Little did I know what awaited me. I had signed up for a “sissy sport” and ended up in the middle of “Hell Week”.

Next year, if you’re a varsity athlete, you may be forced to take a test a bit different from the ones for history or math class. A drug test.

For the first two years of my life at Uni, I participated in three sports — cross country, basketball, and track. At first, I thought they were really fun and couldn’t wait for every practice or competition. But after two years, I decided to take a break from all the athletics.

Drip, drip, drip. “Forty-love.” Toss. Whack. Thud. A bright yellow ball hits the net. “Game!” yells a boy from across the fence. “Six-five, we win.”