Personal Narrative: The Newark Volleyball Team

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As I sat on the sideline, I hesitated and trembled to watch my teammate play the game I love. With only five minutes into the first set, I was already taken out of the court due to, as stated by my volleyball coach, a nervous breakdown. To my surprise, I did not expect an eighth grader to spike the ball with such great power. Going into the final two of the Newark Volleyball Tournament, our team was warned about the opponent, but I was not going to let the intimidation get to me, and yet I was terrified to receive another hit as I played from the back row. Before the second set began, I was asked if I was ready to get back into the game. Now as I reflect on my past, I believe deciding to return to the game was a decision I will never forget. …show more content…

As I attempted to translate to my father of his conditions and the treatment plans, I sensed a rushing feeling. I wanted my father to believe in the words I translated and for him to follow the doctor’s instructions so that he would feel better right away. Despite the fact that I had over a decade of interpreting experiences, I still stumble on my words as I translate. My eagerness of wanting to deliver the message have caused several confusion events for my parents, but I have also learned to remind myself to listen to my own words and check if they were rational. Although the process is a little time consuming, I am rewarded by the satisfying feeling I received upon knowing my parents are well informed. The desire of wanting to replicate the gratifying feeling enhances me to work harder towards becoming a surgeon, and fortunately for me, I was able to find it again as I volunteered for the Westerville Special Olympics …show more content…

Yet, the experience was inspirational for me. Initially, I found myself having many difficulties in communicating with these young athletes, especially with an athlete who I came to be very fond of. As I am lacking in American Sign Language, she and I communicated through basic hand gestures, and when we worked together, I tried my best to show her the form of hitting and holding the tennis racket. It took some times for her to fully grasp the skills, but the joy on her face when knowing she had succeeded gave me the motivation to continue working towards my own

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