Personal Narrative: Verona Girls Golf Team

I started to play golf when I was 7 years old first I have to learn the rule and protocol, this is my first class then I started to learn how to hit the ball, and change the golf posture.3 years later I join the match, it is my first match and I got a good score. And after this match I understand what is golf match and I have to use a mentality, just think if my score better than last time then I win. I like golf because I learn a lots in it, such as be a honest person and have patience.

Ever since I was a child, my parents have kept me involved in sports. Growing up I played many sports, but the one sport that stuck out to me was hockey. I have been playing hockey at a competitive level for the past 11 years and while playing hockey has given me the experience of being in a team environment, it has also taught me to work towards a common goal.

At the age of fifteen, the end of my freshman year in high school, I started golf. Being in a sport I had to keep up a high grade point average I worked very hard to maintain a 4.0 GPA on our 5.0 scales. Therefore, I continued to work hard to stay up in the ranks and also stay eligible, I was able to receive an invite to join the National Honors Society. I was excited that all my hard work was paying off not only for just being eligible to play golf, but to also be allowed to join a very elite and well-known Society. Golf motivated me and helped me have a positive look at my schoolwork, which also helped me receive my Golf Scholarship, to the Colorado

We learn to manage our emotions. The game of golf exposes us to experience the highs and the lows of the game. Ranging from birdies to triple bogeys, the twists and turns reward a young person 's ability to keep each stroke in perspective, helps us to manage emotions, maintain a positive outlook and focus on the nextgoal to keep going with the game . In today’s stressful life playing golf can help recharge the human mind and brain to think out of the box.

As a student, I have faced so many incoming obstacles in my life, that it is natural for myself. One of the bigger challenges that I have recently faced was almost getting cut by the Junior Varsity Tennis Team. This happened to me last year and I can remember it like it was yesterday. I am pretty sure I had other significant challenges that I have faced before, but this one tested my ability to work hard and keep myself motivated.

When my dad was eleven years old, he snuck out onto the golf course and taught himself to play. He caddied for the older players during the day. He really admired watching the better players play the game he loved. As he was telling me this story about his love for the game. I pictured the fresh drivers making contact with the white Titleist ball making it fly down the fareway. When I was growing up my dad loved to take me out. The best feeling is when he smiles during the game, it really shows how much we love the golf game. Before my Grandpa Tom passed away, my dad, grandpa, and I all went out golfing. I feel like that is the reason why I love Golf so much. Every April when the Master’s tournament rolls around all the family meets up and talks about the beautiful Augusta, Georgia. The fairways there are the most brightest beautiful green you could imagine. My dad and I are looking forward to going there someday. My personal favorite golfer is Rickie Fowler, he is to me the best golfer next to Phil Mickelson. Fowler is the cutest golfer, one day I would love to meet

I became apart of Marcus Golf my sophomore year after I switched over from soccer. With a smooth transition I was able to be successful very early on. I was nominated to be team captain my sophomore year when I was on JV, and when I got moved up to Varsity I continued to be a strong leader. With lots of hard work and dedication every day I was able to win an award for Most Fairways my junior year. I enjoy being a part of this program, and love being a leader on and off the

This was one of four or five pars I made that day at Mahoney. I realize that those pars were the result of the hard work and practice I went through the past weeks. After I had made the team, practices started right away. I looked forward to these practices every single day after school. I especially enjoyed playing a round of nine holes with my friend Zach and a new friend I had made named John. We all had fun regardless of whether or not we had a bad round, or if the weather was bad.

During my senior year, there was a new sport being introduce to my school. The ladies’ soccer coach, Mrs. Taft decided to start a cross country team. I knew this was nothing compared to my evening jogs at home, so I was not so sure if I was willing to try out for the team. I knew a majority of the soccer players would participate, and I knew I did not have as much potential as they did.

The anticipation running through me, My nerves building up in me as I get into my stance like I am about ride a horse. I pull my club back and pull forward with all my might. Clang! the ball takes off. It goes flying in the air and blop it hits the water right next to us. My heart shuddered to the bottom. That was the worst shot I have ever taken. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid I thought with anger. The kid behind me hit the ball right into the bottomless pit the sand trap. Steve walked over to check if the ball was playable. He comes back and tells us that where we are playing that ball . We hop back onto the golf cart and we head to Blake's ball

The past four years I’ve spent at Pascack hills High School has matured me in many ways. However sports is the one thing that helped me grow the most as a person

I looked to my left and saw backs straight, feet shoulder length apart, perfect L shaped backswings. I looked to my right and saw collared shirts, hats, visors, golf shoes,and golf skirts and golf shorts; however I did know one thing. I knew that my clubs were the best money could buy. I put in 100% of my effort into trying out because I figured I might as well try my very best because when else was I going to have such a good

I went out to the course every single day and it didn’t show any signs of getting better. My mom ends up calling Mike Pasqually. I’ve never golfed with him but he is the golf pro at noble hawk and Matt’s high school coach. I worked with him once a week and my golf game did end up improving slightly but still no cure. After spending a few days with me over the couple of weeks, he thought the same thing Matt did. “You need to improve your mental side of golf” He recommends a book called Golf is not a Game of Perfect. In fact, my mentor, Matt, said it dropped roughly 10 stokes off of his game and has read it several times. I figured that reading the book would only help because my golf game couldn’t possibly get

I began to take golf lessons in the 5th grade. At the time, I stereotyped all golfers as rich and lazy people with too much time on their hands, respecting them the least of all sportsmen. It was the cop-out sport that did not require much effort or physical ability, played by pretentious folk who wanted to appear sportsy without putting in the effort. Simply put, the game was unprofessional. Some of these convictions were based on my knowledge that it was one of the only sports in which players hit a stationary ball and walk, while some even had the audacity to smoke, drink, or drive golf carts during play. Furthermore, it is not a contact sport, and does not call for stellar reflexes such as jumping, dodging or catching. To add insult to

Graduation project so far has not been too terribly bad. I have realized that I need to manage my time better but I am able to get away with procrastinating because I only have one class at Laney, my other class is at Cape Fear twice a week. So far I have selected a topic, took notes from sources, created an outline, conducted an interview and typed my research paper.