Personal Narrative: My Last High School Golf Tournament

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The Final Chance I have always dreamed of my last high school golf tournament. The days of the state tournament would be nice and sunny with the perfect temperature. Everything would be perfect: my dad following me to every hole, my group always in a good mood, and I would be playing the best round of golf in my life. Everyone would be cheering me on as I am tied up with the top golfers in the state. That was how I wanted it all to go, but fate did not agree. My last golf tournament was not only stressful from the start, but it definitely was not going the way I wanted it to. The day of the tournament was cold and wet, as it had just rained all night. Even though I packed for even the worst weather, I was not prepared for this. I was upset because already this day was not how I dreamt it to be. But on the bus ride to the course I told myself that it was nothing but a minor set back in the grand scheme of things. So I calmed down and put a smile on my face as I gave my team a big pep talk; “We are going to do the best that we can today. No matter what happens, just stay …show more content…

I took risks that I normally would not take and payed the price for them. I grew frustrated and did not focus on the game at hand. Finally, Mr. Johs, our team coach, came to talk to me. He attempted to calm me down and make me laugh, but I was far too angry with myself to even listen to him. Eventually my anger subsided enough to let me have a few good shots. Just enough good shots to regain my hope in beating my best score. I was trying to stay focused, but it was to no prevail as the day went on. Saddened by the way my dream did not come true, I felt like giving up. The want to sit down and cry was overwhelming, but I finished out the tournament with a semi decent score. Although, after the tournament I went to sit on the bus to calm down from the stressful

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