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Playing volleyball developed my communication skills, trust in teammates, and the importance of being reliable. The orchestrated movements of blockers, the chain of digs, recovering a tipped ball, setting hands, and another attack is a mesmerizing physical conversation between teammates and strangers. Introduced to the game by a record-holding college player, I had no idea this would be the best medium for my zeal. The ups and downs of a high school season led to making the club team at BU. Being able to attend the yearly Alumni tournament to honor James Walker, is a blessing and has connected me to some great people from far and wide!
The growth these sports accompanied by my focus on psychology, behavior, and communication, helped mold me into the teacher and entrepreneur I am today!
My frail frame, shy demeanor, and fly-on-the-wall attitude ensured I didn’t draw attention. However, years of watching my dad play tennis brought me comfort and nostalgia on every court. Observing forehands, backhands, overheads, and volleys develop camaraderie without words meant I didn’t need words to feel at home. Developing my game led to meeting, growing, and experiencing new things and people! Tennis came naturally, as naturally as encouragement I provide to all my students. Explaining the subtleties it took years, but motivating people to become better players who thought about footwork, technique, and had
an objective understanding of their performance came automatically. That data is the paint on the canvas!
Playing sports as a teenager was a no-brainer; tennis in the spring was the only sure thing. Following friends to the freshman football team, however, turned out to be the hardest and most embarrassing. With a frame like Jack Skellington, I was not made for football. New students from out of town knew what they were doing, and Pop Warner had given them the skills needed, while I fumbled with my feet trying to push through linemen twice my size. Needless to say, Mr. L’s T&E doesn’t offer football… yet (maybe flag football). My coaches motivated me to try, understanding I was just following friends. During practices, I grinded through tough sprint drills, learned to shake off hard hits, and played a role in a larger team sport. This taught me toughness and resilience, laying the ground work to handle failures and hard times. Playing sports as a teenager was a no-brainer; tennis in the spring was the only sure thing. Following friends to the freshman football team, however, turned out to be the hardest and most embarrassing. With a frame like Jack Skellington, I was not made for football. New students from out of town knew what they were doing, and Pop Warner had given them the skills needed, while I fumbled with my feet trying to push through linemen twice my size. Needless to say, Mr. L’s T&E doesn’t offer football… yet (maybe flag football). My coaches motivated me to try, understanding I was just following friends. During practices, I grinded through tough sprint drills, learned to shake off hard hits, and played a role in a larger team sport. This taught me toughness and resilience, laying the ground work to handle failures and hard times.
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