Write Down The Number Five Analysis

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

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

Once, a very long time ago, Vincent Van Gogh was said to have drunk yellow paint, hoping to gain happiness. Three years ago, I joined my school’s golf team for the same reason. I found myself isolated at school, realizing that I was pushing school work over my social life during my sophomore year. It was when I desperately struggled to surround myself with positivity that I found myself at the Santa Teresa Golf Course. The first few practices at a sport I had never touched was more upsetting than enjoyable. Unexpectedly, golf requires a mentality where the confidence to overcome obstacles is essential to successive progression in the sport. Being compared to my older sister at home, and then struggling to fit in at school, made self-doubt a

I was walking towards the seventeenth hole of the Deep Cliff golf course, listening the rattle of the clubs on my back. My mouth dry of thirst from the pack of trail mix I had ate. I looked down at my scorecard and realized that I did not do as fortunate as I thought. My feet were aching and my arms were sore. I arrived at the seventeenth tee box after what felt like ages. I scanned the sign next to a decrepit bench. It read that the flag was one hundred seventy yards away. I dug deep into my pocket and pulled out a three inch tee and a golf ball. I teed up the ball, eyeing the flag in the distance. Little did I know, that the proudest moment of my life was waiting for me one hundred seventy yards away.

Thankfully, an older man who was warming up before his game saw me struggling. He came up to me and asked me if I wanted a few pointers. Slightly shocked, I accepted his offer. Over from the man’s golf cart, his partner yelled at him to hurry up and stop wasting time. However, the man signaled his partner to wait. He said to me, “Well first, your feet aren’t quite lined up with the ball.” I adjusted my feet to his liking. “Next, keep your left arm straight all the way throughout your swing. Lastly, just keep your eye on the ball. You’re looking up, and you aren’t hitting the ball in the right spot.” I lined up my feet, took my arms back, focused my eyes on the ball, and “POCK!” I looked up to see my ball soaring through the air and almost hitting the fence 100 yards away! I looked over at the kind gentleman, smiling. He smiled and raised his eyebrows. “Let’s see if you can do that again.” I did exactly what he told me to do, and sure enough, the ball soared. We practiced for

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.

When I moved back to Colombia after one year in the states, I knew two things: 1) I wanted to see more of the world and 2) golf was more than just a game; to me, it could be a way of life. So, I got serious. I began preparing myself for tournament play. I golfed every single day. I had gotten a late start, so I had a lot of work to do to catch up to my peers. I either practiced for two hours or played for four. In time, I’ve learned to see golf as a metaphor for how life works. You're always trying to “score” the best you possibly can.

I had never thought of golf being a sport that I would want to make a high school career out of, but it dawned on me that if I try my hardest and put in the time I could possibly succeed at this sport. That summer I put the time, effort, and work in to get good. I’m going to be honest, I would not have any success at the start. I would chunk it while trying to take divots like the pros, or I would top it and it would roll down the fairway. I couldn’t figure it out. Once again I wanted to quit; I wanted to give up. But a very unlikely person would not let me.

Having never played golf, my first practice was what seemed to be a trial by fire. I was dropped off at the course with my dad’s worn retro golf clubs, tennis shoes, a tucked in polo shirt, and a nothing-to-lose mentality. The veteran players herded us to the driving range to

To start, I was introduced to the game of golf at the age of eight by my dad. My dad taught me how to play, and showed me how enjoyable it was. Golfing is a way for me to relieve any stress I may have and makes me feel relaxed. I decided I wanted to try it out and see if it was something, I was interested in. Soon after I decided I wanted to try it out, my

Former President Calvin Coolidge once said that perseverance and determination were the most valuable qualities any person could possess. This became evident to myself during my first season on the BCHS Golf team, the first season I had ever taken part in, and on the first day it was clear to me that I was very much a beginner. Although I had been to the driving range a handful of times in preparation for the first day of practice I had not prepared myself adequately. Still I continued to practice, but it seemed to no avail, my swing and stance appeared to only becoming worse. One day after practice I requested upon my coach that I receive lessons from the course pro so that I may hone my skills, to which he agreed. Sadly, after a myriad of

Cambridge Golf Course is a place I call my home. The eighteen-hole public golf course is in Evansville, Indiana about thirty minutes south from my hometown of Owensville, Indiana. Being a fairly long and open course with tall grasses that line each hole, it is one of the hardest courses in Southern Indiana. The course is intertwined with a subdivision filled with grand houses, and the stone covered Clubhouse with a large clock sits at the end of the street. There is a back patio where my high school team gathered after matches to turn in their scores and talk about their round. This place is not only where I met some of my closest friends, but also where I have spent countless hours devoted to improving my golf game, as well

Honesty plays a vital role in my personal code of ethics requiring integrity, especially in dealing with those near and dear to me. Integrity plays a vital role in my ability to hold myself accountable for any decisions or actions I make.

When I was nine years old I was first introduced to a new aspect of my life by two beloved family members, my great aunt and uncle. They showed me their passion in life, the game of golf. My Aunt and Uncle have been playing the sport for over 30 years now together, and have learned to love, and learned to be experts at the game. In showing me this passion at their home course, Legend Lake Country Club, I too began to develop a love for the game. It didn’t take long for golf to take over my life. I became obsessed, spending nearly all of my spare time with a club in my hand.

Anyone who has mastered the game has my utmost respect; I was anxious, nervous and frightened to meet these professional golfers the first day. Since my expectation of it taking years to master the game, the fact these players were under the age of thirty surprised me. This foursome of golfers wished to become acquainted with an average fourteen old year boy and asked me numerous questions. The personality of these golfers provided the conversation with ease and a relaxed atmosphere throughout the day as we talked. But, when it was time to golf they morphed into a different person; laser focused, controlled emotions and with a mysterious ability to block everything out.