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This past year I have taken on many leadership activities, but the most ruling and crucial one was being chosen as my school’s varsity volleyball team captain. I was chosen not only by my coaches, but also by my teammates. They put their trust in me to lead them to the sectional championship with myriad obstacles to overcome as a team. About a fourth of the way through our season, my team’s coach had a baby and went on maternity leave until about two weeks before our sectionals began. Plus, like any other girls team, our team had to deal with drama about halfway through the season without our coach being present. I knew that with drama our team would sink down and may not be able to pull against the odds, so I set up a meeting for all
When I found out that I was one of the captains of the Varsity Sideline team, I had a beaming smile and felt satisfied with my achievement. As captain, cheerleaders on the varsity and the JV squads come to me with questions and small issues, and I enjoy the opportunity to help them. I have become even more organized and mature because the coach looks to me for help. Being selected as lead captain has had many rewards, it gave me a boost of confidence and inspired me to campaign for other leadership
To make it even harder to focus, we could hear the music of another guard’s performance throughout warmup. I encouraged my team to stay focus on how we want to perform. As we prepared to perform, several girls began crying and hugging as if we were already done. I talked to each girl I passed and told them that it was time to focus and to show this crowd how good we are. That performance was the perfect ending to the season; it was everything we had worked for. However, we weren’t done yet; we still had to fold our floor, put away our flags, and get ready for the awards ceremony. On our way to put away our equipment, one of my girls started crying and apologizing for a mistake she had made, afraid that she compromised the show. I told her immediately that whatever score we made, we earned it as a team. I comforted her with my own struggles of perfectionism and feelings of inadequacy, but those feelings don’t necessarily reflect our
To stay on the JMU cheer team or to quit was a very hard decision that I had to make this past month. Knowing I had leadership responsibilities as a third year veteran on the team made this decision extremely difficult for me. I had to consider all the parties involved which consisted of myself, my teammates, and my coaches. Several factors fell into play when deciding what was best not only myself but for my team as well. The first and most important factor I had to consider was my physical health as I have back problems that requires annual back procedures in order to be able to cheer. A relatively new factor in my decision making progress was the hiring of the new JMU cheer coach, which was extremely difficult for the upperclassmen to adjust to. My last few personal factors that played a role in my decision consisted of getting a job and focusing more on my school work. Next I had to consider what was best for the cheer team. I knew as an upperclassmen I needed to support the cheer program to help keep it strong and consistent during the coaching transition. This was hard to do when several other upper classmen were quitting the team due to this change. I also knew I had a responsibility to teach the incoming freshman new skills the same way the juniors and seniors taught me when I was a freshman. Not only did my team need me but I also took into consideration the contract I signed when making the team my freshman year. After taking everything into consideration
Varsity sports play one of the largest roles in the modern school system. They can one of the most influential parts of a youngling’s experience. However, with that comes great challenges and sociological issues embedded into the sports that show conflict and adversity in certain times. After reviewing some of these issues the true structure of varsity sports may be identified, and possibly reviewed.
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.
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.
Four years ago during the summer before my first year of high school, I started volunteering as coach of a fourth grade cheer squad with three of my friends. We needed to teach twenty-eight girls a one-minute dance and a hello cheer before their first game. I went into that first practice very naive, believing the girls would listen and do as I say. That practice turned out to be a complete mess. The kids jumped all over me, would not pay attention for more than three motions, and repeatedly asked me random questions about the things I liked. That two hour practice was one of the most hectic and frustrating moments I have experienced, but, at the same time, it was new, exciting, and entertaining. The past years of coaching have allowed me to form strong relationships with these girls to the point where I see them as my little sisters. Being their coach involves more than just teaching them cheers and dances, sometimes I have to settle their differences, comfort them, and let them have fun. When the girls reached sixth grade, the team started to go through drama. One practice, two girls
I spent that year and the next as, to be generous, a mediocre player. Once I reached my sophomore year and entered high school I was able to become a decent player, and now that I've reached my senior year I'm capable of holding my own, and sometimes winning, against even my co-captain. My abilities have meant that each time my co-captain is absent, which is unfortunately for him quite frequent, I am charged with leading the team through the game. When I take the captains spot, I am charged with enacting strategies and preventing our opponents from gaining too much momentum. The win rates for both my co-captain and myself are
It was junior year and I was finally on the varsity softball team. I had waited three years
This team had 15 kids on the roster who have never played baseball in their life. The first few practices were rough but slowly and slowly we could see things falling into place. Finally the season started and it wasn’t very pretty. We would the first game but ended up losing the next 4 making our record 1-4 with only 4 games left and needing to win-out to make playoffs. The big problems we faced as a coaching staff were that the kids didn’t see us as coaches, they saw us as older kids and the same could be said about the parents. Practices started having only 5-7 kids at a time and we couldn’t get anything done. When I got home one day I typed up an email to all the parents. “Dear Parents, it starts with you!” The email went on and talked about their kids not being able to get better because you don’t bring them to practice and it shows on game day. If you do not bring them they are not going to start and it all starts with you as a parent. Luckily for us games kept getting rained out and it gave us more and more chances to practice, this time with all 15 players. Finally the first game came sent the email was sent and we won 17-1. After the game me and the coaching staff just had one quick thing to say to everyone. “It starts with you parents. You buy into what I am doing as a coach and we will get results like this every game.” We ended up winning
and I wanted to instill such a passion inside of these girls that they would set these goals for themselves as early on as first or second grade. I ultimately became captain of my high school’s varsity cheerleading team as a junior; this was a dream I had instilled in myself as a freshman. I was placed into that position along with two co-captains-both of them seniors- and consistently improving my leadership skills was a role I proudly took on as I aided prospects during tryouts, taught new skills, and kept the team from becoming pessimistic when our head coach resigned. This was a role I took on quite seriously, but I did not realize the magnitude of my impact as a leader until I began coaching younger
I plunged into the freezing water and flailed my arms trying to swim butterfly. Although my other strokes were decent, this particular stroke, commonly referred to as fly, was my bane. As a result, I covered a couple meters before sinking like a rock. Despite these crippled wings, I had my sights set for a place on my high school swim team with the encouragement of my peers.
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
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.
My love for volleyball came from my mother who played volleyball in high school. Her love for the sport was passed on to me when she would teach me how to play and when we would play in our backyard. My new love for the sport caused me to start attending volleyball clinics when I was seven years old. The first year I played travel volleyball at Glass City Volleyball Club I made a second tier team, and that team wasn’t very successful. I realized at that time that I needed to take steps to improve my skills so that I could make an Elite team in the future.