It all started last year, my freshman year. It was the begining of highschool. All new things all around me, nothing was familar. I had new classes, new teachers, and new friends. More importantly, I started a new sport called volleyball. Volleyball seemed very interesting to me because it requires accuracy and extreme coordination. I played it recreationally at the beach but I never played the sport for a team. I decided to try out for the team, I made it. I didnt really know what to play and they did not have someone for the position called a setter, so i stepped up. I loved it, I thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. I never stopped playing it, we went undefeated all year.
I watched the Varsity volleyball players play there games and I was astonished. I thought they were too good to be real, I wanted to be them. It seemed unachieveable at the time but with a lot of practice I thought it could be done. I practiced my setting everyday, in my room, on the beach, or wherever I had enough space to set a ball. I joined a club team to improve my skills, they were even on a different level than I was. I knew I would have to work hard to even keep up with them. I had to achieve my goal.
The begining of this year is when the highschool volleyball program started practicing again. It was time to show them how much better I got. After a couple practices the coach came up to me and told me that I was going to be moved up to practice with the Varsity team. I finally did it, after a year and a half of hard training I am playing with the Varsity kids that I thought were gods a little less than a year ago.
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