Personal Narrative: Dave Stockton's Putt To Win

Australia is filled with many different aspects in which makes it the country it is today. I believe it is important to study texts that explore aspects of Australia by studying texts such as ‘The Club’, by David Williamson, a play written in 1977 about an Australian football club and movies such as “The Castle”, directed by Rob Stitch in 1997, about the daily life of an Australian family when their happiness is threatened when developers attempt to buy their house to expand the neighboring airport. Both these texts show us what Australian life was like in the past. By us looking at themes such as language, tradition and the mateship shown we are able to explore different aspects of Australia that make it what it is today.

The typical Australian: lazy, beer guzzling, faded blue singlets, thongs, slang words. This is the dominant reading formed by the media, commonly in advertisements and novels. The image constructed by such media is one of an unfit ‘couch potato’ who sits around all day drinking and watching television. This stereotype is not only downgrading, but constructs Australian males as underachievers in society. Some Australians may be like this, as for many the pursuit of leisure is a serious business. Indeed texts such as Chris Franklin’s – Bloke (2000) and The Wind and the Monkey (1999) support this theory of the common Australian man. However texts such as Crocodile Dundee (1986) and The Castle (1999)

On January 22, 2017 at Lower Macungie Community Center gym two Lower Macungie Youth Association (LMYA) were playing against each other. They were playing basketball. No team was getting demolished.

“Tweet Tweet,” screamed the birds as the sun smacked Tyler and me in the face with its Florida heat hotter than jalapenos.

My team won 3 out of 4 hockey games in my hockey tournament. It was the championship game for a banner and a medal. We were playing the Ice Dogs who we had originally beaten 3-1. Over the summer we did so much dry land on the track and my dad said it will all pay off today. I stepped on the ice for warm ups and the ice felt smooth under my skates. I was prepared for a hard hockey game.

It was just like a dream . It was the bottom of the 4th and I could not hit . Then Finally I got my hit , the perfect pitch finally came to me like it was the best pitch . So perfect straight over fence as i rounded 1st base .

I had pulled my scorecard out and added up my scores. The 18th was a dogleg left par 5 and with a par I shoot 78. A score that would make it through to districts. Following an arid tee shot, I disobeyed my coach in club choice for my second shot. The dominos began to fall and one bad shot followed another. I took a triple bogey on an easy hole and I knew as soon as I picked my ball up out of the cup that I had let people down. Waiting was the worse part of the whole process, it just dragged out the failure. After an hour passed and the news was given that I finished fifth, just short of being in that top four. That was the longest bus ride home ever. It was the start of a new fire and a new beginning.

This summer my family traveled to my brother's state tournament. His 17U baseball team for our school had been qualifying for the state tournament. We were so excited and proud of the team. They were so happy when they won the district tournament. I was excited about going to Troy again.

My pace was brisk climbing up the final fairway, bag feeling twice as heavy as I knew it to be. The energy that had surged within me hours before was almost depleted, and frustration coursed through me at the way I had “ruined my score.” My attitude induced an inability to enjoy the beauty surrounding me, as it usually did when I golfed. I trudged up to my ball (that, of course, had rolled into the thick rough). Bag clunking onto the ground as the legs sprang out, I pulled out the overworked range finder to find the distance to the flag. After staring at my clubs, considering, I pulled the five iron out of my bag. At that point, it was nowhere near as shiny as it had been at the beginning of the round. Scraping off most of the dirt, I stepped up to the ball and tried to keep my mind free of the memories of past rounds.

The excitement I had for golf then still continues today! Golf has blessed me with numerous friendships and opportunities. I am so glad to have people supporting and encouraging me to continue my collegiate golf experience! The spring season here at Scholastica has started and I am excited to get outdoors soon!

Anticipation is waiting eagerly for something you know is going to happen. For me, it’s the long, rolling hills of green that craft a unique, strategic game. A game I have grown to love. It is everything from the excitement of preparation till the moment I tee off. As I gather the equipment-clubs, tees, and golf balls-anticipation floods my senses. Preparing myself for the long journey of 18 holes, excitement and anticipation continues to pulse like an electric current inside me. Not until I strap on my glove and mentally prepare myself, do I realize I have been through this routine countless times. The only difference is this could be one of my last times. One of the last times I step onto the fresh grass of a course, with the goal of achieving

I was first introduced to golf at 5 years old, at my grandparents’ house in the countryside. Being a kid didn’t make me like golf, mostly because I was stressed of repetitively seeing my grandma perfectly hitting all the shots. So I stopped playing golf until recently, and my dad signed up at a golf club, so I followed him and started to take lessons every day. The first lesson really represented a challenge, it came the time where I had to critically think and physically work in order to see if I like or dislike golf. As I was hitting the balls, one by one I felt the adrenaline coming into me, and every shot was getting better, I started liking it. A feeling of accomplishment was sliding in my veins. So the second lesson came, I was relieved

They say the eye of the tiger is the thrill of the fight. It helps you rise up to the challenge of your rivals. If that's true, one former tiger lost that thrill and is now a measly cat. Of course, we're talking about disgruntled golfer Tiger Woods. Last year, Woods admitted he might never grace the golf course again.

Tiger Woods was born on December 30, 1975 in Cypress California. He was an only child but did have 2 half-brothers Earl Jr. ,born 1955 and Kevin ,born 1957 and a half-sister, Royce who was born in 1958. Tiger was first shown the wonders of golf before turning two years old by his father Earl. After that he was something of a child prodigy. When he turned three, he shot a 48 over nine holes over Cypress Navy course, at age five he made himself known by being featured in Golf Digest and on That's Incredible. Before he was seven years old , Tiger Woods won the under the age of ten section of the putt, pitch, and drive competition, held at the Navy Golf Course in Cypress, California.

An Australian Short Story, written by Ryan O’Neill, is such an in-depth piece of literature. The story’s artistic format brings a new meaning to Australian literature, and the typical stereotype. Ryan O’Neill took a chance on this story, because he isn’t an Australian. But after living in Australia for many years, he took the time to really notice things. And with that, he chose to write what he saw and