Personal Narrative: Volleyball

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Have you ever had something you loved ripped away from you? Volleyball consumed my life for nearly five years when it was abruptly interrupted by an injury that would cut my high school career short. What seemed like a standard morning would soon turn into what I would later refer to as the worst day of my life. “Ring…ring…ring…” yelled my alarm clock notifying me that it was finally time to rise out of bed. Even though it was only six o’clock in the morning, my mood instantly brightened when I looked at my phone calendar and instinctively remembered that today was my final first volleyball game of the season. I, quickly stumbled out of bed to go brush my teeth and begin getting ready for what would end up being my last day of playing volleyball.…show more content…
As a team, we all got into a small circle and began talking strategy, like where the best place to aim our servers are and who the weakest back row player is to make sure that we would aim for them while at the net, as well as making sure everyone’s arms and legs were loose enough to play. Right after stretching Coach Meyers came up to our best middle hitter, Maddie-Jo and I, and said “Alexa, Maddie, I would really like to see the both of you shine tonight. You two are my most experienced players. Make sure you are both bringing tons of energy to the court to keep everyone else in a positive matter.” With that being said, Coach Kirsten blew her whistle signaling it was time for the first…show more content…
The next play Maddie-Jo had a perfect kill, which kept everyone in a good mood. A few plays later we lost our serve and the junior varsity team would be serving to our back row. Once the serve crossed over the net I immediately backed into my hitting position and yelled “ME, ME, ME, TWO, TWO, TWO” at the top of my lungs to let the setter know that I wanted to hit the ball. After a perfect pass from our defensive specialist Jewliah, Jeanee, my team’s setter set the ball in my direction while calling out “Lex” letting me know that she was setting the ball up for me. As the ball was on a perfect arch toward my hitting position, in my head I repeated to myself the order of the footwork I quickly needed to begin
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