Knees slightly bent, I kept telling myself, “Just pass the ball." But each time the ball headed towards me, I was unable to pass the ball up. "Sub!” I glance at the sidelines as another player was awaiting me. I had been taken out. My eyes were looking down forcefully, too ashamed to look at anyone. As a three year varsity player, I was humiliated to be taken out. Elbows on my knees, I pressed forward to watch the game...

I elaborated more on my experience with volleyball and the changes I had to make to my life once I became a varsity player my sophomore year. It was a little struggle for me to make that transfer because it meant that it would take off more time off my schedule just for playing volleyball. Volleyball wasn't just a mediocre sport at my school. It was a sport we all took pride in and made sure we lived up to...