Volly Ball and Black Eyes // Spring Trip

Mrs. Roy {nurse}: "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Me: "three"
Mrs. Roy: "Hannah, with the other eye."
Me: "o ha-ha yeah sorry, that eye is fine" *removes ice pack. "Well now it’s four"
Mrs. Roy: "okay it looks like you will be okay, maybe a little bruising, but nothing to bad.
Me: ok cool

That was the conversation i had with the school nurse, an 2 hours or so ago after i got hit in the eye by a person less than 3 feet away from me, separated by only a volleyball net. And yes, if you were wondering the ball was spiked.

I'm not really sure how it happened, i just remember jumping to hit the ball back, then having to bend down and put pressure my eye, while people were shouting around me. I was led into a small kitchen and given an ice pack, which i later ditched, so i could go to the restroom to wash of my make-up, because i literally looked like a zombie. After that i didn't play any volleyball, because i could not open my eyes. One was too swollen; the other gave me a head-ache when i opened it.

It was the last day of our trip and we were supposed to be leaving at 8 o'clock sharp. All of our luggage was out side in the parking lot, and everyone from Bus 1 was packed and ready to go, waiting inside their bus, while we waited for what seem like years for bus 2 to come down the road and pick us up. After a while it started to rain and we all piled into the chapel, with our luggage {all the kids in bus 1 stayed in their bus and watched a movie}.

Inside the chapel, we could do nothing but wait, so we played mafia. Lots and lots of mafia. An hour later once it stopped raining, we were able to move over to the gym. Still no sign of Buss 2. There we played volleyball for an hour or 2 and that’s when I got hit in the eye.

Lunch time rolled around, and still no sign of the bus. So the camp made us lunch, and my friends guided me up the steps to the lunch room, since i still couldn't open my eyes. {It was still swollen and the light was to bright...}
I just happened to be seated at the picnik table that was where the front of the lunch line was. So every person in line that passed me {about 75% percent of everyone on the trip} asked me what happened to my eye. I must have repeated "i got hit in the eye, playing volleyball" a couple dozen times.

Once my best friend found me, i asked who had hit me. Turns out it was my "best-guy-friend". Ahhh you do not know how hard i laughed.  Just the day before he had made a hole in one of the room's walls, attached to the gym {playing dodge ball}. It was just not his day/week. He apologized a couple times and i just shrugged. It didn't matter to me. Why should it? In a week it would look good as new. But i still think its pretty funny!

And that my friends, is how i got my first black eye.

-Hannah

p.s. the bus never showed. It had broken down on our way here. We ended up renting a lot of mini vans and a few uHaul's to get us back. I got to go in the "injured car" with the nurse, another girl that got hurt and {thankfully} my best friend. We watched Percy Jackson on the way back home! *SPOILED!