Essay on Resilence

Spiking Down Adversity
Have you ever heard the expression, “No pain, and no gain”? I never really thought about its true value. I use to think it referred to weight and working out, but it doesn’t work in that context. I didn’t fully grasp the meaning until I had some experiences of my own. One of which dealt with the thing I love to do. Which is volleyball?
The beginning of my freshman year was very arduous. I had just come from a small private middle school which has such diversity. I had to deal with the pressure of finding new friends, starting high school and doing strenuous work. The only thing that eased my mind was volley ball.   Since training camp was the last two weeks before school I figured I would meet some new friends there. Little did I know I would also me some enemies too?
My first sign should have been when I walked through the doors. There was absolutely no representation of my race what so ever, but having come from various private schools and programs I was use to it. At practices I strived for perfection and the coaches saw my efforts I had also made a few friends from my grade. Although with the upperclassmen I could feel some tension.
Our first game was full of excitement. I could feel the intensity from the bench. Many games passed and I had still not gotten in. Even though I was always acclaimed at practice. Something wasn’t adding up, but I still did not cede.
When some upperclassmen wrote me messages that I wasn’t good enough and that I should quit I had had enough. I took my concerns up with the coaches who never really interposed gave me a clear answer. This perplexed me. When the last game of the seas on came about I was ready. The matches were tied and we need to win. The coach called my number and I was ready, or so I thought. The pressure got to me and I messed up. We lost. On the bus ride home I was ridiculed and harassed. I was mortified,
Despite my failure, my sophomore year I had made it.   Although I was...