When everyone else was cheering over our new girls swimming their best times I was in the locker room moping about mine. I could not even put on a happy smile for my last home meet. After that depressing meet, I decided that I needed a mental makeover. Instead of being degrading toward myself and others I was going to be positive. After all, if these were going to be my last few days on the swim team I better make them count.
It’s a Thursday night and the girls volleyball team has a game. All the girls are super excited and tell everyone they encounter, “Don’t forget, volleyball game tonight at 6pm sharp!” The gym is all decorated and has streamers hanging from everywhere. The time has come for the game to start and the audience is made up of parents and siblings. A few friends of players are scattered around the stands, but the majority of our fans are parents. The girls look at each other with a mutual feeling of sadness knowing exactly why no one is there.
“Tuesday of the Other June,” Bullied? “Tuesday of the Other June” by Norma Fox Mazer is a realistic fiction about a girl named June, who goes to her first day at swim class, and would start going every Tuesday. June finds out someone has the same name as her. The other June does not like the fact that they have the same name. In the beginning, June was happy, she didn 't have to be worried about many things.
Not only because Coach Wright could see them in me, but because when I met the team I could see the same passions in all of them. Now that I am here, living the dream and reaching my goal of playing D1 basketball, it is time for me to live out these passions and finally play at the next level. I need to remember what Rolfes told me about being a great leader and show those qualities with this team. I also need to remember Napheesa’s work ethic and how she got to UCONN and use that as motivation to work very hard every single practice and game here at Miami. Without these two people in my life, making an impact on my basketball journey, I would not have the passions that I do today and wouldn’t be at Miami University
Everyone else starts laughing and embarrassed I go stand by the wall all by myself. Eventually, the balls get harder to pass and I am soon joined by many other girls. They talk and cheer for who they want to win but I quietly stand alone in the corner too embarrassed to talk to others. When we finish that drill, the coach gathers us in a circle and begins the next drill. The next drill we do involves getting into groups and passing with each other.
But, some schools do not have the money for adequate protective equipment. So, the concussion protocol will help them recover from receiving a concussion in a practice or game. The only problem is how they can prevent concussions even with the concussion protocol even with the not up to standard equipment to protect the players. Another con is that the football players will not say they got a concussion and will get a big hit and walk fine and still have some dizziness. The players will not come out because they don’t want to be a sissy and want to keep on playing with their teammates.
Although "Oppai Volleyball" is created in the usual fashion of the indie Japanese film, nevertheless, its central concept makes for a movie that stands apart from the plethora of similar ones. Mikako is a newly transferred teacher at a junior high school. Excited for her new job she volunteers to coach the boys volley club. However, she soon realizes that she has been assigned a bunch of lazy teenagers whose main concern is to peep at girls. In her anxious effort to motivate them to start training, she asks them what it would take to make them put some effort into volley.
Everyone has had that one life lesson or moral that they have learned one time or another. It might be “don’t judge a book by it’s cover,” or “when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.” Mine happened to be “winning isn’t everything.” I learned my important life lesson on May 6, 2017. I remember the bright lights and the roaring crowd as my team and I walked on stage for what would be my last cheerleading competition. I was having mixed emotions; I was anxious because it would be the last time cheering with people I love, and I was afraid of messing up. I looked at my friend Landry and said, “We got this!” She looked at me and smiled.
If you would've told my ten year- old self that today I would be a cheerleader and love every single minute of it, she would’ve laughed and then probably thrown herself off of a cliff. When I was younger I played basketball, volleyball, and goofed around with ballet. I didn’t really love these sports and only joined teams because my mom wanted to get me involved. However, it was obvious by
I have never been the best volleyball player out there. However, that has never stopped me from working to be the best player I can be. I have spent hours in the gym doing private lessons to work with a coach one on one to improve my game. I have spent hours with personal trainers working to improve my speed, jumping, strength, and all the things that come becoming a better athlete. Because of this hard work, I lettered varsity my freshman year at Crown Point, and I was placed on the varsity Munster volleyball team.