Literacy Narrative Final Draft

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  • Caroline PiottiRobert Arnold

    UWRT 1101September 1, 2014

    When youre young you feel like you can be successful with almost

    anything, but finding out what that will be is very challenging. Figuring out

    what I was literate in wasnt the challenge at hand for me, it was deciding

    how I would tell my story of what I was literate in. I figure it would be easiest

    to start from the very beginning and take you to the end, but then I realized

    that I would be retelling the last twelve-ish years of my life. So with that

    being said, I am going to hit on some of the most major scenes from the

    years to give you the just of me becoming literate in softball.

    I guess it started when I moved from Charlotte to the Outer Banks, and

    I told my dad I wanted to get involved athletically. We went to our local Parks

    and Rec and perused the upcoming sign up choices, and this is when I

    decided I wanted to attend the skills day for Softball. In making this

    decision, my dad then took me to a local hole-in-the-wall sports shop to

    purchase my first glove and pair of cleats. I can remember being extremely

    nervous walking out onto the field for the first time, at the age of seven,

    thinking to myself that I was out there about to make a fool of myself. Hours

    later, and past the point of being sore, I was introduced to my very first

  • coach and found out who was on my team. I took a nice long look at the girls

    in hopes that I would have them as teammates for a very long time. My first

    season of softball was as expected, fifty percent learning and fifty percent

    applying, but it was then that I knew I never wanted to give it up.

    A season or two later I made some major career based decisions

    and decided to become my teams catcher. I went from playing center and

    left fields to gearing up and catching in a season opener, all in the matter of

    three practices. At first I was extremely nervous to catch because I had seen

    some serious injuries and knew that it would take additional practice and

    patience to be the best that I could be. In the summer following my first

    season of catching, I attended my first position specific camp at UNC

    Greensboro. I went to the camp for catching as my position, and also got

    help with learning new batting techniques and ways of playing the game that

    would benefit me all around. It was on day three of six that I was introduced

    to third base, and I fell in love. I immediately changed my interests from

    catching to playing third base, but took this chance as an advantage to my

    career in softball. I saw it as my chance to be that player who was skilled in

    multiple positions on the field, as well as in the batters box, and boy did my

    coaches love it.

    Two seasons later, my fifth season of softball, was the first season I

  • could try out for a school team, and I felt more than prepared to show the

    coaches what I had up my sleeves. At this point, I was also starting my fifth

    season with the same girls since day one, and I knew that we could make an

    unstoppable team, and sure enough we did. At the end of my sixth season, I

    decided to take a whack at a travel team (otherwise known as showcase

    teams) that was based out of Virginia. I made the team, and my coaches

    asked me to play an age group up because apparently my skills were far too

    good for my actual age group, which was a total confidence booster.

    Playing with girls a year or two older than me was challenging at first

    because they saw me as an amateur and didnt respect me for the skilled

    player I was. I had to put forth double the energy into proving myself to

    them in order to show them that I could keep up. There was one girl who

    steadily doubted me and thought I didnt deserve to be on the team. At first

    I saw joining the team as a self-esteem booster, but then I started to feel

    unwanted by some teammates. Finally in one game I got put in as a

    designated hitter for our pitcher, who just so happened to be the girl that

    had been doubting me. Two pitches in, I smack the ball, and Im rounding

    second when I hear yelling, Down! Down!. I look up to see the third

    baseman getting ready to tag me out, and I end up putting myself into a

    pickle. Im jockied between second and third base, sliding and dodging the

  • multiple players tossing the ball to try to tag me out. I finally out-maneuver

    the replacement third baseman and I slide safely into third base. On the

    next batter up, I notice my coach give my teammate the swing away signal

    and that was my que. There werent any outs and I was in scoring position.

    My teammate hits a nice little fly ball in between first and right fields, and

    this is my chance. I hold back, waiting to tag up to make sure it wasnt a fly

    ball caught, and then Im off in a dead sprint. I score and the crowd and

    dugout goes crazy. I high-five the girl waiting on deck and head back into

    the dugout. My pitcher approaches me, and with a monster smile says to

    me, Welcome to the team!. It was then that I knew she finally accepted

    me for the player and teammate I was and wanted to be.

    At this point in my life, I started realizing that I was as literate as I

    could be. I started at ground zero, worked my way up a totem pole that took

    me on some crazy adventures, and gained knowledge that I will keep for a

    lifetime. My sponsor throughout the entire process was my dad of course,

    after all he was the one who helped me get my foot planted into the world of

    softball. From countless practices, trips to the sports store, to my dad

    coaching me for two seasons, to not missing a single game for nine straight

    seasons, he was always there. I dont want it to sound sappy, because it was

    far from that. He made sure to leave the dad aspect outside of the dugout

  • when he coached me, and was always critiquing me when he saw it fit best.

    He would never let me doubt myself, and supported me in all of my decision

    making moments.

    As I sit here now, reliving my moments to becoming literate in the

    game of softball, I can see myself coaching or running a clinic. My love for

    the game will live forever, on and off the field. I know that I would

    thoroughly enjoy helping young girls on their path to becoming literate, in

    hopes that they will love it just as much as I do.