Kendra Rowland digs attacks and kills.
The outside hitter started all 34 volleyball matches
for the Roadrunners in fall 2010 and led the team
in attacks (1,343) and kills (422). A 5-foot-11-inch
senior out of Deer Valley High School in Antioch,
Calif., Rowland slammed home 10 or more winners
in 27 contests while seeing action in 130 sets.
She was named the Southland Tournament's
Most Valuable Player as the Roadrunners captured
the conference championship.
Off the court, Rowland is a 3.5 GPA communications
major who has been named to the
Southland Conference's all academic squad
the past three years. After graduation? The
energetic, outgoing Rowland is decidedly undecided
about a career. Perhaps straight to a
media job. Maybe grad school in journalism. Or
even law school. "I've also considered the CIA,"
she added. "I really kind of want to be a spy."
Rowland keeps a poster of
her favorite athlete, English
footballer David Beckham, on
her bedroom wall. "I think he's
a great solid athlete, one of the
best of his era. And of course
he's good looking, so…."
All the right moves
Dance shoes and
foot undies are
passion. If she
be in a dance
hip-hop and ballet
moves. "I miss it,"
school. "I'm hopefully
going to get
back to it when
volleyball is over."
She wears three bracelets
on her right wrist—
always. One says, "I
love boobies," meant to
increase breast cancer
awareness. The others
say "Live to Love" and
"Music Saves Lives." The
only time she doesn't
wear the bracelets is during
practice and games.
She'd wear them even
then if they were allowed.
always, puts on her
left sock, left shoe
and left kneepad first.
She said it just feels
weird if she doesn't.
Rowland's iPod is packed with 8,000
songs from every genre imaginable.
Put it on shuffle and you'll hear heavy
metal, hard rock, screamo, soft rock,
opera and country. Before a big game,
she'll usually listen to a tune by metal
rockers Bullet for My Valentine.
Her two favorite books are
the romantic war novel Dear
John, by Nicholas Sparks, and
the classic story of childhood
loss, Where the Red Fern
Grows, by Wilson Rawls.
—Joe Michael Feist