September 21, 2014
In my English class, I was given the assignment of choosing one word to describe myself and writing an essay on why I chose that one word. At first, I was not sure what word I thought was appropriate to define myself, but then it became clear. I chose the word resilient. The dictionary defines resilient as "springing back; or rebounding", "returning to original form or position after being bent, compressed, or stretched", or my personal favorite, "recovering readily from illness, depression, or adversity". My bittersweet experience from my junior year has unquestionably changed me into the person I am today.
On August 21st, 2013, everything in my world was changed forever- and for the worst. Or at least that is what I thought to be true at the time. It was the first week of my junior year, and everything was going great.
My volleyball team and I were preparing for our first scrimmages of the season and we were all so pumped. (By the way, volleyball is more than a sport to me, it is the most important thing to me during this part of the year.) So you can imagine the heartbreak I felt on that Wednesday when I jumped up to retrieve a ball out of the net and landed on my right knee extremely wrong. I will never forget the sound I heard when I came down on my knee; the pops and the grinding I sensed on the way down will forever be seared into my memory. It happened at the end of practice and I was ready to finish and get home to eat dinner- that was the only thing on my mind at the time. That was when my coach...