Growing Up My very first memory is of my mom and my brother. My mom, a young mom, a smart mom, was and is an idol to me. She has always carried herself with a composure that is both honorable and mature. My mom, who is currently the most mature person I know, had to have been immature at some point in her life. She grew more mature as she aged, and as I write about myself, and how I have grown up, I hope to see that I have matured too. My mother, was twenty-two years old with two kids that she was practically raising on her own. My dad, who doesn’t make the best decisions, was in college at around this time and wasn’t the best father figure. My mom was carrying my brother and me in both of her arms. Carrying both of us was a difficult task. …show more content…
I didn’t know how to handle the situation, because I was young and immature. I was angry over all else. Angry that my coach listened to the upperclassmen. Angry that the upperclassmen didn’t like me. Angry with myself for being arrogant and not humble. I took the month of volleyball where I didn’t go in at all, during the game and humbled myself. I encouraged others. I was all around happy for my team’s success, even though I didn’t really contribute to that success. Now, after two years of humbling myself and trying to be a better person, I am the starting libero for our high school varsity team. The libero of a volleyball team only passes in the back row. We are picked to win state this year. I learned from my freshmen season, to not be arrogant about being picked to win state, but to be humble about it and to work hard for the state championship. I grew to be a kinder, humble person from my freshmen year volleyball experience. From this experience I also choose to be the best upperclassman I can be, and I treat everyone on my volleyball team as …show more content…
When I was seven years old, I had the most traumatic experience of my whole childhood. My friends and I were practicing for our upcoming P.E. class. Now, this is weird, but everyone in my class is super competitive, so we want to be the best at everything. Even if that thing, is dodgeball against the first graders. We were practicing for the obstacle course that, our P.E. teacher, was setting up for us. We set our obstacle course up on this sloped hill, close to the playground of my school. My class and I, were going through the obstacle course, and I was against the fastest boy in the class (because I was the fastest girl in my class). We were going through the obstacle course, when I fell down the hill. I fell, stumbled, and rolled down this hill, and when I tried to get up I
There are many things that have molded me into the person I am today such as being born into a family with four children. With three siblings, I have been forced to be able to work out problems from stealing each other’s toys to having to rush to the emergency room to get stiches because my brother chased me around the house and I tripped. My mother, father, brother, and two sisters were all born in Pennsylvania and I am the odd ball and I was born in Adrian, Michigan. From when I was a child I always loved being involved with sports because of my competitive nature. I grew up playing soccer and having success with that but then my love changed and I began playing lacrosse and football. I started playing lacrosse in middle school and played
We were going to win the game. That was the end of it. I knew it. We were the winners of that game. I stood up and yelled in a voice that even frightened me. I didn’t scream about moving our feet, or calling the ball, I screamed about how big of winners we were. I was done with moping. For seven minutes of my life, I had forgotten that I could do anything I set my mind to, and I had given up. The worst seven minutes of my volleyball career were those seven minutes in the third game of the final match at Brighton Volleyball Tournament. I had put my determination down to wallow in my disappointment. Disappointment needs to build determination. I had decided a long time ago that there were certain things in life that I could do better than other people. Those were my gifts. I use my gifts to my full potential.
Growing up for me some would say it was rather difficult and in some ways I would agree. There have been a lot of rough times that I have been through. This has and will affect my life for the rest of my life. The leading up to adoption, adoption and after adoption are the reasons my life were difficult.
Can I love? Can I be loved? Am I worthy of love? I am a woman who experienced the anguish of love-loss at a very tender age and these questions capture my prime concern and fear in life. At a young age, I bore the brunt of neglect and abuse from the very caregivers who were supposed to be my protectors. At the age of 16, I was put into foster care. I have experienced tumultuous and dysfunctional intimate relationships in my search for love, connectivity and identity. Now, as a mother, I am learning to give the love I never got.
I do not believe anyone's transition into adulthood is enjoyable or smooth, losing your ignorance and being made aware of real world problems isn't exactly what you wish for. The event that marked my transition into adulthood is certainly nothing I would wish on anyone, but if I had not experienced this, I wouldn't have become someone who learned to take responsibility, and find reasonable solutions to seemingly impossible tasks.
I decided that I wanted to play a sport, I chose volleyball. Most of my friends played the sport so it wasn't hard for me to adjust and make new friends. Becoming a student athlete was a big adjustment for me, I could no longer float through my classes but I need to excel. And that's exactly what I did. For the first time in my high school career I made not only honor roll, but principal’s honor roll. For the first time my mom was proud of my report card, that made me even more proud. From then on I knew I wanted nothing less than what I earned, good grades and a proud family. From my decision to chose to become a student athlete not only make me work harder but, be great at everything I put my mind to. I had motivation to stay successful, to stay eligible. Three years ago if you were to ask me where I thought I would be my senior year, I probably would have told you low level classes barely making it by. Now here I am today excelling in my education preparing to take the next step in my future, college. Even if we don’t understand why we go through them, we have to be willing to let our obstacles become out
All the pressure i had put on me caused me to act out and not be myself. I constantly was in a battle between myself due to the pressure I was under, i just felt I couldn't be myself. Surely as that year went on I came into myself and that developed on into the next year. My junior year I was able to just be me, I no longer had to try so hard to be something else. I felt such a great deal of pressure fall off my once heavy shoulders. I was now at peace with myself, which really helped me do my job better. With those transitions i now found the game to be fun once again no longer was it just a job, no longer was it something i went out and did with fear in my eyes. I was myself just that fun loving guard from long island, and my game really showed. I always will remember my junior year as one of the best years of my young life. That year i feel was the turning point for me, the start of a beautiful journey in not only the game of basketball but in the game of
In sixth grade, the coach that I had was also very young and did not know a lot about volleyball. During practice, she sometimes made us watch sports movies instead of practicing volleyball. Also, my teammates were very rude and I did not get along with them. We always got team punishments because of their actions, attitudes, and bad behaviors. One time,
I learned the importance of individuality within a sport and to rely more on my teammates. I had to communicate with my team instead of my “twin telepathy”. I pushed myself physically as well as mentally for my performance, but also for Sydney. The least she could do was be my biggest critic and cheer me on the most. My independence that I gained from this experience has shown through my determination. I am able to make quicker decisions and be more confident in my choices which has lead me to take the lead in group projects. Independence has never been a strength of ours, but because we we’re torn between two fates, I had to compromise, accept, and become an
I looked outside and saw my mom fall to her knees and cry as my grandma followed right behind her and did the same thing. I was as confused as to what was happening and where I was going but I looked at my sister and I grabbed her hand and said, “We are going to be ok”. We didn’t know where we were going, but we were soon to find out what it was like to be in the foster care system.
It was November 1st and it was the day of my last volleyball game. I ran into my friend Eri and we started talking about the game later that day. It was against Tunkhannock. They were the best volleyball team from our area, and wouldn’t you know it on our senior night we had to play against them. Senior night was the one night where the seniors were recognized, whether they were good or not. The whole day the team was joking about how much we would lose by against our rival team. In a game to fifteen we thought we would end up owing them points.
It was at this moment that I realized that there truly is no “I” in team. A team is not characterized by the individuals within, but rather what the individuals can come together to achieve. For so long I had tried to discover where I belonged on the team. In reality, I should have realized that from the moment I stepped on the court, I was already a member of the varsity team. With a newfound sense of strength, we continued the game. Every single point we won felt like we were putting our lives on the line, while every single point we lost felt like ten-ton chains were holding us down. Even so, it was just another volleyball game. One I had experienced on multiple occasions, perhaps not to the same magnitude, but it was a relatively familiar situation. Strangely, it felt different. I felt more relaxed, more confident, and I was having more fun. At the time, I was not sure what it came from. I was too focused on finishing out the game to pay it much attention. But reflecting on it now, I realize that without a doubt, it was because I truly felt like I belonged on the team. For the first time, I knew that my team was behind me, ready to help me up whenever I fell. We continued on with the game. Despite being down two sets to one at one point, we now found ourselves nearing victory in the fifth set. Finally, we were able to overcome the opponent to win the match three sets to two and secure the second SPC championship for Greenhill Boys Volleyball in three
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
I remember my mom telling me throughout my life that I would make a great volleyball player, but I never gave it a second thought. Growing up, I had no interest in the sport. However, in September of 2013, the beginning of my 8th grade year, she forced me to go to a travel volleyball
There were many instances in my life that have shaped my values, intellect, and academic or career goals. I was raised by my parents to become a hard worker, independent, and caring young adult. I was taught how to be all these qualities by a combination of experiencing and witnessing them first hand.