I was shy, undetermined with the fear of the ball. “Boom, boom my heart beat, the ball comes” my second person say. As the ball approached, I started shaking and excreting sweats which were one of the signs of fear I showed. Everyone was like, it is yours Frida get it, grab it, and mark the goal, but I did not know what to do and I decided to turn away because of fear; despite that I had the will which pushed me to continue to learn. For the first time, I turned away, but with more practice and ignoring the fear, I was able to bounce the ball at last. That simple act of being able to bounce the ball changed my life where I got a chance to join the varsity team of volleyball. Each time I was on the pitch, I had to be there not just for me but for the team, I had to be a diligent problem solver, flexible and ready at any time; therefore, with each game, my quiet-self had to change into the team’s superhero. It was all of us or nothing, I could not risk overthinking about my next move, but I could not let my team down which made me learn many great things from participating in varsity team of volleyball. …show more content…
Mama thought I was a cultural disappointment and dad thought I was disrespectful for attempting such a “manly” sport. My relative judged me for wearing my volleyball shorts and mocked me for thinking that I would one day make it as a world renowned player. Even though I felt torn in two, I never gave up. At school, I was a strategic volleyball player, but at home I was the undisciplined, the rebel, or a story of a good girl ruined by negative influence. Volleyball taught me how to understand the world around me and helped me find my voice and confidence. I loved the person that I
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.
Volleyball represents my most meaningful commitment not just because I have invested so much into it, but also because it it’s a passion of mine and has been a part of my life since elementary school. The impact my coaches and teammates have had on my life has helped make me the confident and determined individual I am today. Volleyball also takes up a lot of time and there are many sacrifices that come with the sport and playing on a team. To keep up my skills, I have had to give up a lot of my free time and parts of my summer. Balancing school with practices was also a challenge, but participating in one of my passions made it worthwhile. I have persevered through difficult times and learned new lessons along the way, so there is nothing that could make this sport less meaningful to me. (148)
We were going to win the game. That was the end of it. I knew it. We were the winners of that game. I stood up and yelled in a voice that even frightened me. I didn’t scream about moving our feet, or calling the ball, I screamed about how big of winners we were. I was done with moping. For seven minutes of my life, I had forgotten that I could do anything I set my mind to, and I had given up. The worst seven minutes of my volleyball career were those seven minutes in the third game of the final match at Brighton Volleyball Tournament. I had put my determination down to wallow in my disappointment. Disappointment needs to build determination. I had decided a long time ago that there were certain things in life that I could do better than other people. Those were my gifts. I use my gifts to my full potential.
Like a pestering fly, it kept in the back of my head; a mother’s badgering voice egging me to dig deeper, and answer a question that had nagged me for years. Did I really want to play volleyball, to put all of myself into continuing a future that would include playing volleyball? On the day of my first tournament of my 4th year playing, I found my answer.
Pacheco’s love for the game comes from so many aspects. Whether it’s the adrenaline rush of each play, the team aspect of the game, working together and adapting to each other’s personality, or the challenge of keeping her mental game strong. Volleyball has given more to
One incident that happened to me that change how I thought about sports was when I first started playing soccer. It all started when my mom said that I should join a sport to get me more active. It took me awhile to choose soccer at first because there were so many sports to choose from. I told my mom I wanted to play soccer. She signed me up to play for a non competitive league (GYSA) so I can learn the basics of the sport. She also told me to play I would have to maintain good grades. After hearing that i always tried my best in soccer and school.
Volleyball and all the trials of playing it have molded my life. If I did not have bad coaches, I would not appreciate the great coach I have now and the coach that I had last year. Because I had to work with people I did not like, I am able to get along with a diverse range of personalities, now. Not being on a lot of good teams has made me work to win and appreciate when I do. If I had given up, I would not be the person I am
My sophomore year of high school I played on the Junior Varsity volleyball team. We began preparing for the season by doing two-a-days the first week of August. We worked out hard the first two weeks then had our first scrimmage that next Friday. We won the scrimmage, but it was a pretty messy game. It was like we were all doing our best individually, but we were not working together as a team. The court was silent during each play and each time somebody messed up the rest of the team got mad at them.
Both teams are fighting for the win, only one point away, my adrenaline starts to run. I have adapted to live for the rush that comes with playing a sport. Volleyball has definitely been an outlet for me when it comes to school, family, and simply anything else. I have been on my high school volleyball team since freshman year. Although I loved playing, each year I struggled finding a balance between school and practice. I never let the struggle bring me down. I stayed committed to school and stayed on top on my assignments. I will admit there were times that i thought I couldn't do it anymore but i knew that to continue playing i needed to keep my grades up.
This new confidence helped me make new friends in High School because I no longer had the insecurity that is associated with dyslexia. With my renewed confidence, I was inspired to try new things. Sand volleyball was one of them. I was the only guy in a club with 120 girls. At first I felt nervous and, as though I didn’t belong, but after a few weeks I realized I wasn’t too bad at the sport. Several of the coaches noticed my desire to improve and the commitment I put into learning the sport.
Institutions such as schools, community groups, sporting clubs, and religious groups are a part of this level and are able to help kids choose a sport and partaking in physical activity. Schools have had the most impact on my participation in volleyball as they made the sport a choice for inter-school sport and also an option in HPE. The school has not forced me to take place in volleyball, but they have made it easy and fun to participate in, making myself enjoy the sport so much that I watch the pros play it on TV. Without these influences, I would not have thought of playing volleyball for the school. (Author; Dr Ralph Richards; year of publication; N.A last updated; 7 September 2016; Title; Clearinghouse for
First, after school during volleyball practice, our coach blow his whistle and all the players run while, shagging the volleyball's and putting them into the basket, heading towards the coach. Then, once everyone is there, all the volleyball was in the baskets, coach would throw a volleyball. Then everyone ran to get that one volleyball and sprinting back to where coach was. Coach does this to show leadership from the group and everyone would run to get the ball and retrieve back to the coach. Once that is finished, coach told the varsity team we would be leaving early heading to Santa Fe, and will be staying for three days there
Like any JV volleyball player would be, I was excited about being put onto the varsity volleyball team my junior year of high school. Having played volleyball all throughout high school I was more than ready to play at a higher skill level and with a whole new team with the exception of two players who were also on the JV team with me. Determined to get playing time I went to practice everyday, tried to learn new techniques and steps, tried to perfect everything I did. Trying to be the best I could possibly be, and to show the coaches that I was ready for the fast pace the varsity team played at.
It was at this moment that I realized that there truly is no “I” in team. A team is not characterized by the individuals within, but rather what the individuals can come together to achieve. For so long I had tried to discover where I belonged on the team. In reality, I should have realized that from the moment I stepped on the court, I was already a member of the varsity team. With a newfound sense of strength, we continued the game. Every single point we won felt like we were putting our lives on the line, while every single point we lost felt like ten-ton chains were holding us down. Even so, it was just another volleyball game. One I had experienced on multiple occasions, perhaps not to the same magnitude, but it was a relatively familiar situation. Strangely, it felt different. I felt more relaxed, more confident, and I was having more fun. At the time, I was not sure what it came from. I was too focused on finishing out the game to pay it much attention. But reflecting on it now, I realize that without a doubt, it was because I truly felt like I belonged on the team. For the first time, I knew that my team was behind me, ready to help me up whenever I fell. We continued on with the game. Despite being down two sets to one at one point, we now found ourselves nearing victory in the fifth set. Finally, we were able to overcome the opponent to win the match three sets to two and secure the second SPC championship for Greenhill Boys Volleyball in three
Throughout my early childhood, I went through several different phases. I practiced an abundance of different activities such as: dance, baseball, tumbling, gymnastics, and even baton. However, none of these sports or hobbies stuck. That is, until I discovered volleyball. Never have I felt the love for something as much as I did this sport. Volleyball has had an unimaginable impact on my life in so many ways. I would not be the person I am today if not for this sport.