Personal Narrative: Moving Away From A High School Volleyball Team

Sports has always been a huge part of my life. I would be the one team player who took the sports season a little bit too seriously. I was the number 1 doubles player on my school's JV tennis team. Unfortunately, I fractured my ankle during my junior year and wasn't able to play with my team. I was devastated, but I didn’t allow myself to become disconnected from my team. I became the team manager to allow myself to still play a role in my team, despite my injury. I would record scores to my division leaders and take pictures to post on the website I created for my team. After the season was over, my doctor told me my ankles required surgery to become fully healed. I knew that meant I couldn’t continue to play tennis, but I didn’t want to give

My career continued on to playing at the elite level at a very young age. Because of my athletic talent, being on an older team wasn’t something new to me. Learning to love the challenge was something that I was fond over. Being able to compete with the collegiate athletes was something that inspired me to continue trying to be the best I could be. When it comes to the sport of volleyball, sacrificing my body for anything and everything was something I was known for. Everyone told me that I have two speeds. It’s all or nothing. Injury is another common thing that runs in my family and sadly somehow some way I’m always the one to be getting sent to the ER. Injuries started rolling in like

As I put off opportunities to improve my skills, and my character, the toll only became harsher and more difficult to overcome. In turn, my status among the other athletes began to deteriorate. Witnessing my peers expedite their game as I still struggled did not phase me so much at the time. In fact, I was sure that my role on the team would remain the same. This was obviously false, as within the matter of weeks I was pushed back further in the batting lineup, and committing more errors in the field than ever before. It was during our playoff run that I had realized the resulting detriment, when each player was counted on more than ever before. We ended up making it to the championship, only being one run short of winning. Although our team was able to accomplish that much, I felt short handed when it came to the successful

It was my sophomore year, and the day had come to find out who made the varsity lacrosse team. We piled into the locker room to discover rows of brand new helmets. The list of the varsity players was written on the whiteboard. The team was excited, the locker room buzzing with noise. My heart dropped as I realized that my name wasn’t written there. My friends were admiring their new helmets and I had to hold back tears and disappointment. I know now that I still had to be developed at the junior varsity level, but it wasn’t easy to understand back then. At practice that day, I played out of pure spite, every move filled with rage. You aren’t good enough, I thought. I left practice that day without saying goodbye to my friends.

Cut is a nonfiction by Bob Green that tells five stories of how he and four other people were cut from their sports teams. Being cut can have effects that last a lifetime such as being motivated to improve yourself from your moment of failure. This paper will explain the effects getting cut had on three different people. People who face failure develop a desire for success. Malcolm MacPherson “drove [his] opinion of [himself] right into a tunnel” when he was cut from his high school baseball team after the first game.

The next year as a junior I tried out for the varsity team I thought I deserved to make the team because I was fast and a strong fielder. Throughout tryouts I felt like I was doing great When I found out that I got cut I was angry and sad, but I didn’t let my emotions get to me.

As a child, I attended the Gibson Southern Volleyball Camp every summer, and I absolutely loved it. It was at that moment, at my first camp, I knew I had found my thing. I started out playing volleyball at Haubstadt Community School and I played all throughout middle school, and I loved it. I loved it so much that I decided to tryout for the Gibson Southern Volleyball Team and I was a nervous wreck. I went from believing I wasn’t going to make it to being the only girl from Haubstadt to make the JV team and I even made the team over some upperclassmen. I was ecstatic at first, but then I quickly realized that all of my friends made the team below me, the C team, and I didn’t have anyone on my team. Fortunately, that quickly changed. Volleyball brought me many friendships that I wouldn’t change for the world.

Ever since i was little me and sisters played volleyball all year around. We started playing when we were 5 years old. If we had a volleyball we would play anywhere there was space. We played in my moms office, in the living room, and in the car. Playing alongside of my sister made us both realize this was the sport we were born to play. Everytime we traveled to see each other play we would always watch the other teams warm up we would see who had the hardest serve, the best passer, and if there were any lefties.

There for my very first set, spike and block was my volleyball team at Island Coast High School . I may have came to the sport late in my years, but I was still accepted with open arms. With having the least amount of experience, I was the most dependent on my team. A team that soon turned into a second family. By mid season it became more than just people I play with but instead the people I could dependent on the most. While  no longer there I can call on them at

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

On the last day of volleyball tryouts, I felt nervous. I knew if I didn’t make the team it would be okay. I went thought the whole tryout thinking “ I know i’m not going to make it.”I went to go help set up the nets in the gym. I went up to my friends and I said “Good luck.”

From when I was little I always looked up to the older girls, I wanted to play volleyball just like them, I wanted to be just like them in every way. But what still haunts my brain every day is that I won’t ever get these last four years back, I won’t ever get to wear that number one jersey ever again. That was my time to play and now it’s over. . Had my coaches been constant for those four years I believe the volleyball program would have been way different.

During a match, the average volleyball player leaps vertically into the air 300 times per match. Volleyball is a game of volleying a spherical ball back and forth over seven feet and four in the net! Some key aspects of the game are blocking, hitting, passing, and setting which requires you to jump a lot more than you should. A key part of volleyball I will target in on is blocking. As a middle hitter, I have to block outside and right side hitters. When I arrive at the right side or outside that has set the block, we halt and say “ready, ready, jump”. Like any action you take in a sport blocking is critical for your ankles.

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.

Here comes high school. My friends and I from middle school all went to the same high school, and played volleyball once again. The only difference between us was when I was on the B team they were on the A-team, and when I was sitting on the bench they were playing. We got to high school and things didn’t change, they were on JV as a freshman, and little old me was still on the freshman team. I decided that for the next year they weren’t going to be better than I am. I worked so hard the summer going to my 10th grade year.