Personal Narrative: The Santa Teresa Golf Course

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

When I first came to Lake Highland in seventh grade my parents wanted me to be on a team to get to know people and the only sport I knew was golf. I came to the tryouts with no experience of tournaments, hammy down clubs from my sister, and not appropriate golf attire. I tried very hard for the team, but I did I didn't have the skills to make it on. It was very devastating for me because I have never been turned down before, but I knew that I had to change. After this failure I decided that I should try harder in golf. I never did take the sport seriously and barely practiced, but after being turned down I decided to step up my game. I started to practice harder and more often by my own choice. I also started to play in tournaments, which I

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

I play golf for the pleasure of it; have been doing so for number years, as member, Sharjah Golf Club. I am proud of expertize I have acquired in it. It seems to be a game of hitting a dimpled white ball, placed on a holder, between relaxing walks, with a caddy in tow, whereas it requires knowledge of math, science, engineering and technology for one to be a ‘Tiger Woods’.

It was a Monday morning on June 13, 2016 and I was not ready for what was to come of today. I was practicing for my tournaments all summer long and this day was the day for me to show that my work has paid off. Even though It was a qualifier into a high skilled tournament I need my game this summer to be one of my best years so I can send my resumes to coaches around the country. So now the round Is about to start and I was nervous. Playing against kids much older and much stronger than you is intimidating, but i knew that was not supposed to change what was going to happen today. This golf course is a tricky one with lots of trees and hills but that should change my mindset of trying to win this qualifier. And we were off, I striped my drive

“Top fifteen go to state, start out strong and pace yourself with the other girls”, my cross-country coach told me.

This is a critique of an article from the Claremont Institute Recovering the American Idea, A Golf Story, By: Thomas D. Klingenstein, Posted: April 17, 2011, this article appeared in: Vol. XI, Numbers 1 & 2 - Winter/Spring 2010/11. Barry Mills, the president of Bowdoin College, in his assembly address raised an imperative worry, he said, various parents are unwilling to send their kids to Bowdoin or to its sister schools in light of the fact that they are seen to be excessively liberal, and too withdrawn with standard America. To do this he recounted a golf anecdote about the article 's writer. The article’s writer defends himself against statements he says he never said. The writer according to Mills states, "I would never support

Looking back on my three previous years playing for Edmond Memorial’s golf team, I realize how great I could have become. This is only because I decided to play safe golf. Hahn warns us of this in the story by saying, “we long for peace and security” (Hahn 91). As the famous quote states, “you miss one-hundred percent of the shots you do not take” (Wayne Gretzky). When I am near a creek or hazard on the golf course I imagine all the bad shots that could occur. This then leads me to hit one of those bad shots, whereas if I had imagined all the good shots I would have performed. Anyone who has golfed before is well aware that golf is more so mental game than a physical game; coincidently similar to life itself. Life and golf present us with two options, “we can recognize and embrace [fear] or act out of [fear]” (Hahn

In this report I will discuss the communication problems which exist at Rolling Meadows Golf Club. The problems discussed will deal with channels of communication. The areas which are causing problems are internal. Radios would solve these internal problems.

Our town is notable for having several interesting golf courses. For those residents whose interests lie in other pursuits, those courses are a waste of large quantities of otherwise useful space that could be better used to construct another mall or store. For the golf enthusiasts among us, however, the preponderance of courses is a delightful benefit of living in this otherwise uninteresting locale, where the only saving grace is the plentiful supply of interesting people.

A playoff in the sport of golf is an extra hole, or holes, played when, at the completion of regulation play in a competition or tournament, there is a tie and it is desirable to determine an outright winner. Playing in a playoff is one of the most exhilarating and nerve-wracking things anyone can experience when playing golf.

Golfers of all ages and skill levels are welcome to embark on a journey of self-improvement at the Tri County Golf Ranch in Cincinnati, OH. In celebration of June as Women’s Golf Month, the ranch is now accepting reservations for their Ladies Clinic on June 4th from 12:30 p.m. to 2 p.m., which boasts wine, hor d’ouevres, and unparalleled golf practice.

Have you ever been so happy that there weren’t words to describe how elated you felt? I’ve only felt that way twice in my lifetime, but it’s the one feeling I will never forget no matter how rare it is. The first time, it was the finals against my travel teams’ rival, Muncie, who we had previously lost to early in the season. Our team was a close match up in skill level, and the games could go either way based on performance that day. It was 25-24 and my turn to get my serve in and give my team the chance to finally beat our rivals. I could feel the sweat falling from my forehead as my eyes were fixated on the seams of the ball. When it is a volleyball player's turn to serve, it is the one time all eyes are on you. I could feel everyone

Since the age of four, when I was barely old enough to swing a putter, I have loved the game of golf. My dad, passing his love of the game down to me, would take me out every Sunday to Woods Edge Golf Course in Edgewood; he taught me the ins and outs and the dos and don’ts of the sport. One of the earliest memories I have of these trips to Woods Edge is being a mere couple of inches from driving the cart into a pond while dad was teeing off; this would definitely be considered a don’t in the world of golf. I received my first set of clubs for Christmas when I was eight and a year later, a pass to Pin Oak. Boy was I thrilled. I began to golf by myself and learn my own lessons through my experiences on the course. But as I grew as a golfer on my own, my dad was still there tweaking my swing in the back yard and taking trips to Edgewood with me. My dad is a big reason why I have a passion for the game of golf.

Many people take up Golf thinking that it is easy, after all, how hard can it be to hit a little white ball with a stick? This thinking evaporates the first time they step onto a driving range and attempt to hit that little white ball. Golf is not easy by any stretch of the imagination. My experience with golf began in May of 2005 when friends came to stay with us; my wife informed me that I would have to take Roy, her friend’s husband Golfing. I had not been to a driving range (since I was in my teens) and I had never played golf on a course before. It was quite an experience; the weather was cold, rainy and nasty the three times we played while they where here, the game hooked me badly, even with the bad shots and the nasty weather.