Immediately after finishing the eighth hole on the third day of tryouts, I checked my score and ecstatically yelled, “If I bogey the ninth hole, I’ll golf a 50!”
A fellow golfer in my group replied, “Hah, 50?! And you’re HAPPY about that? Dude, I shoot 44, so you can’t compare to me!” My eye instantly twitched with fierce anger, and frustration and hatred rushed through my body. It was quite an idiotic comment that wasn’t as offensive as others I’d heard, but something about it made me retort, “It’s the same way you would feel if you miraculously received a C+ on a test.”
He didn’t bother me again. I could tell my comment saddened him; because of this, I felt absolutely terrible. Like a lightbulb appearing over my head, a striking realization then came to me. The classmates I tried to make myself look superior to academically were exactly like me in that situation, except they generously didn’t fight back. Ever since that incident, I’ve attempted to not boast about my academics or anything at