Personal Narrative: Volleyball

Before the seventh grade, I would play volleyball in the court next to my house during get-togethers and parties. I was never good when playing against my older cousins and uncles, so far, they’re still better than me. Of course I’ve improved from swinging my arms and getting the ball over, but they still have more skill compared to me. Well, at least for now.

Volleyball has always been interesting to me. Since I was a baby, we’d take family trips to California and I’ve been amazed by the beach volleyball players. It wasn’t too long ago when my mom and aunt were telling me how multiple people in my family would play volleyball back in Indonesia for fun. Also, my brothers and dad’s side are pretty athletic, so maybe I’m supposed to be able
Even though school was important, volleyball was too. A new teacher came that year and ended up being our volleyball coach. Granting she was such a friendly teacher, she’s a pretty solemn coach. During the open-gym, where they evaluate players, she was cool to me. When she announced the teams, she pulled me back and told me that I almost made B Team. Of course there’s nothing wrong with B or C team, it’s just that it would’ve been something for people to talk about just because I made A Team the first year. I was destined to get my overhand, spikes, sets, and bumping to perfection. Without a doubt, I have yet to achieve that goal, but I’ve improved enough to not get put down onto B Team. I did get my overhand serves, but they weren’t certain to go over and in. I knew that in high school volleyball, overhand serves were basically required for the coaches to be more open minded when they’re picking teams. Despite the fact that I was pushing myself to meet the expectations for volleyball in ninth grade, I still had a team to work with and play with. I was surprised on how many girls from seventh grade didn’t play in eighth grade so I had to make new friends and build new bonds with the girls who wasn’t on the same team as me