Personal Narrative On A Match Of Tennis

I was late in entering the realm of tennis as a lanky eleven-year-old. Among the countless midgets who had gripped onto a racquet since birth, my presence was uncomfortably conspicuous. Yet, I unabashedly attended every lesson, willing to stay for hours.

“Stay focused, just pretend that it’s practice.” I calmly whispered to myself as I became set to receive my opponents fist serve of the match. I could feel the warm perspiration dripping off my nose onto the scorching tennis court. My opponents’ moral showed signs of distress as I smashed a strong cross-court forehand, sending him deep to the far left corner of the court as he lethargically swung and missed the ball, ending the point. The match had just begun, ending in my favor (1-0). It was the first round of the men’s semifinals, and perhaps the warmest day in November. I stood on center court battling for the number one men’s singles title. My competition for the tournament was the most daunting task to ever encounter throughout my high school endeavor. Moreover, this match served as a pivotal moment, perhaps sending me to play at a higher level, or ending my final season perpetually.

From time to time, I feel that everything I do is worthless if I don’t make it to college, or win my tennis tournament, or get straight A’s. I get overwhelmed thinking that I will let down people who believed in me when the world thought I should fail. A stop light is flashing. It’s a sign. No one will be mad or disappointed with me. My family, friends, and God love me for the way I am. I am doing my best and that is all I should be focused on. I am smiling as we are passing tennis courts and pulling up at the school’s parking lot. I can see courageous little girl swinging with her pink racket and missing bright green balls. That reminded me of the times I dove, fell, cried, and tore my skin in order to finally hit that ball where I want it and when I want it. So much passion and focus was put in every practice and match I have ever had. Yes, I hoped for the rain, occasionally, so I can skip my practice. But,I have never said it out loud. I was always there to protect my dream and give all I have for tennis. This girl is doing the same, even though her dad is getting inpatient and she is stumbling by the racket's weight. It’s about overcoming inner fears and what others think of me. This is so clear to me now as I am looking at countless misses that this young hero makes.

Through experiences of playing sports and pursuing academics for the past three years, I found it always difficult to balance school and athletics. Coming home from practice or matches, eating dinner, showering, and doing homework until three in the morning seemed like a constant, repeating cycle. I always caught myself drowsing during class, but still having the capacity to pay attention, take notes, and complete tasks. Despite the struggle of stabilizing schoolwork and sports, I was aware of the fact that I aspired to play tennis, especially since I enjoyed playing with my father every weekend. Playing tennis for many years, my dad was a main reason why I took interest in enduring the sport. Although my father and I played for fun, I witnessed his motivation, perseverance, and dedication to the sport while playing, whether it was playing against amatuer me, or competing with others who ranged from adequate to professional. In addition, my team has been a major motivational factor throughout the years that I have played tennis. From singing to High School Musical during practice to cheering each other on during games, they have always been a fun and supportive aspect of my

For as long as I can remember, I have always been a shy person and never liked putting myself into social situations. The one way that got me out of my shell was playing tennis. In ninth grade my best friend encouraged me that we play and try it out. As soon as I started playing ,I fell in love with the sport. In my life, I have tried other sports such as soccer and volleyball, but i never stuck with them due to the fact that i just could not connect and get into them. Tennis was completely different.

The night that I will think about on my death bed began with me walking into a diner at sunset. The Diner was the official hang out spot for my high school. The air hockey and foosball table in the back attracted many of my peers. Today, however, it was mostly empty, except for a few people sitting at the bar. I sat down as well, squinting at the sunset glare from the mirror behind the counter.

For the past 3 or 4 years now, I have become pretty good at tennis for my age group. I started off by learning from my grandfather, who is a tennis coach in Greenville Ohio. Tennis is a fun sport to play, but its not that simple to learn.

Neither of us were interested in that. My serves were known to be powerful and very fast, quite frankly they were terrifying. The last game was my serve, all that needed to be done was to keep the ball in, and that my returns were solid and unexpected. My partner looked at me and we did our normal nod before the serve. I tossed the ball up, followed up, and swung through. There was an abnormal pull on my side at the peak of my serve, I let it go. Our opponents failed to return the serve. I go to serve again, tossed the ball up and following through with hesitation. This time my shoulder caught, and pain shot through my arm. But, last game right? I stretched it out,and shook my arm, trying to get back in my grove. My serve following I failed to get it over the net. My fingers with tingling and my arm was going numb, I could hardly hold my racket. I liked to use my height to an advantage and vertical up and spike the ball down without letting it bounce. I went to spike and some how it was good, it was hard and it was fast. We held out hope, till eventually they won the match. My shoulder hurt for awhile,

Tennis, a great sport that requires a lot of concentration, balance, and strength. In the beginning of high school, tennis was what started everything. Since tennis starts in the summer, my teammates will be the first people who I will meet before school starts. Since my freshmen year, I was always a doubles player, but that does not mean that it will be easy work. Having a partner during tennis does not mean that since there are two people playing it will be less work to be done. Actually, having a double’s partner may actually be more work because you have to be able to communicate with your partner and perform great sportsmanship awards. During the summer of my sophomore year, I trained hard with a friend to get better which later

The car jostled as we passed over a speed bump to reach our destination, a homeless shelter. Never having coached tennis before, ideas frantically buzzed through my head on how to engage the children at the shelter. Immediately sent out to the tennis courts upon arrival, we were left gaping at the half-torn nets and the dead tennis balls strewn across the moldy courts. We gathered the children together and divided them into groups, shepherding them to different courts.

Since my first tennis lesson at eleven years old, I knew this was something I wanted to stick with. Playing on the high school tennis team was one of the best choices I made. As a freshman, being part of a team provided me with instant, life-long friends that helped me in countless ways. One of the most important

It happened during summer of 2012, in the . Since I started my tennis, it became my main responsibility and my tennis career was my plan for life. Tennis is a competitive sport, and required a lot of time and energy spending. Daily, during summer, I would get up early for a run, and would have two practices after. I put all of my input to get ready for upcoming state tournament. State tournaments are very important, because the winner of the tournament has a chance to improve one’s rating. Since I would spend most of my day on the court, my friends were confidential about my success at the upcoming tournament. Tennis was a part of me and it was very important to show everyone that I’m good at it. On the day of the game, I called all my friends from

My school is not known for its tennis team. The banner of conference titles hangs barren in the gym, with only one lonely year stuck within a sea of blank yellow.

Tennis is marvelous. I picked up a racquet for the first time last season and decided I wanted to try a new sport. Tennis is the first and only sport that I've played that I hadn't started when I was about five. Being behind others who had been playing for a while was a new experience to me. Last year I worked my way up to the top spot on Junior Varsity and ended the season playing some varsity. This year I am number six on Varsity and hopefully, I will work my way further up as the season progresses. Today is our first match. I am playing doubles with Elli V-C and I am ecstatic. She is so sweet and a very supportive teammate. Tennis was surprisingly really easy for me to pick up. I am beyond glad that I decided to step out of my comfort zone

I serve, she returns, I return the ball back and the point goes on and on. This goes on for the entire match. We are very close score wise. By the end of the first set, I end up winning 6-4. By this time, Rachel and Elizabeth have left to go play their doubles match. However, Christine is already done with her match, as she wins 6-2, 6-1. Her opponent was a really easy opponent, thank goodness. Christine and the rest of the team’s parents were cheering in the stands. They were telling me that I was doing a great job, and to keep up the work. However, I was tired. My opponent moves me all around the court. Left, right, front, back, everywhere. Once the other team sees my team cheering, they start cheering as loud as they can in order to shut us down. My team won’t go down like that, we are determined winners. So, instead of shutting down, they just scream back louder. Soon, it became a screaming and chanting match, rather than a tennis