I found out that unlike in Physical Fitness, where my B+ came from only gods know where, for Table Tennis we’re going to have “skills tests,” all of which are designed to challenge our limitless range of hand-eye coordination. Of which, of course, I have none at all.
One of the skills tests is “tapping” the ball with our paddles (rackets? whatever) in both forehand and backhand positions at least 50 times in place. Shit, I can’t even do it 25 times not-in-place, I highly doubt I can double that by the time the test starts.
We also practiced “walling” which is basically hypothetically playing a against a wall. In my case, the wall was winning. And to add insult to injury, the electric fan was pushing my table tennis ball all over the area so I actually spent more time chasing it than actually hitting it like I should have.
And then lastly, we were made to practice the footwork lunges, steps and such while still hitting an in. I was grouped with these girls my prof always uses to demonstrate the moves to everyone else. It is basically as bad as it sounds. I was playing worse than Anna Ivanovic in a quarterfinal for anything (this could be a so-last-year tennis reference; I haven’t been really keeping track since Delpo decided to bust his wrist and drop to 200-something in the rankings). A simpler description for the non-tennis fans out there: OUT. OUT. OUT. Oops, I just hit that girl in the face. LUCKY IN! OUT.
To everyone who has ever been told that Table Tennis is an easy A: No. I can’t even count the number of times I was mumbling “this fucking sport” to myself.
But then again I make my friends lose in DotA because I keep pressing the wrong keys. I think I’m just severely lacking of any skills that can make me even the semblance of “good” at Table Tennis.