Essay about Graduation Speech : Serve Or Pass
Initially, I thought I had misheard him. Apparently, the big fat D I received in gym class the year before had consequences. It was the start of my senior year of high school. My high school guidance counselor had informed me that I needed to take two gym classes. I could risk not graduating if I didn’t get satisfactory scores in both classes. Remembering what brought me to such a low grade, I was nauseated when I left his office.
“Just hit the ball!”
A few people yelled, some with frustration and anger, others with good intention. But I take them all the say way – an admonishment, a command. I’m not doing what they need me to do. No matter what, when that big white ball sailed into my part of the volleyball court, it would pass me because I would not hit it. To compensate for my foibles my team mates would then try to play their position as well as mine. I was no help to them.
I was okay at the other physical activities, but Volleyball presented obstacles I couldn’t quite jump over. It made me feel like a failure. I felt acute shame after being harassed by my classmates. It was a daily reminder that I sucked, basically. I was an outsider. To call it a team sport is a bit deceptive. The team is only as strong as its weakest member, and more times than not, I was the weakest member. Worst of all, like lions watching their prey, the other team would get wise and began to purposely serve the ball right to me. I inadvertently assisted the enemy in gaining a…