My Experience On My Volleyball Experience

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

I was anxious to see if my name was in even though I knew it wasn’t it would still feel good to know. When my teacher named everyone I was disappointed that my name wasn’t announced so I asked if I could get a drink, but I really went up to the counseling office. When I arrived, I asked the counseling secretary if I should've been called. She looked me up on the computer and answered “Sorry, but you can’t be an honor student this year because of this D in math” I said “Is there anything I could do to fix it?” “No, it’s too late,” she said. As she said those last words I left the room and to my locker writing “ABOUR IS DUMB” on sticky notes and posting it everywhere inside. I was so angry that I decided to not speak to anyone. I sprinted back down to chorus and acted casual. The teacher didn’t ask what took me so long; I was glad. End of my second year at Edison was done. I wished to the bottom of my heart that if I could have changed anything I would spend every second of the day of the math

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.

It was the day of volleyball tryouts. I was obviously pretty nervous as most should be, but it was way more than that. But something about this current volleyball tryout felt good. Very good.

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness, broken promises, regrets, first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no hassle, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, encompassed by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt

The sky was bright and the birds were sitting on the tree branches singing their songs. I layed in bed slowly trying to pull myself out of bed. It would be my first day back to school in 3 days. I reach for my phone to look at the time. 7:15. Schools already started so there is no point in going. The teachers will understand. I set my phone back down on the nightstand. After a few minutes pass by I hear my phone buzz. It’s a text from my friend, Britney.

Anxiety surged through every portion of my body. Tears streamed down my face almost as fast as thoughts flooded through my head. “It won’t be the same. You’ll be uncomfortable. The coach will hate you. They’ll all make fun of you. You won’t be good enough.” I struggled to push the thoughts from my head.

I tried to blink in my tears, because the last thing I wanted was to end up crying like a loser on the first day of school. "Mom, I'll be fine.". I certainly was not fine. I was anything, but fine. I took a long, deep breath as my eyes met the sight of Johnson, an enormous school with kids bustling in and out like bees. I knew I was in for something big, but big doesn't always mean better, right? Time was ticking by, and I had an obnoxious feeling luring in my stomach, worse than any type of butterflies. I turned on my music, completely redid my hair and started tapping on the dashboard with my nails. Oh gosh, I literally was doing everything to get my mind off going to school. However, that became quite impossible when my mom stopped the car in front of the main entrance of high school. I was so close to pinching myself, hoping that this was some messed up dream. But it was, unfortunately, reality. After observing a bit, I couldn't help but laugh at the diversity of all the kids that were walking in. Some were jumping with joy, others laughing for what seemed to me no apparent reason, and some who hunched as they sluggishly walked

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness,broken promises,regrets,first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no trouble, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, surrounded by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt helpless.

The month of June came in a rush. Before I knew it the season of senior activities had begun; prom arrived, our senior picnic at the park happened, and graduation practice was held. Yet none of these events could compete with graduation day. The night before June 14th, the excitement of the approaching event continuously nibbled at precious hours of sleep, and for once I couldn’t wait for my alarm to go off. When it finally did, I jumped up out of bed, all ready to start the day. After the time spent to get dressed in the appropriate attire had passed, those who I live with—my mother, brother, and younger sister—had all been ready. My excitement increased then, but I don’t think it surpassed my mother’s own excitement. Practically shoving me into the car to get me on the way to graduation, my mother and I wore a grin the whole way to the Siegel Center, despite my little sister asking a million questions in the backseat, and despite the traffic that had grown with the other graduates trailing behind. With even

I pulled into the school, kissed my mother goodbye, and loaded up all my things on the bus. As the whole basketball team and the cheerleaders boarded the bus, we were finally ready to make our way towards Richmond. On the bus ride there was an abundance of laughter and fun, but we knew that when we got there it was all business. After we finally got to our hotel, where we planned to stay for the next couple days, it was time to head up to our room and get settled in. It was late in the evening, so after we got something to eat, we were ordered to be in our rooms and to settle down and get ready for bed. I of course, got a good meal and filled my stomach than I was ready to take a shower and go to bed to prepare for the most important game of our season. Finally, everyone had eaten and we were all ready to get to our room and go to

Then, as the last girl passed through, everyone went back to their places. I sucked in a rasped breath as I pushed the red, thick steel lunch room doors. With my hair covering the front of my face like a funeral veil, I examined the hard, smooth marble floors as I shuffled through the sea of shoes until I reached the wall. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal came strolling in. He started giving a speech about the school dance this Friday, yet I drowned him out. Today was January twenty-seventh, Stella’s birthday. I could not hold it in anymore as I sank against the wall, silently letting all the sorrow and despair flow out of me. Two pink sneakers came to rest on the glazed marble floors. “Well, do you not want to join us?” questioned a clipped, sickly sweet voice. Willing myself to raise my head, I slowly brought my eyes up. She was wearing a short checkered skirt with a navy blue collared shirt. I met the girl’s eyes. A shocking electric blue. “Well, are you going to answer me or not?” she asked again. “Um...sure…” I replied, mesmerized by the amount of makeup the girl had on. I felt hands on my shoulders as her crew pulled me to my feet. I stared at the floor the whole time until I reached the designated “popular”

Playing on the varsity volleyball team is an adrenaline rush like no other. To be able to play the sport you love with teammates that are like family, in front of a crowd of actual family members is the ultimate feeling. Playing is even better when you, a small town nobody, beat a ranked team in the first set. We had just beaten Humboldt 25-17 and I was on top of the world. We were playing like our lives depended on it and I couldn’t be more proud of the girls.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

I had woken up in feeling very gusto that day all because my first volleyball practice was supposed to start today. It was a nice cool fall morning with red, orange, and golden leaves scattered all over the ground, in the trees, and filling the air. I walked outside and felt the cool, crisp air expand around my body. My breath was thin and clear as I released each breath. Stepping into the car, my