Personal Narrative-Yorktown Golf Course

His first serve of the match rocketed right down the tee for an ace. 15-love. He followed that with a high-arching topspin serve out wide, and ran in for a volley. I quickly lunge and pop it just over the net, where he was waiting. HE hit a clean volley to the opposite corner.

I was devastated since the tournament was two weeks away and there was no way I could play. My thoughts were troubled, but there was one idea I received, never say never. Therefore, I practiced the hardest I had in a while for those two weeks at my local golf course. By the time the day of the tournament arrived, I was ready. When we made it to Baltusrol Golf Club, I never saw anything like it.

It was nice but I looked back at the football. I did not do it for the attention but rather the fact that from there on I would be able to do it. My race wasn’t for the attention, but to prove to myself that I was able to beat the odds. I challenged the preconceived notion that my team would end up last. As a JV team in a varsity race, with the odds against us, we came in 10th out of 17 teams.

When I got back into the competition I tried as hard as possible yet it wasn’t enough. This made me very mad, that I hadn’t been able to get a good ribbon. I knew that my crying had made everyone uncomfortable and that I should stop, but I couldn’t. I had the best time of my hole day right in the beginning, when I had courage that July was going to do great. until the time came when July didn’t back up.

The anticipation running through me, My nerves building up in me as I get into my stance like I am about ride a horse. I pull my club back and pull forward with all my might. Clang! the ball takes off. It goes flying in the air and blop it hits the water right next to us.

Quickly, I realized that both of my opponents could hit the ball farther than me and I began to forget my father's guidance of playing conservatively, in an attempt to keep up with them. I began hitting my more inconsistent clubs, hoping for longer yardage. This method of “Go Big or Go Home” didn’t work out very well because after the first day I was losing by three strokes to Cooper and losing by four strokes to the freshman. After telling my dad how the first day had gone, he told me that I needed to play my own golf game and not worry about them. This would mean sacrificing yardage for a better score, something I was willing to do.

I walked proudly up to the stage to retrieve my first place trophy. I was on the verge of sprinting to the stage and snatching the trophy and just hug it till it broke, but I remembered to stay calm. In my mind, I was filled with butterflies and thought no one would have the same trophy. So close to the stage only to see that everyone else got the same trophy just for participating. I felt embarrassed for getting my hopes up to high.

Feeling confident, I swung the club backwards and released it to my full potential. The ball went a little left than I preferred, but it was in a perfect spot for my third shot. I was about a hundred yards away from the putting green. I knew that this was it; this was my chance to make my first birdie. Now, I pulled out my pitching wedge.

My team and I walked out to the filled driving range to warm up before the 18-hole meet at Battleground Golf Course. This course was a said to be a little difficult because of the elevated greens and that it was lengthy. Although the course was a bit difficult, it didn’t help that it was a rainy, cold day. On the driving range, I set up to hit my first shot.

As there were ten minutes before the game we kept on doing the drills until I heard my coach announcing the starting lineup. I heard my name being announced so I prepared myself to go to the field. I could already see the trophy as it was in a table. As I walked in the field I could smell the trimmed grass and could hear my teammates say “we got this.”

I won one of the biggest pro tournaments around the world that people dream of winning. Then there’s a trophy ceremony and I get my trophy. As I’m hoisting the trophy in the air triumphantly I think to myself, this is the perfect

The ball hit the pins, my stomach dropping out. This, is what I live for. I had waited for this moment my whole life. I had spent countless hours in preparation for this one tournament. I had watched myself going up to make the final shot, the one that actually mattered.

To make the varsity golf team we have challenging rounds which determine what number you are on the roster. The coach takes the average of five rounds, and based the team off of those scores. The first day I started with hitting a shot out of bounds, followed by another one out of bounds. I thought, “What is happening with my golf swing?” The day seem to be followed by worse and worse shots.

We proceeded to do the first events and we had scored well enough to put us in the top three given that we performed well in the 5-kilometer race which was our last event. When we started we went at a good pace but the longer we ran the more my body ached, I knew my teammates suffered too but we were too close to slow down. As we got closer to the end another team caught up to us, we were at risk of losing our place. I told my team to sprint for the last 300 meters to secure our place. When we finished I was full of joy.

I cross the finish line, and I take a look at the timing. Third best time in the race so far, and only half a second behind the fastest girl. I took a deep breath, and felt the happiness spread through my whole body. I stayed at the same position during the race, and could almost not understand that I had actually reached one of by biggest goals in my