Storm Water Management Personal Statement

In order to establish exigence, Hogan relays his personal experiences about his times playing tennis to the reader. The author makes it clear that, in the words of the colonel, “Tennis is the one game that, once you learn it, you will be able to play for the rest of your life.” As a result, Hogan reveals how he played it every year of his life since he was first introduced to the game (Hogan,106). In his narrative, the author tells the reader that, with the help of the Colonel, tennis helped him find focus and a way to relax. Because he was not the best at the sport, the author was able to learn to be happy not by being the number one player on the tennis courts, but instead finding joy in the magnitude of his skill. Hogan tells the reader that even though the sport has changed since he first started playing, from a rich man's sport to a competitive

Clenching my latest Headshot in one hand and resume in the other, I made my way up to the audition table. I had never done this before, but I made sure nobody else could see that. The people at the table rushed around frantically

The other band finished their song. The audience clapped, and hooted, and called out embarrassing pet names for their kids. We walked on stage and sat in our designated seats. The stage lights beating down on us were hot and I needed to squint to see. The audience was a collection of tiny dark specks I was looking out at past Brown’s wide yellow clad torso. Zoe had pulled the music stand in front of us into position, flipping through the pages in the folder and finding the song and the solo page. She handed the latter to me. I grabbed it hard, crinkling the side. And Brown began counting the tempo. Brendan stood and went over to the music stand. I would follow after twenty measures. We lifted our instruments into playing position, and I bit down hard into my mouthpiece. Brown was snapping his fingers softly and began to mouth the tempo. I let my foot fall into the rhythm of the

In the seventh grade I joined the Ector Junior High tennis team. I was not expecting fall so deeply in love with the sport itself though. Tennis has turned into that one thing that I look forward to doing every day. It relieves me when I’m stressed, it helps calm my anger, and when I have a lot of energy or need to wake up, then the tennis courts are my place to go. Tennis is the place I can go and feel like myself and be myself. Yes, I may get called gay, girl, loser, and other things for playing

In June when I heard the announcement over the school’s P.A. that tennis tryouts were approaching, I felt both excitement and anxiety. Would I be ready to compete against girls who had been perfecting their sport for years? I had a few weeks remaining to sharpen my skills and to beg my brother to be my opponent. He acquiesced and we practiced for hours at a time. I was always mindful that at any moment my knee could be injured

The United States Tennis Association(USTA) was founded in 1881, but the Women’s Tennis Association was only started in 1973. Tennis is one of the main sports that has different playing rules with men and women, men play best of five sets and women play best of three sets, meaning that the first person to win six games with at least a difference of two will win that set. A match consists of the person who wins the most games out of five for men and three for women. Women were said to be weaker, by men, because at the first Wimbledon tournament a woman wearing the extremely hot uniforms, that consisted of long multi-layered skirts, long sleeved blouses and corsets, passed out during a match. Recently there has been talk about making the the women’s matches 5 sets instead of three as long as people are talking about and want it, it can always happen. The oldest wimbledon match played was only available for males to compete. Although it didn’t take long for women to join in and that was in 1884. During this time a lot of people saw men as being the stronger sex and more capable, but it only took about six years to add females into the tennis community. While the game has come very far with equality, it’s still not perfect. In 2014 a Forbes article discusses the wage gap in professional tennis between male and female solely with prize money earnings. Recently women’s tennis has been broadcasted on television just as much as men’s

My heart leaps as it is obvious my opponent cannot reach it in time, but then it drops to the pit of my stomach as the ball sails past the baseline. I hear my teammates groan behind me, and I grudgingly walk up to the net and shake my contender’s hand. The final score was 6-0. I did not win a single game. Avoiding the eyes of my teammates and coach, I shove my racquet away along with my water bottle and clothes, and slouch my way back towards the bus. On the drive back to school, I sat alone. Staring out the window watching building upon building pass by, I felt empty inside. I thought that I had practiced enough. All those hours of drills, scrimmages, and runs I had completed seemed useless in that moment. As the bus pulled into the school’s parking lot, I quickly got my possessions ready and dashed off. The next day, I did not go to practice. Instead, I wallowed in my despair, pitying myself and shutting everyone out. The weekend came, and I finally decided to go out for a run to let off some steam. As my shoes pounded against the concrete, I found peace as the pent up anger and sadness slipped away. I pass by a tennis court, and catch a glimpse my friends practicing inside. Stopping to catch my breath, I watch as they worked nonstop on their form and positioning. All positive results need effort first. I walked in and joined them. From that day on, I

There is many lessons to learn in the game of tennis, some of which are small and others are big. I have learned plenty of lessons throughout my tennis life, and have much more to grasp and understand. Through all the lessons I have learned one sticks out to me. That lesson was that character matters. This to me is such a big part of the game of tennis. Without good character, whether it's you or your opponent, the game just becomes less fun. I started out playing tennis as a little seven year old girl not knowing how to even hold a racquet at Mcadams Tennis Park, but looking back at that time I remember always seeing smiles. One of my tennis coaches Alex Lee was so helpful he taught me how to first hit a ball, but other than tennis technic

With climate unsettling influences happening in each season, tending to stormwater administration concerns is imperative. Surely, US urban communities and town are taking after the directions that the government through the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) proclaimed and executed.

Most of the people think that playing tennis is just hitting the ball on the other side of the court and wiping the sweat after every point. But it is more than just a sport, it is an awesome fight between two people who want to win at all costs that match and maybe the tournament too. In this sport there are some player who can do incredible things and can win a Grand Slam trophy, but there are some superheros who can do much more, like winning sixteen Grand Slam and ten times the same one: it’s the case of Rafael Nadal.

I soon came to realize tennis was more than just a swing and hit. Swinging the netted racket relentlessly and smashing the ball left and right was not the goal of tennis. Learning how to control yourself and learning your own playing style was a step in advancing to a higher stage in performance. Adapting to different situations was key. An adaptation with a will to experiment swings and hits created a player, created a man. Was learning how to control myself first on my agenda, not at all, but overtime precision, control, and practice was focused on and adapted on the tennis court and high school

By treating my opponents with respect, I compete with hope that they will do the same. Samantha Stosur stated, “Tennis is all about mental toughness, and you have to keep your head in the game.” With this quote in mind, I understand I will never forget this experience. I am thankful to use this challenging time as a way to learn and prosper for the

The night began at seven thirty. Entering the music hall of the first time, there were many red velvet seats neatly set into rows sloping into the stage like an opera house, with white washed walls and a beautiful black piano shining in the center of the stage. A medium tall woman wearing a velvet navy blue dress walks out on stage and sits at the piano. With her back hunched over she begins playing. As her fingers intermediately move across the ivory and ebony keys, the melody is calm and paints the picture of a paint brush filled with paint gliding across a paper with elegance and homophonic texture. The music comes to a faded stop as the audience applauded.

Tennis, an engaging interest I have had since middle school, is not something in which I have always had a passion. Playing the sport was not a priority until I was infected with the mono virus in the summer of fifth grade, causing me to miss basketball and football tryouts. Basketball, by far, was my favorite sport up until then. However, due to the illness, I could not physically exert myself whatsoever. Most of my days consisted of television and becoming very much out of shape. Needless to say, I wasn’t able to try out for either team over the summer, depressed, I almost gave up on playing sports completely. Until spring came around, I engaged in countless hours of self-pity while watching my friends succeed in their sports. Tennis was something for which I’d never given consideration, as it just seemed a boring and monotonous sport for wealthy older men. I purchased a racquet and joined friends on the court one day, and we rallied for countless hours. Something felt natural, and I realized tennis was something I could develop a real interest in.

His fingers flowed across the piano keys like a ballerina, so elegant and graceful. His gaze was lowered to where his hands spun the melodic notes and I could make out the dark, black lashes on his eyes lined perfectly with one another. He appeared calm, serene, at peace. No frown marked his forehead, no desire tugged at his lips. He was simply sat at the back of the common room, slipped into his own world of beautiful music.