Personal Narrative: I Am Harder In Golf

I did not care much about golf before I decided to come to United States, so my score was not good enough for competing. Although I had several achievements during my freshman year, I knew that my scores, usually ranging around 100, were average for my age and not remarkable. After this first season in Tallulah Falls School, I found a new determination for the sport. I practiced hard during the next summer and prepared for my sophomore year. The golf course had become my second home. When the sophomore season started, I was ready to improve my golf skills and also make some great friends. I started loving this sport with my fantastic teammates, who improved a lot-some from knowing nothing about golf to finishing eighteen holes in a match. Refusing to be slack at practices, our team worked hard to continue our path of improvement-even the harshest of weather would not stop our passionate practices. I remember once, right after the snow, we played the next day. Although the snow had melted by the

I started on the high school football team and didn’t do too bad. I ended up getting all district defensive back which was good to have. I also started on the high school basketball team. This was a pretty good year we didn’t do to bad but got beat out in regionals. It was one of the most painful times of my life because it meant a lot to me and the team. I couldn’t believe it happened. We worked so hard. A good thing about it is that I improved and did better that year. I also tried a crazy thing which was to play baseball. I have never played baseball in my life nor did I like it. I went ahead and tried it out anyways. I enjoyed it but I was not good at it. I couldn’t seem to find the ball in the outfield. I was a decent pitcher and batter though. The best part about baseball was the bus ride I enjoyed them a

Freshman golf ended miserably, but I wasn’t even close to giving up. In Arkansas golf, high school isn’t a big deal like in Football and Basketball. It’s the tournaments held by the Arkansas State golf Association that are most respected. So my golfing year wasn’t really over, it had actually just begun. So I began to practice more, and focus solely on golf. It seemed the harder I practiced, the worse I got. I was trying too hard, and playing badly in tournaments. It was extremely heartbreaking. This was the only think that I had complete confidence in and I couldn’t

At the start of high school my life began to take a turn. Up to that point my life had been predictable. I had the same friends, played the same sport, and was still an introverted person. My life was bland. Baseball is what I grew up playing throughout my childhood. It was that sport I looked forward to practicing, playing, and enjoying. As I started to get older, the people and coaches I played with changed. I began to play less, and wasn’t improving every week like I had hoped. I even tried out for the school team, but I was cut. For these reasons, my dedication to this sport was deteriorated. Trying out for the school team wasn’t what I wanted to do, but it’s what I presumed everyone expected of me. Once I ran passed this realization, I stopped playing baseball. This is not how I envisioned the future.

After two patient years of golfing, the weather was perfect to play with. As I look over the lush green grass, my father besides me casted a shadow over me. The freshly cut grass, reminded me of possibly getting a hole in one. As I start to walk on the pathway towards hole one, I start to mentally prepare myself. “I can do it. Play confidently and play to win,” as I mumble to myself. It’s just important to be physically prepared as mentally. My dad, jokingly says, “I’ll give you a ‘gazillion’ dollars if you land a hole-in-one.” Well my dad, better get that “gazillion” dollars ready, because he is in for a surprise.

If I have an opportunity to go back to the time when I started learning golf, I would not have stop playing it. I made a mistake that I decide to give up learning golf. When I was grad three, my parents encouraged me to start golf lessons and started teaching me the basic. They wanted me to learn a sport that we can share the interest and play together. When I just started at the beginning, I enjoyed learning golf as much as for the next lesson. Our family went to driving range quite often to practice golf swing. As my learning processes, my mother thought I had on playing golf. However, I was not able to continue playing golf because our family immigrated to Canada at that time I did not play golf for few years to acclimatize to school life

It was a peaceful, sunny day and perfect for golfing. The lake shimmered with sunlight as my dad, Ellie and I scooted up the hill in our golf cart, ready to go putt out balls in the hole. “Hey Kate,” my dad said, “Go see if you can find your ball, I will come and help you after I putt my ball in.”

Ever since I was young I was a part of a discourse community that I couldn't relate to. It was the golfing community. I was constantly asked if I was going to play or if I had caught some match or tournament in the past week, I had not. It was not until my freshman year of high school that I began to accept this community and become a part of the conversations I had always ignored. Golf turned out to be quite the adventure.

My whole life I've wanted to go to college and play golf for a Division 1 school. After my long and hard journey, I'm hoping to go to SFA this fall and play golf. I never realized when I first started playing golf that it would be this tough. It's been an emotional roller coaster for me and I can't wait to see what college golf has in store for me.

I wanted to get better at my swing and learn as much as possible about golf. I attended “The Classic Golf Club” in Spanaway. A pro golfer, Ryan Moore, taught the class. I learned more about what clubs you want to use when you are on the golf course. Furthermore, I learned how to putt properly, chip, and tee off. After all of the lessons, we competed in a tournament at the PLU golf course. We were paired up with other kids and did group vs group competitions. They gave out prizes for first, second, and third prize winning groups. My group won 1st place and we got the privilege to choose from a table of prizes, and I chose a set of brand new golf balls. From this experience, I learned that golfing is something that can take up quite a bit of time from your day, but the satisfaction of playing the game is worthwhile! We played nine holes, but you can play eighteen if you want to play even longer. The game of golf may take a while to play and finish, but that is why golf is important in my life as it allows me to spend quality time with my dad, and has given me more

Every time I tried to hit the ball I ended up topping the ball and not hitting the ground or hitting the ground too much. I was starting to become less confident in myself and quite angry that I could not hit the golf ball. After every shot I took a practice swing and a deep breath hoping that I could finally hit the ball nice and straight, but that wasn't working whatsoever. I was losing my mental focus and could not get it back so I was anxious to go spend time working with my coach on my mental

As I stood on the 16th tee at The Farm, I thought about all of my surroundings. Most days, I take the beauty around the golf course for granted. On this day, I took a moment to reflect on all the beauty and the effect it has on all of my different senses. I was able to see, hear and feel many different things throughout the golf course.

As I became older, entering my young teenage years in life, I took on the interest of playing sports for my middle school. I remember trying out for the girl’s basketball team in the summer going into the eighth grade. I know I had competition but I felt highly confident from the skills I gained during the previous years. Try outs were all morning and I caused my parents so much trouble from telling them in such a short notice. I anxiously waited for the final results, even though they weren’t posted on the gym door until later that evening. Later on that day I learned that I didn’t make

I’m from the boing of the trampoline and from turning myself up and down, from spinning around to flipping at the same time, to the sound of a cracking backs to fixing them

Since freshman year, my goal was to make the high school baseball team and help the team get to a state championship. In my junior year, when the tryouts ended I found out I was cut from the baseball team. At first, I was obviously disappointed and upset. I didn't know what to do. But one thing i knew, was i wasn't