The rising adrenaline of an incoming crossroad. Volleyball tryout results have just been released. My previous volleyball club had been dissolved and my teammates and I were forced to join another volleyball program. I had been playing with the same set of guys for the past seven years; they were brothers to me. We desperately hoped to be on the same team again. I had set all my hopes on the St. James U17 team.
The realization. I open the tryout results and see a list of numbers, each correlating to our jersey number at the tryout. I scour the list for my number, “58”, with hope and anticipation; “70” reads the last number. I check again, and again, and again. But nothing. I hadn’t tried out for other teams because I thought my acceptance was guaranteed. I freeze in shock; I can’t believe it.
A second chance. Fortunately, I was offered a spot on the St. James U16 team. This team was the correct age group for me, but from the time I was ten I had been playing up a year. Losing the chance to play with my old teammates and playing a year down stung, but at least I could continue playing the sport I love.
Making the most of it. While my new team was not as competitive or skillful as my previous team, I felt no point in slacking off. I took this time to further develop my foundational skills. Great improvements were made in my defense, serving, communication, and leadership skills. I formed lasting friendships with many of my teammates. Being pushed outside of my comfort zone with new coaches and teammates gave me the opportunity to turn lemons into lemonade.
Another try. The following year, I decided to try out for multiple volleyball programs to disperse the risk. Again, I did not get into the team I was working towards being a part of, with all of my previous teammates. Surprisingly, however, I was offered a spot on the Maryland Volleyball Program (MVP) U17 team, the top team in the region. My disappointment in rejection was met with determination and a greater drive to succeed; I had now joined MVP. My new team brought new challenges. Fortunately, we all shared a collective kindness, admiration, and respect towards each other; integration was effortless. However, as a new player, I had to prove my worth to the coaches and earn my spot in the starting lineup. I tried my hardest and stayed optimistic and supportive towards everyone, even if they could take my spot. Even with the competition for the starting spot, I felt no bitterness among us. My bond with my teammates grew stronger because we helped each other improve. Through grit and determination, I earned a starting position. The season was challenging and rewarding. I formed cooperative friendships and competed at the highest level. I felt much gratification, especially when our teamwork resulted in a first place finish at the East Coast Championship Tournament.
My reflection. Looking back on my volleyball journey over the past few years, I am surprised at how my rejections led to immense growth. Being rejected from my dream team was crushing and it hurt even more to be separated from my old teammates, but it gave me the strength to push on and succeed in new environments and situations. I am grateful for the connections I have made; I am proud of the volleyball player and person I have grown into, and I'm confident that my new perspective will help me face challenges in college and life.