Tee Box Reflection

The day had come, my very first state event which happened to be the 2013 State “A” Girls Golf Tournament. As a single competitor coming from the small town of Lennox, I had come out of regions placing 19th in which the top twenty-five make the cut. As a seventh grader, the feelings of competing at an event like this was overwhelming, and, overall, I had no idea what I would be getting myself into. As I approached my 10:50 a.m. tee time on the cold, dreary, and windy day in Milbank, South Dakota the feeling of nervousness flowed through me like the speed of light. New to this, I was worried if I would be good enough. I did not want to disappoint anyone or myself by not meeting the expectation. “What did I sign up for?? and “I do not want to be here!” were thoughts that rolled through my mind as I stepped up to the first tee box. The three other girls in my group and I glanced at each other with compassion as we all had corresponding feelings about competing that day. The girls in my group consisted of two juniors and a freshman. They were all genuinely friendly and nice, yet I was still very intimidated because I was new to this and knew that they had more experience than I did. By the end of the first hole I had already learned a valuable lesson. That lesson was to always
The rain was coming down even faster and harder than yesterday and it was already miserable. I walked to my hole touching my bag which was drenched, hoping it would be a lucky day, but already figured out after the first shot it was bound to be another long one. It took a long forty-five minutes for the first one and a half holes, and all the sudden one of the best things happened. The sirens went off! We all marked our ball and headed to the clubhouse where we found out that we were done golfing and play was not going to resume. This was the best news that I had heard in the past two days, and I was ecstatic to be