We sat on the cold, dusty floor of the gym on that icy January day. Coach Nancy’s voice lulled us into a trance so deep, we almost ignored her as she divulged the names of the girls who had made the team. Startled, we sat up. She called out my name and cemented my fate. I was 13 when I sat on that grimy gym floor, sweat dripping down my back. Looking back to that life-changing moment, I’ve learned that hard work and a good attitude will pay off in the end.
I had tried out for the seventh-grade volleyball team on a whim, assuming that I would make it because I could beat the odds(I was delusional ). There was only one problem, I had never played volleyball as a real team before and was learning as I went. Other girls had played private leagues
I had tried out for the seventh-grade volleyball team on a whim, assuming that I would make it because I could beat the odds(I was delusional ). There was only one problem, I had never played volleyball as a real team before and was learning as I went. Other girls had played private leagues