Court 1

Imagine looking through a window at any environment that is particularly significant to you. Reflect on the scene, paying close attention to the relation between what you are seeing and why it is meaningful to you. Please limit your statement to 300 words.

There is a friendly but serious white bench on court 1 that critically watches me from the sidelines, yet still allows me to rest upon it. The net stands at attention unlike the other courts’ droopy ones, and the court itself is bright blue with crisp white lines that always try to grab at any ball hit by me. A panel of fence protrudes between court 1 and 2 to stop balls from rolling from court to court, and it’s definitely a safety hazard. But I don’t mind because I love court 1. I have stayed here with Hugh and hit hundreds of balls, waiting for him to say, “That’s the one I’m lookin’ for,” in his heavy Jamaican accent. I have run “suicides” while Coach Welsh blew his strident whistle, threatening that he would make us do them again if every sneaker did not touch the new white line on time. I beat Jared on this court and lost to Greg on it. I have yelled “C’mon!” after winning dramatic points so many times that when I am silent, the bench knows that something is awry and calls me over to sit.The court has become part of me, and its familiarity is what draws me to it. When I play on court 2, it’s just not the same, and everything feels so wrong. Court 1 has been there during the good and bad matches; it has absorbed my sweat, endured the whack of my racquet, and felt the power of my forehand winners. Here, I have been challenged more than I have ever been challenged by any class, essay, or assignment. I have been forced to move out of my comfort zone to hit the difficult shots and driven to hit several buckets of balls until my serve was perfect. Court 1 pushes me to be great.

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