Your senior year. Most people think this is the year when all the magic happens...that this is the year to do what you want and live your life to the fullest. What most people don't expect is tragedy. Well this, my dear friends is exactly what has happened to me my senior year, a totally unexpected tragedy.
Mostly all of my life has been devoted to one thing, sports. I have played them all, and worked tremendously hard at them all so that I could be the best. Throughout my years different sports have came and gone, but one in particular stole my heart. Volleyball. Ever since the 6th grade when I began playing it a bond grew between me and the sport, one that has continued to grow ever since. Now, nearly 6 years later the relationship between me and volleyball has grown into much more than just a strong bond. It is my life. It's become the only thing I truly care about, and the only thing I like devoting my time to (aside from traveling). In relating this all to my senior year, one would think that this is both the saddest and the most important season of my life. This, my last season, is what i've been preparing for since the 6th grade. This is my last year to be seen by scouts, my last year to be with my team, and my last year to do the thing I love competitively.
So here I am, just beginning my senior year at RGNS, one of the captains of my volleyball team, and so excited to finish out my last season strong. That is, until the unexpected happened.
It was August 27, a Friday. Approximately 5:30 p.m. when my team was in the middle of practice doing a blocking and hitting drill. In this drill one would hit the set, then run under the net and block the next hitter. After this, you would shag your own ball and get back in line. To those of you who don't know, I'm a very good hitter. It was my turn, I did my approach and slammed the ball, then I ran under the net to block the next hitter in line who will remain un-named. She then, who by the way is a lot less experienced then I, went up to hit with incorrect form. I went up to block her incorrectly formed hit when the unimaginable happened. She fell into the net and both her feet crossed the line on to my side. It was too late for me to dodge her because I was already in the air. As I came back down I landed on one of her feet and rolled my ankle. It wasn't until after I heard the loud snap in my right ankle that I realized I was laying in the floor in agony. There were people around me trying to help but I was only concerned with one thing, my ankle. Which at that point it felt like it might as well have been broken in half, thats the amount of pain I was in. So here I am 45 minutes later at the hospital speaking to an Orthopedic surgeon when he tells me that I have torn two of the four main ligaments under my ankle. When he told me it would be a 6-12 week recovery, I did not take the news too well. Who knew that someone could actually cry for 4 hours straight? So now here I am, with a huge black boot on my right leg and hopping around on crutches. Not only am I missing my entire senior season of Volleyball but I'm also now totally dependent on the people around me and can barely do anything for myself. I've taken depressed to a whole new level, so much for senior year.
