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When I was six years old my parents had put me in a countless number of sports including: soccer, softball, basketball, dancing, and gymnastics. Pretty much any sport you can imagine I had probably at least attempted to participate in, but none of them I had fallen in love with. Then, one day I arrived at my elementary school not thinking it would be atypical from any other day, but little did I know it would be the day I found the sport I loved. In our gym class that day we had a few Lady Vols volleyball players come demonstrate to us how to play volleyball, and it was honestly one of the first times I had even heard of the sport, let alone take part in it. They showed up every day for a week, and each day I grew more and more fond of it.
This passion did not fade for me either, it lasted all throughout elementary school. Once, I reached middle school, our school finally had a team and that is where my obsession for volleyball really intensified to where it is now. I loved how fast paced the game could be and how rapid the game could turn around. I thrived for the rallies and digging up the balls that no one assumed you could get but somehow you manage to layout for the ball and pass it seamlessly to the setter. It was one of those feelings you cannot truly describe how it felt, but it was almost as satisfying as a perfectly swirled ice cream cone with just the right amount of chocolate and vanilla. One of the most intense moments I ever had while playing, was at a tournament with tons of yelling and whistles blowing. The game was tied up 24-24, and I was up to serve. I remember the sweat dripping down my nose and staring at the ball as I threw it in the air. Right as my hand grazed the ball I knew it was a perfect serve. It is one of those moments, where there are no words to describe and no one truly understands unless they have done it themselves. Those were the moments when I knew volleyball was the sport I wanted to play for forever. Little did I know that these moments would not last forever and actually would much sooner than I expected.
As most children did, I had the choice to play whatever sport I wanted. Considering my height, 5’10, most would assume that I played either basketball or volleyball. No one expected me to play tennis, and was surprised when I said that I did. During my elementary years, I played softball for seven years, and when I hit eighth grade, I decided to play tennis. My decision came about because of my sister. I had always followed closely in her footsteps because I looked up to her a lot, so when I saw she was playing; I wanted to try it out too. I had never really thought about what it would be like to play tennis. I didn’t hate it, or really know what it would be like to play it. And little did I know that playing would demand so much time, energy, and effort.
I’ve been involved with sports since I was 2 years old, participating in these taught me more than the sports themselves; they taught me who I am. I put in countless hours of gymnastics practice, so many that the majority of kids couldn’t imagine the dedication needed to become a state and national champion. It taught me a few of the most vital lessons that I will ever learn; to contribute 100 percent in everything I do and to balance various aspects of my life. Gymnastics also taught me perseverance, how to work harder to achieve a goal, no matter how difficult.
As a child I was not in to many sports or involved in school activities. Going through high school I figured out that being involved in a sport or a school club would make my high school experience better. The first and only sport I chose to do was track. Track changed my whole high school experience and life. I learned to never give up, and it kept me out of trouble throughout my four years of high school.
I looked in their faces and knew mine mirrored theirs. I didn’t want it to, but it did. Just ten minutes ago, we all were so jubilant. We were so sure we were going to win. We had all wanted it for so long, but we finally felt is as our destiny just a few moments ago. But as our opponent threw the ball in the air, I knew she was just about to serve another ace. However, when the ball landed three feet in front of our best passer, something snapped inside of me.
I’ve always been the type of person that truly enjoys athletics and have participated in nearly all sports offered to me. I started playing sports in elementary with club softball and basketball. As I entered my middle and high school years I was able to add the school sanctioned sports to my list of activities. This afforded me the opportunity of competing in volleyball, basketball, golf, track and softball. The camaraderie and life lessons of sports seemed invaluable to me.
Throughout the past four years, I have enjoyed growing as a person at the State University at Fredonia. I am honored to have been selected as a candidate for a student marshal position, and it is with much humility that I write this essay. I have worked hard and my contributions to the school have shaped who I have become. I have given my peers a hardworking, and humble role model throughout my schooling, athletic performance, and community service event planning.
Softball was my main sport, but I did everything else until it was time to play softball. I fell in love with softball at an early age. I would play every summer or I was asked to play which helped me travel all over the place and meet new friends. Each year I played my love for the sport grew more and more. I played on multiple teams throughout the summer. Playing with one of my teams I gained the advantage to visit Santé Fe, New Mexico two years in a row to play softball. When I reached 8th grade I was excited about playing for the high school softball team until I figured out how it really was. Although I was not happy about having to sit on the bench, but I understood that I had to earn the privilege to play, and that the upperclassman were more seasoned.
What I remember is playing in a softball tournament in 2013 with my travel team. It was championship game day and to me, that day was very important. I was playing outfield and it was a new position for me so I had no idea what I was supposed to do besides catch the ball and throw it in to the middle infielders. I was unaware that the ball would be so slippery from the wet grass, which made it much more difficult to control. As the game continued, it started getting very intense and all we heard was the crowd continuously yelling after every pitch thrown or play made. Soon after the fifth inning began, a shallow fly ball was hit to where I was in left field; I began running for it and all of sudden everything went black. I felt like I had just
3.. 2..1…Beep! “The Hartville Eagles basketball team will be advancing to the state championship game,” the announcer relayed. Hartville had never won state and my team, and I thought that we had a chance to win. Going into the game our record stood 28-4, and we planned to make it 29-4 by the end of our season; holding a plaque in the air that read State Champs.
Since I was three years old my whole life has consisted on excelling in school and playing softball. I’d stuck with many things in life, but I have always dedicated myself to those two things in particular. Softball was something that I began to love the first time I picked up a bat, I always told myself that I would never stop playing.
When I was eight years old my farther enrolled me to play little league baseball at the Sports Complex. At the time I had never played a sport and I was very intimidated to try it out. I did not want to go to my fist game but my dad told me, “try it out, if you don’t like it you can find something else to do.” So I went fourth and played the game, to my surprise I was really good at playing the game. So from that day on I had a passion to play baseball. Through out my high school years I was involved in many baseball organizations and played baseball for my local high school. I enjoyed traveling with my teammates to different cities to play baseball. It was always an adrenaline rush stepping on to the baseball field because I knew I was playing ball with such great teammates and doing what I like to do. Though out the years baseball became an important aspect to my life. My dream was to master high school baseball and go into college division baseball.
Hockey. A sport I have always loved ever since I was a kid. It was when my dad had taken me to an open ice skate when my hockey life began. I had my first pair of skates as a present when I was four years old. I never really knew of the sport at the time, but now I was able to expirence it. No one was present on the ice as I entered the rink. The cold of the ice ran down my back as I took my first steps on. The cold didn’t stop me though. As I stepped upon the ice, I had a feeling of relief. Hockey is what let me go fast. Always have I been the fastest kid in my class and hockey let me expand on what I loved to do. One stride at a time I went, until I was able to glide upon the ice. My blades of my skates sunk into the ice like a lion tearing at its prey. As the frost beat against my face, I soon realized that I was able to skate. Even though it was all fuzzy in my memory, I remember feeling all types of joy rush all throughout my body. It was the first sign of potential in hockey. It was a first omen.
When I was 9 years old, I played flag football and it made me step outside of my comfort zone because I was the only girl on the team. I participated in karate for a few years, and it deepened my grasp on discipline, respect, and how to improve myself. My favorite sports were volleyball, softball, and soccer, but towards the end of junior high school, I had to make a big decision because
Towards the end of my sophomore year in high school, I tore my ACL. To a lot of people it does not sound like that big of deal, but for me, volleyball was everything. I had been playing nonstop from school season in the fall to club in the winter and then beach volleyball in the summer since fifth grade. My entire life revolved around it.
In my Junior year of high school, I played tennis for my school team. We had a good season, but after it was over, I found myself somewhat unmotivated. I didn't really have much to do, but I was fine with that. I didn't really want to come out of my shell, so I was content with doing my own thing. Then, as I was sitting at lunch one day, one of my friends told me about the school volleyball team that had just gotten sanctioned as an official school sport.