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Volleyball Monologue

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Memoir What do you think when you hear volleyball; serve, bit, pass, net and ball. It's so much more than that it's aggression, passion, oomph,uphill battle, and love. At first I thought volleyball was just for fun, but then one day that all changed. "Hurry up and make sure that you have everything you need," my mom shouted. "Okay, I'll be out in a minute," I replied. I promptly jammed my shoes into my bag, zipped it and rushed out my bedroom and down to the front door. My mom rushed in and said, "Let's go." We seemed to accelerate down the road. As we approached the gymnasium the car and dashed into the building. Legion points into the game everyone started to glance around frantically …show more content…

Then when we rotated we managed to regulate our rotation. After manifold more points I rotated out and I wasn't even on the bench for a second when my coach whipped around and startled me as she began to wail, "Why were you yelling at your teammates?" "I wasn't, we were out of rotation and the person who was playing setter wasn't comfortable playing setter so I was asking her if she wants to switch," I retorted. "Don't blame your teammates when you dropped 6 balls earlier!" She shouted. My blood started to boil, my jaw tightened and my nostrils flared. I was like a volcano that couldn't erupt. The balls that were dropped weren't mine, but she always tried to find a way to blame me. She never listens and always tells me I'm wrong. I took a deep breath and thought carefully about what I would say next. "I wasn't blaming my teammates." I retorted, "We were out of rotation and I was trying to make sure my friend was ok playing setter." Her eyebrows shrunk and her jaw clenched …show more content…

After the game finished I headed to my little brother's football game. Later we headed home and as I headed towards my room my mom said, "Wait." I turned around with anger written all over my face.

"What's happened at the game when you came out?" she asked. I pierced my lips, then spoke, "When we were playing we were out of rotation and one of my friends who was in the setter’s position typically isn't comfortable playing setter so I was asking her if she wanted to switch." I replied, "Then when I came out she started to yell at me to stop yelling at my teammates and then when I told her we were out of rotation she told me to stop blaming my teammates. Then she said if I don't stop talking back, she would bench me the next game." She thought for a minute, then said, "Okay." "I hate having her as a coach," I retorted. I made a fist at the thought of her.

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

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