Rookie to Vet: Fall 2015
"Are you excited to be a vet next year?" It’s a question all rising rookies get nearing the end of the spring. But were were? Speaking for myself, I wasn't really. I wasn't sure what the differences between being a rookie and being a vet were really going to be. I wasn't going to have to get the cones, but was I going to be expected to suddenly be a frisbee goddess? So here is what I and some of the other current sophomores have to say about what we’ve learned so far. When you’re a vet:
You stop cutting out of the middle of the stack (seriously rookies, quit it).
You see what Arty means by "no one is going deep" because literally no one is going deep.
You understand what sly is and why all the vets last year always begged to run it.
You're somehow supposed to instantly know how to huck. And you don't.
You still don't understand some (a lot of) stuff, so you fake it till you make it.
You finally know the cheers (or you should *cough* captains *cough*).
You know what "fitness reward" or "megxcersise" mean and you know you’re screwed.
You get beat by rookies and quickly learn that you are not a frisbee goddess.
You try to emulate the role model that influenced you to stick with Luna.
You get to watch all the rookies improve and find their place on the team, and it’s awesome.
You aren't learning how much this team means, you know.
Sometimes you do go get the cones, out of love.
Mainly, when you're a vet, you realize that you will always be a rookie. You’ll try your hardest. You’ll have a lot of things to work on to get better. You’ll make stupid mistakes. Just now as a vet, you will know all your effort is worth it.
