My Goals: One Year Later
One year ago I made a list of goals. Six months ago I reviewed it and *kinda* accomplished two of them and added another. But now, I’m happy to say all five goals are done, done and DONE! Goal number…
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Latest Posts
Healing the Pain with Badminton
The day before the US Presidential election, my facebook and wechat was filled with stories and comics and memes about the election. My students were talking about it and so were my foreign friends. But at badminton? Nothing. Blissful silence…
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We Got 5th Place!!
We got 5th place! Out of 16 teams!!! Sure 1-3 would have been best, but I’m actually really psyched and a little relieved. I was afraid that we would do so much worse. I’m the kind of person who gets…
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How a Foreigner Can Find a Badminton Coach (in China)
This blog is pretty new, and I don’t do anything to advertise it, but people are slowly beginning to find it. And not just people, but women! Foreign women living in China who also play badminton! (See the comments on…
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The Quiet Moments
On Tuesday I have class with my coach. We do it in the morning, so no one else bothers us. There are no other players, and the only other people there are Lao Shushu, the old uncle who lives at…
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My First Competition!!
Next weekend I have my first badminton competition (that I didn’t organize)! Woot! Woot! Ironically, one of the foreign teachers told me about it, not my badminton friends. He had a local friend who told him of the local “international…
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Badminton Tension (the good kind)
So let’s talk tension…string tension. I’ve skirted the issue in the past, but the tension of your racket affects your game play a lot. The strings are strung at whatever “poundage” is best for you. Pro’s use the most tension…
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Voices in my Head
Xiao Bing! Too Slow! Xiao Bing! Wrist higher! Xiao Bing! Body Lower! Xiao Bing! Too fast! Xiao Bing! Smash it! Xiao Bing! Hit it to the empty areas! Xiao Bing! Don’t smash it, hit it lightly over the net! (Xiao…
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Teaching all the Wrong English to All the Wrong People
It’s kinda funny because in my foreigner badminton group, everyone swears in their native language. I mean, swears just kinda pop out when you least expect it and they roll off the tongue so naturally you don’t have time to…
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Riding in the Car with My Coach
Because I’ve been playing everyday until around 11pm I miss the last bus home. So my coach has taken to driving me home. The first week we started this tradition, I hated it. Like I said in my other post,…
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