Personal Narrative: My First Varsity Volleyball Team

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Like any JV volleyball player would be, I was excited about being put onto the varsity volleyball team my junior year of high school. Having played volleyball all throughout high school I was more than ready to play at a higher skill level and with a whole new team with the exception of two players who were also on the JV team with me. Determined to get playing time I went to practice everyday, tried to learn new techniques and steps, tried to perfect everything I did. Trying to be the best I could possibly be, and to show the coaches that I was ready for the fast pace the varsity team played at. It was our first preseason game and I was super nervous, but my teammates helped me get through the jitteriness.The game was starting and I would …show more content…

And not being played as much I wanted was the worst thing ever. From then on I was determined to be a starting player my senior year and did everything I could to be better at my position on the court. Finally the day had come for tryouts to start and there was 2 other girls trying out for the same position I was trying out for. One of the girls had been the starting setter and an all around player for the JV team the past year and I was a bit intimidated by her and the other girl was just starting out the position so I wasn't that worried about her. A few days later we had a scrimmage and the coach told me she saw a huge improvement in my skills and I was pleased to hear her say that because I worked my butt off to be better. It was the beginning of the season and the first few games I was a starting player and was overwhelmed by the pace the other teams were playing at because I didn't play as much as they probably have but eventually got used to the change. All of a sudden the coach switched things up and the former JV setter was the starting setter and I was a bit angry. But for the rest of the season I was the starting setter and also was made captain of the Varsity team and got server of the year in our district that

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