Personal Statement
Dreams, goals, and aspirations can be everchanging; I know mine were. My "life plan" was up in the air until it began to solidify during my Junior year of high school. I know that I will be doing something I love, which will always change but remain a solid career; engineering. Specifically Civil and Architectural. Houses, skyscrapers, and bridges fascinate me and have become my obsession. I would love to take my life in that direction, but above getting my masters in my selected majors, I'm not sure where life will take me. It is forever changing. One thing that has helped my reach a decision on my goals is volleyball. Its assistance has been subtle, yes, but it is the only thing that has remained constant over the past four years of my life.
"I don't want to go. I'm not going. Seriously, I don't want to." I would constantly this whenever my friend Amanda tried to convince me to go to the first day of volleyball conditioning my freshman year.
Amanda tried to tell me all the amazing things that volleyball is and how enthralling it is to be on the court, but I was afraid. I would never admit it, but I was terrified of looking like a fool in front of all the older girls who could kill me with a single blow.
"You're going even if I have to drag you," Amanda would always say.
And drag me, she did. The day of conditioning came, and I thought that saying I would go tomorrow - or never - would be a good excuse to get Amanda off my back. But she would have none of that and told me to meet her at the middle school in ten minutes. We simply had to be early, I guess. My stomach was turned, my heart racing, - that always happened when I was nervous - my palms sweaty; this could not go well.
But it did go well, it went better than I could ever have imagined. I fell in love that day. I forgot everything at home, everything happening in my life, just in those two hours, I let go and just played. I was pretty good for a freshman, even the coaches seemed impressed, which fueled my fire. To this day, I still put it all on the court. Volleyball is my release. Bad test grade? Go focus on making my sets impeccable. Boy trouble? Go smash a few balls into the other side of the court. Volleyball lets me think clearly, guides me to make good decisions, and hone in on what I love.
