination [just] isn't my thing. Will they understand? Sure, they can shoot daggers and sneer and laugh at my desperate attempts; they can give me looks of cold disinterest. I don't care anymore. Or at least I try not to.