Volleyball Wednesdays. A Korean tradition of bonding and sportsmanship wherein public school staff is encouraged to play a nice, cutthroat game of volleyball each week after school.
When I first heard this, I thought it was a joke. A mean joke told to a petite American with little to no athletic ability besides running. But it seems it's true. Because here's the deal, in one sweeping generality: Koreans love volleyball. When my school heard I'd be coming here to teach, I believe there was excitement in the volleyball-charged air. They imagined, perhaps, that I'd show up like this:
Instead, this is what they got:
Big-time. I haven't played volleyball since my Catholic high school days in the late 1980s and early 1990s. As it turns out, I still suck. Time has made me wiser and more mature, but it has only made me an older sucky player on the volleyball court.
And there's been no hiding this from my Korean co-workers.
The first time I played volleyball with them was my second day teaching here. I knew it was coming. My predecessor told me about it. "Don't worry," she said. "You don't have to do it. I never did." But I couldn't refuse. I learned to eat (and eventually really like) kimchi and I'd be damned if I wasn't going to play volleyball, too, if it was called for in this new surrounding culture of mine.
Bring it.
All day long on that first Wednesday, co-workers greeted me with a mock volleyball move- arms extended, palms shown flat. An imaginary ball would get whacked and a questioning look directed my way. "Yes," I'd announce proudly while mimicking the gesture. "I am playing volleyball with you today." What they didn't know is I. was. terrified.
Here are 10 things I've figured out about playing volleyball in Korea with your co-workers on Wednesdays. I hope they prove helpful to you, if you find yourself in the same position.
1) If you, with a nervous stomach and sweaty palms, go into the staff bathroom, look at yourself in the mirror, and repeat, "You ARE a volleyball player. You CAN do this!" over and over again, it does not actually make you play any better.
2) Volleyball is a chance for the crabby co-worker who usually looks disgusted by your presence to finally acknowledge you by yelling "HEY YOU!" and then direct you to stand in a certain place on the court. These are the only two words he has and will ever say to you, and they are in English, so you ignore his grimace and flash him a smile. This makes him growl.
3) If you forget your change of clothes for volleyball, you will be encouraged to walk the 3 mile round trip home to retrieve them. This will be suggested to you as though the suggestion itself were some kind of gift or favor. You will be confused the whole way home and the whole way back.
4) If you forget your change of clothes on another occasion and do not have time to go home, your principal will advise you to just play in what you are wearing: a black dress and black flats.
5) If you attempt to spike the ball and you are wearing a dress (see above) you may unintentionally flash a sight of your bright red underwear to your principal, the creepy whistle blower man, and the lunch ladies. If this happens, one of the lunch ladies will whisk you off into the cafeteria where she will strip you of your clothing and throw an unsightly substitute for athletic gear on you: a white baggy long-sleeved shirt and some blue shiny nylon pants 2 sizes too big. These pants will have a way of trapping every ounce of heat and sweat in and within 5 minutes of wearing them, you will have the unpleasant sensation that you pissed yourself.
6) You will notice within the first 5 minutes of your first game that you suck and your co-workers do not. This will be evident by their jumping and slamming the ball across the net, high fiving each other, and otherwise performing miraculous aerodynamic stunts during plays. Your suckiness will be evident by the way you cower when the ball comes near, and by the way the ball makes contact with parts of your body other than the designated volleyball contact spots, like the wrists and insides of your arms.
7) You will be thrilled each time shy girl, whose name you don't know but you refer to her as "shy girl," has to serve the ball. She is perhaps suckier than you. As is the chubby guy who is very nice but a little nervous. You may try to bond with them by giving them a thumbs up after each of their failed serves, but they do not want to align themselves with you.
8) You will be spoken to, barked at, congratulated, and chastised in a language you don't understand. Sometimes English will be thrown in in such a way that what was at first confusing is not utterly insane.
"Auntie B!" (they will call you "Auntie B") "Auntie B! No touchee ball!"
"Wait...you want me to...not touch the ball? I don't get it. Am I supposed to...wait...what?!"
"Auntie B! Hit ball! No touchee!"
"Wait...what?" Hit it? Or don't touch it? What do you want me to do? I'm so....wait....what?"
This conversation will be with your principal. You will ask him not to fire you when your head makes contact with the ball, costing your team a point. He will not understand, despite your best attempts to act out "don't" and "fire."
9) If you super-suck, like I do, you will be asked to do additional practice serves with shy girl and chubby boy while everyone else eats oranges on the sidelines and watches you. This will leave you with bruises in your left hand and wrist, further evidence that you suck, as this is not where the ball is supposed to make contact.
You must learn how to say "It's been fun. See you next Wednesday."
And you must learn how to mean it.
