Article May 30, 2011 Issue

For the good of the volleyball team

By Lyssa Winslow

I am often asked how tall I am, and I always respond 5 ft. 14 in. Something about this witty remark makes people laugh, but when I was younger, it wasn’t always funny to be the tallest person in my class. I decided to make my height useful, so I started playing volleyball in seventh grade. 

When I got to high school, I was so excited to be part of my school’s Division One volleyball program. Last year my varsity team ended the season with a 20-2 record and the New Hampshire State Championship title. This past fall, as my final high school season approached, I metaphysically prepared for tryouts (everyone had to try out again) with the ideas of God’s harmony and being in my right place. To me, this means that when we listen to spiritual intuition—listen to what God’s telling us—things sometimes work out differently from what we’d planned. But God always knows best—knows what we need. 

I again made the varsity team, and it was clear early on that we were the favorites to be state champions again. Early in the season, my teammates were discussing a Halloween party the group was planning to have. The party was supposed to have costumes, awesome music, and many of my senior friends and teammates would be there. But it was also going to have alcohol. I had already decided I wasn’t going to attend because I don’t drink.

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