Every child has a bright vibrant swimsuit on; smiles spread ear to ear on each face. It was once said that some of the younger girls pretended to be mermaids during practice. Laughter erupted from those girls as they pretend to go on missions saving the deep sea. The twister slide is close by. It’s windy turns and sleek edges provide the perfect ride.
I was so excited for basketball season to come around, I just couldn 't wait! While I was waiting for our instructor for my Phys Ed class, I overheard a conversation between two girls. They were talking about how excited they were to start practicing volleyball, I suddenly got a lump in my throat from being so nervous. I knew nothing about volleyball, but one thing I did know was that the Phys Ed class I was in, wasn 't only for basketball, it was for all sports and because volleyball was the first played sport in our school season, that 's what we would
Without our sight senses we would not be able to play, not only Volleyball, but any sport for a matter of fact. Lastly, hearing is also very significant when it comes to volleyball as you must listen to your team members whilst in a game to know whether to get the ball or not, or if the ball is “out” or “short” for example. This again ties in with communication as team members must listen to one another to know what plays will be taking place. Whilst playing games in practices, when one of my team members would call mine, for example, I would immediately know to back away from the ball so she can easily get it without me being in her way. Without this sense there would
The ocean… The sound of the waves applauding and hugging the shore.The internal sounds of the body out in the world’s biggest swimming pool. The echo of my sister’s laughter. The salty smell so strong that one can taste it dancing on ones taste buds. The ocean looked like an enormous pool of wonder. It was exceptionally blue that day with a slight green undertone.
Sometimes some people wish to be more unique, but others desire to be treated just like everyone else. This situation can be found in the book, Millicent Min, Girl Genius by Lisa Yee. In the book, child genius Millicent is forced to tutor her biggest rival, Stanford, in the summer while taking a college course. However, her mother signs her up for volleyball, and Millicent 's summer is infused with chaos until she meets a girl named Emily, who becomes her first real friend. Despite all conflicts that developed in the book, an individual may consider changing a character 's personality.
A similar event occurs later in the novel when Lauren, Harry, and Zahra are at a beach. They are completely surrounded by potentially dangerous strangers in unknown territory, but this is the first time any of them had seen the ocean, so again Lauren disregards the consequences of her actions and actually lives her life. Her and Zahra, neither knowing how to swim, walk into the ocean and “threw water on each other...let the waves knock [them] around, and laughed like crazy people,” Lauren even claims it was the “best time [she’s] had since [they] left
Growing up, I would go there to play with my siblings and climb the jumbles of rocks that overlooked what seemed like the never-ending vast body of water, pretending that it went on forever. The place not only represented my childhood, but also the start of the end of it. Memories flooded back of endless summer nights of young teenage girls who would sneak down to the hidden beach to get too tipsy and laugh and flirt with boys and pretend that we were grown up. The beach represented not only childhood innocence, but also the longing to leave childhood behind, and this slower sluggish version of myself knew it. It seemed almost poetic that the place I had once felt most alive at would be the place my lifeless body would be pulled towards, almost as if gravity had propelled my body there
The chatter of other kids running around in the sand mixed with the crashing of the waves against the shoreline was so relaxing to me. That was a time where I didn’t have a care in the world. I wasn’t plagued by the never-ending perturbation of homework, tests, or projects. For the first time in a long while, I felt free. But that freedom was short-lived as the bell confined me back into a colorless classroom filled with my jaded companions.
“Would I ever be able to play in the NBA?” is the question I sometimes ask myself just to find a little bit of joy, to make myself laugh a little bit more and to make a dream more tangible. Yes, you are right, I love basketball, I love it so much that if it could have a life, it would know me better than I would, it would be my teacher and my best friend forever. I remember the first time I played basketball. I was a fifth grader, exposed to an unfamiliar sport in a country where soccer takes over, but I fell in love with it, the moment I touched it, I knew it was special. I remember how I used to train as a kid : setting up flip flops as cones to do crossovers, shooting meant hitting the correct cracked spot on the wall and running ten laps of our front yard to strengthening myself.
Late last summer, I was hired to coach the team that would have an unimaginable impact on our talent pool for my high school volleyball teams. In the past years, I developed a bright, shining passion for the sport, and coaching a team would be an astounding opportunity to utilize my inspiration to give back to the community. Previously I had been a student manager of the Varsity team, following orders and assisting in practices; in other words, the mule of the gym. I’ve always had, and still continue to grow, a love for simply being in the volleyball gym. Watching the athletes practice every day, observing the coaches lead and train, and cheering along from the bench during every game were only a fraction of the enjoyments that pulled me tighter