Personal Narrative: A Career As A Volleyball Team

Beep! Beep! Beep! Prying my eyes open I struggle to find my phone to halt the wretched noise. Hitting snooze, I peer at the clock that reads 5:10 A.M. Dragging my limbs from my fortress of comfort, I stumble to the light switch tripping over book bags and shoes. Triggering the gun, my eyes snap shut as the bullet of light pierces my pupils. After the initial sting wears off, I race around throwing on clothes as I brush my teeth. I then grabbed my four bags for the day and head out the door. Dreading every second of this painful early morning process, I still enter the gym with a smile on my face and gear up to hit the court with my team. Throughout the past nine years I have played volleyball. From YMCA to now high school, meanwhile, I have never gone a month away from the court. Over the years, I have always found myself as an outstanding player on the second team. Starting my first club season, I made the second team. However, I strutted my skill on that team and was a leader. Mostly due to the fact that I was the loudest and most talkative. When I was about to
Approaching this season, I constantly deliberated if I would play my senior year due to the fact that I am not the most valuable player. However, thinking about not playing the sport I loved with my teammates, I decided to complete my final season. Once deciding to play, I came to the realization that I would not be playing every game and would be sitting the bench. Although for many this would be defeating, I decided to make it a positive role on my team. As a leader on the B side of my team, which plays the starters everyday in practice, I made it my responsibility to push my team to be ready to compete and push the starters to win the state title. At every match while sitting the bench, I decided to take on the role as the team's cheerleader and uplift the team when the brutality of the game struck down its iron