My Experience At My First Volleyball Practice

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

Ever since I was a child, my parents put me in various sports: soccer, softball, volleyball, basketball, and cheer. Both my parents grew up playing sports and realized that being a part of team sports benefits the growth of a person’s perseverance, determination and overall personality. Not only was I an avid multi-sport athlete as a child, my four other siblings were as well. Motivated individuals have surrounded me throughout my life. They have given me a great example of what it means to succeed and persevere. Not only have I been surrounded by strong individuals I have also been able to try different sports. While it was fun being able to try different sports, I realize early on that soccer was what I wanted to pursue. Soccer showed me how to be a part of a team and never give up.

I walked outside the next morning feeling great. The bright vibrant sun shone on the freshly mowed grass. I loaded into my sister's car and we went off to school. The day passed extremely rapid,

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 sun was out and beating down on us already, it seemed as we had been out there for hours but really only minutes. Yet somehow I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else on this day except the baseball field. Little did I know what would happen that day. It was a Friday too, but for this game I felt good and knew something good would happen or bad. Either way i was prepared for the game. This was a game that would determine if I would start the last home game, so I had to do better.

“Okay, but if your grades start slipping you’re dropping out of one or both sports.”

I could feel the breeze skim through my hair as my loose shirt caught the brisk air behind me. This was my sanctuary, the feeling was bliss. I made my way home, bracing myself for the approaching argument I was about to have with my mother. That feeling of pleasure left my body as quickly as it arrived. I stepped into the front door, and closed it behind me as quietly as I could, maybe she wouldn't notice I was late home. But before I could even take the first few steps inside, I heard mum coming from the kitchen,

The ball whipped through the air, echoing through the gym like the snap from a leather whip. Lauren, our libero,had served. I glanced at the flashing scoreboard and winced at the score: 21-23. The other team had received the ball and were ready to set their outside hitter. Their hitter made a lightning fast approach and the ball spun through the air over to our side, aimed right at me.

A single beam of light shone thru the curtain. The specs of dust in the room danced between the rays, whisked into the air by the pleasant breeze tip toeing thru the screen door. I could feel the warmth on my cheek as I rose from the sheets, thoroughly rested. I briskly got ready, slipping on my tennis shoes, old and worn. Stepping outside, I was greeted by the painfully sweet aroma of sweet pea flowers, entranced by the blissful gleams of sunlight, and spellbound by the familiar screeching of parrots, flocking in clouds of bright vermilion.

It was a hot and sunny day in the month of May in the summer of 2016, and sports started to frustrate me. I, struggling with the game of football because of my size and strength, had no clue what to do. I wanted to quit. I wanted to give up, but my father said no. he said unless I can find something else to do, he would not let me quit.

Starts In the morning I step out of my car and it is pitch dark and eerie quiet, it's early morning the day after a tragic football game and everyone is tired and anticipating the meet ahead. We all sat babbling with each other and feeling comfortable. When I heard the push, hum of the school bus arriving up the drive. Everyone is ready just to get on the bus to sleep. When on the bus I can't get to sleep because I'm sharing my seat with a girl and the bus driver doesn't stop talking. We show up at the meet and i'm waiting for the tent to be put up so I can lay my bag down. My shoulder was aching and the grass was scratching my leg. During the warm up I was thrilled because two male teammates decided to run with us. They both smelled magnificent.

Volleyball has been a large part of my life the past five years as I've played on Greenwood High School's Team. My transition from elementary school to middle involved joining the high school volleyball team, along with two other to-be seventh graders. These past few years have been marked with both struggle and triumph as we experienced three different coaches as the original coach stepped down. This left us with only 14 girls to play with one year, when an average volleyball team plays with 30 girls. We struggled as a team that year but we also came closer together through shared experience, which enabled us to work together even better as a team the year after under the tutelage of our third coach. My ninth grade year I participated very heavily on the team as I played both Freshman and

I have been playing volleyball since I was ten years old. Now that I’m a senior, I applied to be a coach for the seventh grade volleyball team at our local middle school, Taylor. During the first week, I had a small team with nine girls, which was not nearly enough. Tryouts continued and the sign ups trickled in and soon enough, I had seventeen girls and two teams. I was sharing the gym with the sixth and eighth grade teams, so vying for gym time for each team was taxing, not to mention the two games per week for each team. The girls I was working with were scattered in skill level, ranging from beginner to near expert.

At the age of seven, I wanted to try out sports but I didn’t know which ones to choose or which one I would be good at. The first sport that I’d tried was baseball, and it was a nightmare first time that I went up to bat I got hit hard by a fastball ever since then I never wanted to have anything to do with that sport. A second sport that I’d tried was basketball, because of my height being tall and I didn’t understand how to play it or gave it anytime at all. Third sport and last sport, that I’d tried and loved was soccer. I remember the first time playing soccer, it was a very fast past game lots of running and passing the ball to my teammates. “My coach said that I was very talented”. I could pass the soccer ball from a very long distance,

“So what did the doctor say?” I remember asking this question so simply thinking my father had just gone to a simple check up. It was late in the afternoon on what seemed like any other normal day. My parents had just gotten home from my father’s doctor appointment when they picked me and my sister up to take her to softball practice. “We’ll talk about when we get home” my mother said very softly. My sister always being the one to just go along with what my parents had said just muttered a simple “okay.” I however have not been a very cooperative child “Well why can’t you just tell us now?” I stated simply annoyed with the fact that my parents were not answering my question. “We don’t want your sister to be distracted at practice” my dad said. Instantly a flood of worry rushed through me. “If it’s so important that it would distracted Cheyenne at practice it has to be something serious.” I thought to myself. Anxiously I waited until we arrived at the high school and my sister had exited the car. “So can you tell me now she’s gone?” I asked