<p>I was never into sports as a kid. I was the one who always got hit in the face with the basketball and couldn’t run a mile non-stop no matter at what pace. During my 8th grade summer, there was a tennis camp and it sounded like fun especially since it was free and a few of my friends were doing it. With a borrowed racket in hand, I stepped up to the baseline for the first time—I was nervous since I was afraid to embarrass myself. I took a swing at my first ball and completely missed. </p>
<p>Playing tennis was fun since I got to hit something and run around at the same time. I took some lessons here and there and finally managed to run a mile. I tried out for the school team freshman Spring and was cut even from JV. I cried for a few days and threw my tennis racket under my bed—determined it would stay there. Three days later, I pulled my racket out again, discarding what I had said earlier. That summer, I signed myself up for a 6 week tennis team. It took me 1.5 hrs to bus to a 1 hr practice and another 1.5 hrs to bus back. </p>
<p>When fall came around, I dragged my friend along with me and found a group of random high school beginners at a neighborhood tennis court. It felt good that these kids, who were beginners, poor, and first generation like me, thought I was good at something where we shared the same barriers.</p>
<p>I made my reluctant friend promise that she would play with me at least once a week or else I wouldn’t give her a ride home one night; I still have that video of her giving that promise on my phone. I made her play with me in the rain and in the dark when the lights were shut off for the winter. I made her play with me in the freezing cold. As I got better, more random strangers approached me at the park, and I played with them. Then I started approaching people. They ranged from middle school students to adult men. I texted and called them when my friend was “busy.” During spring break, I stayed out on the courts for 12 hours every day and would’ve slept there if my mom hadn’t made me go home. It paid off since I made it on the varsity high school team the next year when I only hoped I would make it on JV—the year where we would be the league champions.</p>
<p>Then the year after that, I placed sixth in singles in the league tournament and even made it to the districts tournament. I didn’t get far at districts, but I did get the most improved player award for my team that year which was enough for me. What started out as a hobby grew into something that became my life. My back, wrists, arms, and legs hurt from playing for hours non-stop even in unsuitable conditions. I couldn’t stop playing because I wanted it so badly. There was no way I would lose to myself and let myself down. I continued to play because my labor had paid off, and I started to believe in myself. I’ve never worked so hard for anything in my life—physically or mentally. I pushed myself to be good at something that I never thought I could achieve in such a short amount of time all because of my passion. Though I’m not the best tennis player at school, this is still my most valued accomplishment. </p>
<p>*** I’ve worked really hard and put a lot of time into tennis. It’s my senior year this year, and I’m feeling really burnt out. I’m totally out of tennis shape, and I have 2 months to train left but it would be intensively which would take a lot of time and money. I have a job right now that ranges from 10-20 hrs/week and another job that is 3 hrs/wk. I stopped volunteering at 2 organizations because I started working. I’m extremely exhausted and don’t want to play this year, but I can make myself play if I wanted to. I just don’t want to give it up since I’ve worked so hard. And it’s good discipline for me-- mentally, physically. Should I just suck it up? But at the same time, I’ve never liked playing for my ultra-competitive school team.</p>
<p>**** I’ve been on Varsity for 10th and 11th grade.</p>