Personal Narrative: My Volleyball Coach.
One of those nights where I sit down and reminisce about my life around this time last year.
Volleyball was my main priority around this time last fall and the only thing I cared about. To kick off volleyball were the practices.
Practices always started out with the madness of all the volleyball girls running like a group of wild cattle from our last classes of the day to the locker room to be ready in the ten minutes our coach gave us. Girls everywhere rushing and yelling at each other to be on the gym floor with ankle braces, knee pads, and shoes on to the warming up and stretching was always a hassle. If we were not out on the court by the ten-minute mark for every teammate still in the locker room we would.]
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