I will never forget the time I tried out for the high school tennis team. It was spring of freshman year when I decided to pursue tennis. I attended a few tennis camps in the past and didn’t have much experience in the sport. I desired to be a part of a school team and tennis seemed to interest me. To strengthen my skills in the sport, I started to take lessons from a professional tennis instructor named Don Henson. I trained and played tennis every week at my local tennis courts. The sport was fun and I found myself becoming more skilled as time progressed.
Sophomore year came around and I was more involved in tennis than ever. I was committed to the sport and I played with the intent of becoming better. As tennis tryouts approached, I doubled the amount of lessons I took each week. I practiced as much as possible and played as many matches as I could. In the days leading up to tryouts, I felt I was prepared. My tennis instructor told me that I could make the JV team and I was encouraged by those around me that I would succeed.
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As I stepped onto the court, I was confident that I would win. I played as hard as I could, but the competition was fierce. I lost 75% of the games I played. Knowing it was the first day of tryouts, I kept my hopes up. There were still 4 days left of tryouts and I knew I could improve. The next day, I didn’t do any better as I only won 25% of the games I played. As the week progressed, I played against multiple students, but my score did not improve. The final day of tryouts then arrived. This was perhaps the last chance I had to improve my chances of making the team. I told myself that I would not go down without a fight. As the sweat dripped down my face, I gave it my all. To my disappointment, I still lost most of the games I played. Based on my performance, I left tryouts knowing I probably didn’t make the