Does God want Bethel to win?
Please, don’t challenge me to a game of spikeball. It’s not that I don’t like it. In fact, I love it. I love it so much I’m scared of what you’ll think of me afterward. I get mean in spikeball. I’ll call you names and taunt you and get really, really mad when you start to beat me. I’ll bloody up my knees and rip my leggings, but it’s all worth it to me if I win.
At the risk of sounding cocky, I’ll say that this is part of what makes me a good volleyball player. I have an inner drive (maybe comp