Personal Narrative-AAU State Volleyball

It was the last point of the 8th grade AAU state volleyball championship game. We were ahead by two points, the score 18-20. One slip up from any of us could result in a loss. The whole crowd, mostly consisting of parents and family, was on the edge of their seats, cheering, “Let’s go Raiders!” That day, my mom, dad, both sisters, uncle, and brother showed up to watch and support me. I am always grateful for their support. My team and I were waiting for the other team anxiously on our side of the court. They had taken a time-out, and were creating their game plan. They nervously walk onto their side of the court and get into position. The up-ref resumes his position at the top of the stand. At this point, my hands were shaking from a mixture …show more content…
We had put in many hours of work in the small, hot gyms. We practiced, ran, and practiced some more. In previous years, we had come close to winning state volleyball; in fifth grade, we placed second, sixth and seventh grade, ending in fifth. This was our year, and we made the most of it. Earlier in the day, we played many teams, and won all of our games. In bracket play, we had to play our rivals, Humboldt. We had lost to them in the championship game in 5th grade. Over the next years, we went back and forth winning and losing to them. Our teams were equally good, and in the end, the game would be determined by attitudes and being good teammates. I was both nervous and excited to play them because I had the feeling that we could win. It ended up being an intense game full of cheers, and we pulled it off with the win. Our victory over Humboldt sent them home, and gave us confidence for the next game, which was the championship. Our team’s mindset was that if we could beat Humboldt, we could beat anybody. All in all, it wasn’t a game against them. We knew that we were better than them, and it was more of a game against ourselves, seeing if we could have the right …show more content…
The adrenaline is always pumping as we line up in the hallway, waiting anxiously for the JV game to end. After what seems like forever, the time is here. Hands sweating, we hold pinkies or interlock hands as we bust through the doors and run through the halls towards the gym entrance. We gather in our circle, and shout our usual pump it up lines. Our intro music starts and we run into the gym, the crowd going wild. We run in our circle, high-fiving our coach and the rest of the fans from the student section that are lined up. We start warm ups, and it doesn’t take long until sweat is dripping from our faces. The buzzer goes off, saying that it is time for the announcer to do his job. Each player’s name and number is announced. I wait to hear, “Freshman, number 30, Bailey Wollesen!” Once I hear that, I run onto the court and shake the opponent’s hand. Then, I go through our line of teammates and complete their handshakes. We stand in a line holding pinkies as the national anthem is beautifully sang by the choir. When it is over, we run, and drop to the ground in a semi-circle by the wall. We do our cheer and return to the bench for a huddle with the coach. We walk onto the court with our heads held high, ready to win the game. During the match, whenever I got a kill, the student section would yell, “She’s a freshman!” I’m glad they would say that because it gave me confidence and

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