Basketball Reflection

While preparing for tryouts, I was expected to condition for two hours every day, playing and exercising vigorously. Once tryouts came along, I was in my best shape physically, but mentally, I still feared I wasn't good enough. Luckily, I was wrong to doubt myself because I made the team. All three teams spent hours practicing together, which made me nervous because most of the girls were more experienced. Even though I made more mistakes than the varsity players, they always encouraged me. Because of this, I became a better player and person. As the ancient Chinese philosopher Lao Tzu stated, “If you want to lead the people, you must learn how to follow them.” By allowing me to make mistakes without making me feel like a complete failure, the varsity players set a good example of leadership. Since they were understanding and did not assume an attitude of superiority, I was inspired to be humble and compassionate toward others. Honestly, I am glad I persevered through the tough times because it has taught me the necessary lessons to be a great role model. I hope I can motivate girls to not only play volleyball but to also express the importance of transferring the life lessons learned from the game to their everyday

Volleyball season had started, and that means six o’clock practices bright and early. Practice was two hours long before school. I could feel the anxiety in the gym that day; everyone was nervous, thinking about what was to come. We did not play the best that day, to say the least. We kept seeing people walking past the gym, wishing they were anywhere else. The whole team was waiting for the clock to read eight so we could rush upstairs to change. At last, Coach let us take down the nets and go get ready. Our excitement led us to break record time taking down the nets.

Everyone knows that there is always a risk to playing a sport. You put so much hard work and effort in to maybe make the team. From eighth grade to the end of the first semester of my junior year, all of my time was devoted to volleyball. Basically any free time I had I was at private lessons or a skills camp. I put so many hours into this sport that I forgot about other things in my life that are important. Up until the club season of my junior year, I have never been cut from a team and I felt confident that I would not ever because I have already made it that far, but all it takes is one bad night to throw all your hard work away. The night of club season tryouts for 2014 I simply could not focus and was overall out of it. I got cut and to say I was devastated is an

At the start of high school my life began to take a turn. Up to that point my life had been predictable. I had the same friends, played the same sport, and was still an introverted person. My life was bland. Baseball is what I grew up playing throughout my childhood. It was that sport I looked forward to practicing, playing, and enjoying. As I started to get older, the people and coaches I played with changed. I began to play less, and wasn’t improving every week like I had hoped. I even tried out for the school team, but I was cut. For these reasons, my dedication to this sport was deteriorated. Trying out for the school team wasn’t what I wanted to do, but it’s what I presumed everyone expected of me. Once I ran passed this realization, I stopped playing baseball. This is not how I envisioned the future.

I was doing everything I could to make Rock Ridge’s volleyball team. I was working out almost every day, I went to every volleyball open gym, and I went to many clinics and camps. Making this team was very important to me, and I didn’t know what I would do if I didn’t. I’ve been working very hard to get a spot on the team. However, nothing could mentally prepare me for the three-day long try-out process.

My junior year volleyball season started off with great excitement: I would be a member of the varsity team. Little did I know, my primary position would be on the bench. It would have been very easy for me to become discouraged, but I am no quitter. Therefore, I decided to continue my hard work and dedication throughout the season, regardless of playing time. I made a vow to use the season to become a better player, both mentally and athletically. I became a cheerleader from the sidelines. I rooted for every other girl who was on the court, because they were my best friends and teammates, and they deserved to be praised and encouraged. I did all of

At tryouts all I wanted was to be on that team. All I thought had to do to reach my next goal was work hard. I remember walking down that back stairwell, full of students, rushing to get to the clear front doors of the school, where the list that my goal depended on was surrounded by my teammates. I used my height to my advantage and peeked over the crowd. My anticipation was quickly crushed, though, by an all encompassing sadness of not making the core team, but secondary one. That sadness quickly morphed into an unbridled anger. I was angry at myself, my teammates, God, but especially my coach, who I would later find out made promises to parents from the past season that their children would be starters. I never let the anger show during that forgotten season, I made some good memories and grew closer to people I thought I couldn't, but that anger was bottled up and needed escape. I needed revenge and that came in the form of club volleyball. I made the top team, and grew exponentially as a player, even playing on an older team for nationals. I came back ready for that next school season. I walked into the air conditioned, orange lighted, smelly, old gym full of confidence. I could do anything and no one was going to stop me from reaching my goal. I did make the core team that year. My goal I’d wanted for a year was completed and yet left me feeling unsatisfied and wanting more. These memories block out many others I’ve made in a wonderful six year volleyball career. It has formed me into the volleyball player I am today and that unsatisfied feeling gave way one of my next goals now, to play volleyball for a collegiate program at a division one school. But the only way to get that dream, as I have learned so many times, is work hard, pursue what you want, and never let anyone decide your fate for you, because if they do, it won't fulfill the goals you have chosen for

The purpose of this assignment is to discuss the contribution of reflective practice for clinical nursing. Reflection has been defined as a way for individuals to “capture their experience, think about it, mull it over and evaluate” (Boud et al 1985: 19)

I am a senior at Belleville West High School in Illinois. I know this a bit informal but I wanted to make sure there was a way you could get my message other than through the NBA website. Our Key Club is going to Fiji in March to help better the community. We have all of our travel plans taken care of, but we need money to cover the expenses. We thought it was a good idea to host a 3v3 tournament to make up for the funds we do not have. It cost $15,000 to pay for all five of us. I know the NBA is one of the most successful basketball franchises, so when we mentioned basketball I thought NBA. I knew it would be a long shot for you to even respond, but from my experience, the worst you could say is no or contribute in another way. I also would

Playing volleyball is something I really enjoy. When I play, the world around me gets shut out and I have a stellar focus. I don't realize who's cheering for our accomplishments or who's too busy on their phones, what happened that day at lunch, or what grade I got on that paper. My mind is completely blank. I long for those 8 hour tournaments, with the noxious stench of sweaty knee-pads and jerseys, and the thoughts of possibly not being able to make my plans that night. It was a sunny November day in Del Mar and I was watching tryouts for club volleyball. Due to an ankle injury, I was not able to tryout. This stupid injury, that regressively got worse, “blocked” my possibility to make the top team. I was unable to show off my skills at tryouts so I thought that maybe with my height and way with words that this may be enough to place me on the top team. Obviously I wasn't thinking straight because who would just place a girl on a team that gets #1 in the country countless times in tournaments. I knew in the back of my mind that I was most likely not going to make that team, a team consisting of 10 girls who have played

Joining the varsity volleyball team was my greatest accomplishments as a freshman. Unfortunately, I was the shortest on the team. My teammates and coach often berated me because of my height, thus causing me to become discouraged. To me my height represented my playing abilities, it was as if my team was degrading me for my playing ability, rather than my height. I began to practice harder than ever before, I practiced from my freshman year to my senior year, continuously. Four years of consistent exercise and practice of basic volleyball skills enabled me to become the best player on my team, yet I was still receiving offensive remarks from my team regarding my height. After recognizing that no matter how stupendous my playing abilities were,

This week at court was very interesting. I performed my usual duties which are observing the court, viewing documents submitted into evidence and assisting the court staff with anything that they needed. Though nothing interesting really happened on Tuesday, it was Thursday that brought forth the most action. On Thursday, Judge Deleon and I were assigned to the domestic violence courtroom. What stood out to me this day was the women who sat next to me. We sat in front of the courtroom but on the side of the judge behind a desk. Prior to today, I would always see a woman escort the witnesses in and out of the courtroom and to hand them subpoenas letting them know the date for their next trial. I never knew that they were called Court Advocates and that they helped witnesses. In this particular court room the Court Advocate was from a unit that fought against domestic violence. She explained to me that she spoke with witnesses

Though I felt professional, I played like a rookie. I probably tripped over the ball an upwards of twenty times. I perfected bouncing right back up, but it wasn’t enough to get me off the bench. It was then that I resolved to work. I concentrated in practice, and watched all the other kids who seemed to know what they were doing. Not everyone was worth watching though, as they didn’t possess my determined mindset. They were lazy and walked often, chatting instead of listening to our coach. Now, I realize that we were mostly all distracted, uncoordinated pre-teens with limited ability with an overly nice coach, whose lack of discipline translated onto our impressionable brains. But I have gone the roundabout way, simply put, we had no experience and neither did our coach. The inexperience of youth is a valid excuse, however, because when you reach a certain age, you should accumulate a certain kind of wisdom. If you don’t retain such wisdom, you shouldn’t try to teach as you cannot teach what you do not know. 0The middle school coach, at the time, didn’t understand this concept and fumbled about with the ball just as we did, except with lumbering, heavy steps like the resident giant of the soccer pitch. Our season went terribly: we lost almost every game by slaughter rule. Nobody really wanted to play us, as we didn’t provide any

At the end of my freshman year of high school i never thought that i would make the junior varsity team. I played as a freshman and did not consider myself one of the better players. While all my teammates were making perfect passes to the setter, i still struggled to get the ball there. I sat on the bench almost every game and wished i could be as athletic as everyone else. I watched as the back row players passed the ball right to the setter so she could get the volleyball to the outside hitters. After every hit over the net i would stand up and cheer, although i would still be jealous of them. what i didn't realize was I was my own problem. Once i realized this I vowed to change.

Sophomore year came, and I was nervous because now there was jv dark and varsity to worry about. I came to tryouts, and gave all my effort on volleyball as well as my friends. They had made the teams, and I never expected to be in jv dark. My best friends didn 't made it to jv dark but I couldn 't miss this opportunity. In addition, I was depressed that I could not be with them, but I needed to be in a team that I knew it was going to help me become better. It surely did because now there was more tasks that I could do. My serves were something no one could receive. Consequently, the only horrible part of jv dark is that I never had the chance to play. I came to practice everyday and I followed instructions, I never complained if we ran, but the coach never showed me that I could be in the court. I did showed her, I tried to show off my abilities in volleyball for her to notice. As a result to that she always put me aside. In effect of this, it brought me down I