Personal Narrative: My First Year Of High School Volleyball

Volleyball Season Summer tryouts were on an extremely hot and balmy August day. Many people did not enjoy these long dragged on tryouts, but I was really excited for my first year of high school volleyball as a freshman. Throughout the summer I spent hours upon hours working on volleyball. I went into tryouts not expecting to be put on a higher team. Little did I know what was in store for me this season. As I walked into my first tryout ever, I did not know many of the older girls there. I felt like a fish out of water standing there surrounded by upperclassmen. Those two days of tryouts were lengthy and full of hard work. By the end, everyone was dead and could not move anymore. Coach Rose had quietly called me into the hallway later to …show more content…
I realized very quickly that none of the girls really wanted me on the team. I felt like a newborn that was put directly into an adult world all on my own. I knew I had to prove to everyone that I was put on that team for a reason. Everyone of them were professionals on the court and I was just a beginner. They had so much more experience than I did. As the time went by, the girls came to the realization that I assisted the team just as much as they did. They started to accept me for who I was and all of my abilities on the court. Each game that I played in I began to connect with the other girls. I still noticed a bit of judgement from the others though. I felt as though they were watching my every move like hawks. Rylee was by far our best player because she could jump higher than the Statue of Liberty and hit harder than a boxer. I did not know how to even come close to her stats this season, but I never stopped striving for success in the games. After the season was finished, we had a volleyball sports banquet. I achieved the third most kills on the team of twelve girls and they finally accepted me as one of their