I look at my friends score. Birdie, Birdie, Par, etc. Total:37 after nine holes. Then I glance over at my score +4, triple bogey and even a +5. Total: 69 after nine holes. These were the numbers that I had when I first started golfing in the 10th grade. I would watch my teammates hitting about 300 yard drives and sinking every putt in one stroke while I would hit a pitching wedge about 60 yards and take about 4 putts. So, I knew that I wasn’t up to snuff at golf and wondered why was I put in the team if I did so badly. At that time I was pondering whether if I was a failure or not.
With everybody in the team surpassing me, I asked myself. Will I be as exceptional as them? Can I land a hole in one? Laughing at myself at the time I remembered how I couldn’t even construct a par or better throughout the entire 10th grade.…show more content… Inside my heart, I was controlling the anger within, but I learned to manage my anger in front of people. Some members of the team would laugh when I would miss the golf ball or top it, but I knew that I could demonstrate to them that they are wrong and show them that I could become a good golfer.
During the weekends of when we don’t have practice with the team, I would work on putting for an hour, chipping for 2 hours, and at the range hitting 3 buckets of golf balls. Occasionally my coach would come and assist me with my swing plane and prevent me from slicing and other mistakes that I needed to work on. My coach would also tell me stuff like as long as you work hard, you will be a great golfer someday and then you will be the one who has the lowest scores. In my mind, I knew that if I wasn’t sullen or frustrated at anything, or myself then I could accomplish my