Personal Narrative: Team Player

The place where I spend my days is enclosed from the rest of the public. A place, that leaves my forehead trickling down with sweat. Where the wire fences carry windscreens, at the height of seven feet. A height that should prevent balls from escaping the cage. On the ground, lays a foundation of smooth cement colored a soft shade of red with six green rectangles reaching the length of 75ft. The outline of white lines designate the center lines, ally lines and the base lines of the court. This is where I spend about ten to fifteen hours per week, running up and down the courts, swinging the racquet as fast I can, to return the tennis balls back to my teammates and opponents. As a school athlete, I have the responsibility of representing the school and my teammates. The tennis courts to me has become a symbol, of having fun and maintaining outstanding qualities to be a team player. Being a team player is more than showing up for practice and playing games. It is the …show more content…
All I had done before, was focus on my classes and help out others whenever I could. In high school, my plan was to focus on my classes and even challenge myself with AP courses. Sweet and simple. In reality, life is so quick to change and the high school path can be a rocky with twist and turns. Just as in my freshman year, I had planned to play softball, but quickly turned away when I was told that I could, “Break my arm playing.” I was dainty and scrawny then; four years of tennis later, I’m still dainty. Except now, I have a few muscles that tend to show off. To the truth, I have always been reckless, so I wasn’t willing to take that chance. In tennis, however, I have scraped my knee when, I so recklessly tripped off the bleachers. Not to mention, the several tennis balls that I have been hit by. Unorthodoxly, it is obstacles in tennis that have me hooked in. Such as the sizzling sun and the frosty clouds in the