Descriptive Essay On A Volleyball Game

Imagine standing on a softball field expected to perform at the age of 5. Even though the butterflies in my stomach were starting a war, nothing was going to stop me from stepping on that field to play my first tee ball game as a Little Tiger. Fans cheered, but what I noticed most was a little boy in the outfield picking his nose. Standing in the box, I was terrified; the field looked huge. I had never seen anything like this before, but I knew that the little boy was the person I needed to hit the ball to, so I hit the ball as hard as I could. The ball went soaring through the air like a bird on fire. Dropping from the air, it rolled to the fence. At that time, I knew I had fallen in love with the game of softball. I was smiling from ear to ear, I couldn’t believe I had hit the ball that far! Both sides screamed, yelled, and shouted with excitement. Was all this commotion for me? I rounded first, but I couldn’t go to second because my teammate, Kylie Leach, didn’t run. I didn’t know what she was doing. Sadly, the batter after me hit a ground ball to the pitcher, and the other team threw him out at first.

Middle school is a time when kids attempt to figure out how they fit in, and that is exactly what I was looking to do when I started playing volleyball. I was in seventh grade when I decided to try out, and it was only because my best friend was playing. Little did I know just how organized and complex the game was; I just assumed volleyball was a more intense version of “don’t let the balloon touch the ground.” I never thought that I would become so passionate about this sport that it would have an impact on my character.

     The sport of volleyball was created by a man named William G. Morgan of Holyoke, Massachusetts in 1895. Morgan was a physical education teacher at the YMCA and called it "mintonette". It was an indoor or outdoor pastime that had characteristics of both handball and tennis. The first rules were written down by Morgan himself. He wrote that the game called for a 6 foot 6 inch net and a court of 25x50 feet. A match composed of 9 innings and 3 serves for each team in each inning. In case of a serving error they got a second chance just like in tennis. If the ball it the net

She said, "Either you love volleyball or you don't the coach doesn't matter," she replied. At that moment I knew that I love volleyball and I love to play and I'm not gonna let anything get in the way of that. When I play volleyball all the abominable things in the world just seem to go

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.

“The kids don’t necessarily have to worry about being the strongest player, the fastest player or the best player,” she said. “Of course we want them to try to go for those things, but they’ll play regardless. That’s comforting for a lot of them.”

That day, I met a group of 13 boys, out of shape, lacking fundamentals, but willing to learn. I, along with a few other old teammates, understood that we needed to push these kids to their physical limits, and ran them until we got tired. The other coaches I worked with were both around the same age as me, but all came from different schools, granting us a multitude of drills to make sure the kids advanced as fast as possible. Although our viewpoints on how to manage the team may have differed at times, we had the same common goal, making these boys better at

“Girls, I want you to run this new play,” He demanded, while he got down on one knee and began to scribble something foreign on his clipboard. My head was spinning, I was exhausted, irritated, and distracted. We huddled, then sprinted back out to the court. We continued to fumble the ball around and attempt to block the layups the other team was scoring. The buzzer boomed and echoed across the lifeless gym. We jogged over to the bench, yet Coach Foley had no words.

I am a cross age tutor for physical education. This means I am the PE coach of twenty-seven first graders. As a coach, I am responsible for my students, and I have to try and motivate them to participate. I am also in charge of organizing and demonstrating activities for the class. Being the oldest of 6 kids, I am often around young children. I incorporate my experiences with my siblings to help me with my first graders. My knowledge from my siblings make me a better cross age tutor. I have the patience to wait for the children to settle down. I can speak in a kid friendly tone and language, but also make them aware that I’m their coach. As their coach, I notice some students don’t enjoy physical education. My job is to make sure all my students

The volleyball season ended with a bang when varsity made it all the way to districts. The coaches were very proud of the girls and expressed their appreciation for their efforts at their banquet.

Running into the gym with my team, knowing it was my last middle school basketball game, but first championship game I felt elated and truly blessed. My knees quivered with anticipation after seeing all the bleachers filled with people. After realizing even the press and other media was in attendance I grasped the moment like a newly elected president at his inauguration. I am warming up doing basketball drills, when I began to look at the flags on the gym wall depicting the history of the basketball team. The years and dates of the last championship game, Historically a championship game had not been won since 2007 . The more I stared at the flags, the more it made me want to win this game and make history in this gym. As the crowd and cheerleaders start to chant, cheer and get loud, I started to feel more comfortable and rowdy more than I had ever felt in any other game that I’ve played. Waiting for the referee to blow the whistle for jumpall to start. I felt my fingertips tapping the side of my leg, which for some reason gives me a sign to myself that I am pumped up and ready to play!

I felt like I could do anything. The moment was extremely surreal. I hadn’t accomplished anything so arduous in my life. The crowd’s cheers were thundering through my body. I had so much adrenaline coursing through my veins that I wasn’t even weary. People were jumping up and down, screaming in victory, and clapping so loud I couldn’t hear myself think. I couldn’t believe that I had just won the State Championship volleyball game.

INTRODUCTION BACKGROUND: When a child actively participates in sports, they are able to learn life lessons in a fun and positive atmosphere.

Volleyball, one of the world's greatest sports. From the hot and muggy gym, to sweat dripping down each players face, volleyball is not for the faint of heart. This sport requires a single-minded desire: to win. It takes more than just teamwork to win. Volleyball has always been one of my favorite sports. I would always meet a new friend anywhere I would go. Believe it or not these situations are how you could meet your life long best friends.

As children grow they continue to need physical activity. One of the methods of exercise that is popular with children in the middle childhood age is rough and tumble play or ‘play fighting’ (McDevitt & Ormrod, 2010). Unfortunately, this sort of play is often discouraged by schools because of the possibility that someone may become injured. (McDevitt & Ormrod, 2010). Teachers must find the balance between protecting children from getting hurt and allowing them to run and jump to release the copious amounts of energy that they have to burn (McDevitt & Ormrod, 2010).