Today I kind of ate humble pie. Some Mexican boys are less ball hogs and some are nice. Today some new boys came and with them came idiocy. I was picked second to last despite my three goals on the first day. Okay moving on, the boy who picked me was a 14 year old ogre who thought he was something special. He didn't ask me what my name was, where I was from or what position I liked to play. He laughed when I couldn't get the ball, he made fun of the Mexican soccer version of my name (Yumina: no idea where that came from), said nothing when I scored 2 goals and had his hand up his shirt all the time. Now when I try to get the ball from someone else I try hard like other people. The person I tend to try to steal the ball from is weak (generally speaking). I tap him and he makes a big deal out of it as if I am very clumsy or uncoordinated. I felt like today no one took me seriously. I feel that only one boy noticed that I was feeling bad and kind of looked at me to see if I was okay. 

       Okay, done dwelling on the bad parts; I am going to move on. The little kids seem to be nice; one kid, when he hears the confusion in my voice about some drill, will explain it to me. I think that is sweet (even if I understood that part, it's the thought that counts). I walked around town with my dad, went out to eat and ate cookies from a tiendita (little store). 

       I hope that tomorrow is better and brings more happy memories than today!

          Good night!