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My goal by vibhav reddy. danville high school illinois
I had wanted to
become a solid tennis player for much of my life. I strove toward a
goal that involves hard work, dedication, and time. Ever since I was
ten and first wrapped my hands around the grip of my Spiderman
racquet, I worked toward finding and accomplishing this goal. At the
start of my freshmen year at Danville High, I finally molded this
goal into winning a Big Twelve Conference title.
My chance to accomplish this goal came one year later. I found myself playing in the conference tournament at number six singles. I would have to win four long, strenuous matches against conference opponents, and I would have to do this all in one day. I had come to Champaign with the rest of the tennis team, but, upon arrival, we had to go to different areas, depending on our ranking on the team. I had played three matches during the first half of the day, all resulting in wins. None of the matches were too exhausting, so I was ready for the last match. After taking a short rest from my match against a crafty player, my chance at winning a conference title finally arrived. As I walked on to the court, I looked across the net at my opponent, my enemy and my last obstacle. I went to the nearest bench and hastily put my bag down and picked up my racquet. |
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I was eager to start the warm-ups. I quickly took the first bright yellow, fluorescent ball and struck it with my tennis racquet. All I could think about was how much of a disappointment it would be if I lost this match. My thinking was interrupted abruptly by the voice of my opponent “Ready?” I answered back, “Yes” even though I knew I was far from ready; nevertheless, we both walked up to the net to decide who would serve first. I won the toss and chose to serve first. I walked over to the nearby bench and wiped my sweat off, which was partially from heat but more from nerves. I then walked to the service line. As I walked, I noticed, beyond the tennis court my team members; they had finished their matches earlier that day, leaving my match the only one to watch. The nervousness in my body only increased from this point. Although I knew I had to concentrate on each point, I could not ignore the fact that this match was my chance at winning a conference title. The first game of the first set was a close one. I lost the game and my confidence, and my heart started pounding like an African tribal drum. I started to clonk balls into the bottom of the net and to trip over imaginary bumps on the court. After only thirty minutes, I had lost the set. |
The pressure was now growing. I had to win the next two sets of the match, or my chance at a conference title would be over. My tennis team was there cheering me on and giving me words of encouragement. They had more confidence in my tennis game than I did.
As I started the first game of the second set, I still did not believe that I could win this match even after my teammates’ encouragement. By chance, in the middle of the second game, I remembered watching a match of Pete Sampras, who, though sick with the flu and throwing up between games, knew he could still win the match. I realized that, if Sampras could have that much confidence, I could as well.
As the set went on, my racquet started to meet the ball with a more crisp shot, just as it did earlier that day. As the set progressed, I became more confident. In not even forty-five minutes, I had clinched the second set and was moving into the third with momentum.
The third set went by just as the second had. I was in my zone, and I was hitting clean and crisp shots, making my opponent run all over the court. By the time I noticed, I was about to go for match point. My opponent served. I went at the slow- paced ball as if I were a lion and the ball was my prey, with power and confidence. Once I attacked, I knew the match was over. A feeling of accomplishment took over me as I dropped to my knees. The match was over and I had accomplished the goal that I had put so much effort into. All of the practices under the scorching sun, all of the grueling tennis injuries and all of the hard work paid off. It was all worth it after winning the conference title, winning my conference title.
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