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When I was six years old my parents had put me in a countless number of sports including: soccer, softball, basketball, dancing, and gymnastics. Pretty much any sport you can imagine I had probably at least attempted to participate in, but none of them I had fallen in love with. Then, one day I arrived at my elementary school not thinking it would be atypical from any other day, but little did I know it would be the day I found the sport I loved. In our gym class that day we had a few Lady Vols volleyball players come demonstrate to us how to play volleyball, and it was honestly one of the first times I had even heard of the sport, let alone take part in it. They showed up every day for a week, and each day I grew more and more fond of it.
It was a sad day nothing could make me happy anymore. I had been sad from the first moment I read the paper. I kept reading the list I must have read it at least ten times. Over and over again kept seeing the same names. None of the names were mine. I had finally realized I did not make the team. I was heartbroken all I have ever wanted just slipped out of my grasp. “It’s ok you’ll make it next year”, said my friend Warren. But what he couldn’t understand was that I wanted it to happen that year. I wanted to make the basketball team that year.
I looked in their faces and knew mine mirrored theirs. I didn’t want it to, but it did. Just ten minutes ago, we all were so jubilant. We were so sure we were going to win. We had all wanted it for so long, but we finally felt is as our destiny just a few moments ago. But as our opponent threw the ball in the air, I knew she was just about to serve another ace. However, when the ball landed three feet in front of our best passer, something snapped inside of me.
As a child I was not in to many sports or involved in school activities. Going through high school I figured out that being involved in a sport or a school club would make my high school experience better. The first and only sport I chose to do was track. Track changed my whole high school experience and life. I learned to never give up, and it kept me out of trouble throughout my four years of high school.
Throughout the past four years, I have enjoyed growing as a person at the State University at Fredonia. I am honored to have been selected as a candidate for a student marshal position, and it is with much humility that I write this essay. I have worked hard and my contributions to the school have shaped who I have become. I have given my peers a hardworking, and humble role model throughout my schooling, athletic performance, and community service event planning.
What I remember is playing in a softball tournament in 2013 with my travel team. It was championship game day and to me, that day was very important. I was playing outfield and it was a new position for me so I had no idea what I was supposed to do besides catch the ball and throw it in to the middle infielders. I was unaware that the ball would be so slippery from the wet grass, which made it much more difficult to control. As the game continued, it started getting very intense and all we heard was the crowd continuously yelling after every pitch thrown or play made. Soon after the fifth inning began, a shallow fly ball was hit to where I was in left field; I began running for it and all of sudden everything went black. I felt like I had just
As most children did, I had the choice to play whatever sport I wanted. Considering my height, 5’10, most would assume that I played either basketball or volleyball. No one expected me to play tennis, and was surprised when I said that I did. During my elementary years, I played softball for seven years, and when I hit eighth grade, I decided to play tennis. My decision came about because of my sister. I had always followed closely in her footsteps because I looked up to her a lot, so when I saw she was playing; I wanted to try it out too. I had never really thought about what it would be like to play tennis. I didn’t hate it, or really know what it would be like to play it. And little did I know that playing would demand so much time, energy, and effort.
Throughout high school, I was a varsity member of my school’s tennis team. Unlike most school sports, our tennis team consisted of both boys and girls on the same team. A small school to begin with, the lack of funding for tennis led to an even smaller turnout in the boys tennis team, thus they allowed girls to also join. In addition, the program was still very new and unestablished. The end result was an untrained boys tennis team that was actually just an untrained girls tennis team with about three boys tagging along. Unfortunately, all of the surrounding tennis programs consisted of lifetime tennis players, and yes, they were 100% male. This combination meant that my second doubles partner, Kayla, and I were usually greeted by our opponents with the mentality that the match would be easy, since we were just girls.
I’ve been involved with sports since I was 2 years old, participating in these taught me more than the sports themselves; they taught me who I am. I put in countless hours of gymnastics practice, so many that the majority of kids couldn’t imagine the dedication needed to become a state and national champion. It taught me a few of the most vital lessons that I will ever learn; to contribute 100 percent in everything I do and to balance various aspects of my life. Gymnastics also taught me perseverance, how to work harder to achieve a goal, no matter how difficult.
Since I was three years old my whole life has consisted on excelling in school and playing softball. I’d stuck with many things in life, but I have always dedicated myself to those two things in particular. Softball was something that I began to love the first time I picked up a bat, I always told myself that I would never stop playing.
I’ve always been the type of person that truly enjoys athletics and have participated in nearly all sports offered to me. I started playing sports in elementary with club softball and basketball. As I entered my middle and high school years I was able to add the school sanctioned sports to my list of activities. This afforded me the opportunity of competing in volleyball, basketball, golf, track and softball. The camaraderie and life lessons of sports seemed invaluable to me.
All my life I have played games and various sports, I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t a part of some sports team. I loved to be outside and be a part of a team. Growing up I played baseball, I started playing as soon as I possible could. I remember playing catch in my backyard on every day that I could. The sun would be shinning with birds singing in the background as my dad and I would play catch in the green grass of my backyard. He would throw the ball as high as he could toward the bright blue sky and I would do my best to try and catch the falling ball before it would hit the ground. I would also try to field ground balls that would roll through the dandelion infested lawn. Once I became old enough I started playing in the little leagues in my town, I started with tee ball and played for about ten years up until junior high school.
Softball was my main sport, but I did everything else until it was time to play softball. I fell in love with softball at an early age. I would play every summer or I was asked to play which helped me travel all over the place and meet new friends. Each year I played my love for the sport grew more and more. I played on multiple teams throughout the summer. Playing with one of my teams I gained the advantage to visit Santé Fe, New Mexico two years in a row to play softball. When I reached 8th grade I was excited about playing for the high school softball team until I figured out how it really was. Although I was not happy about having to sit on the bench, but I understood that I had to earn the privilege to play, and that the upperclassman were more seasoned.
When I was 9 years old, I played flag football and it made me step outside of my comfort zone because I was the only girl on the team. I participated in karate for a few years, and it deepened my grasp on discipline, respect, and how to improve myself. My favorite sports were volleyball, softball, and soccer, but towards the end of junior high school, I had to make a big decision because
Towards the end of my sophomore year in high school, I tore my ACL. To a lot of people it does not sound like that big of deal, but for me, volleyball was everything. I had been playing nonstop from school season in the fall to club in the winter and then beach volleyball in the summer since fifth grade. My entire life revolved around it.
Hockey. A sport I have always loved ever since I was a kid. It was when my dad had taken me to an open ice skate when my hockey life began. I had my first pair of skates as a present when I was four years old. I never really knew of the sport at the time, but now I was able to expirence it. No one was present on the ice as I entered the rink. The cold of the ice ran down my back as I took my first steps on. The cold didn’t stop me though. As I stepped upon the ice, I had a feeling of relief. Hockey is what let me go fast. Always have I been the fastest kid in my class and hockey let me expand on what I loved to do. One stride at a time I went, until I was able to glide upon the ice. My blades of my skates sunk into the ice like a lion tearing at its prey. As the frost beat against my face, I soon realized that I was able to skate. Even though it was all fuzzy in my memory, I remember feeling all types of joy rush all throughout my body. It was the first sign of potential in hockey. It was a first omen.