Name: Bhoom Class #:1209

Unit 3: Project Intentions

Directions: ​Submit this document along with your Unit 3 memoir. Responses should be complete,
detailed, and clearly explain the intentions and purpose of your memoir.

1. Define the subject and theme of your memoir.

The subject and theme of my memoir are about golfing experience that I have faced
during the summer in 2018. I will explain about the accomplishment of golf during that time

2. Define the tone of your memoir.

I want to express a tone of painful and exultation by the way that I was rejected the
university golf coach with, but in the end, I was very happy to get a university in USA.

3. Describe the plot in a few sentences.

It was the day that I chose my university. It’s the last round of my final tournament in
USA. Many coaches came to watch me. I have designed my decision which university I was
going to attend. I was very excited after I have commit to Marquette University which I couldn’t
sleep for two days. It was the most excitement trip in my life.

4. Which goal(s) are you hoping to achieve when creating this memoir?

I want to celebrate the great achievement that I have done in the past in the USA and I
would like to share my story to everyone.

5. For Written Memoirs​: A memoir is a portion of your life that is crafted into a story. Explain
which storytelling techniques (characterization, symbolism, climax/resolution, sensory
details, etc.) you will use to communicate a central message or theme.

My central theme is a happiness after a rough time which I was facing bad experience
before I was successful with my golf career. I want to share my story to everyone and it might be
able to teach someone to know that there is alway someone who is facing more difficulty. By
using characterization of myself in the story, it will demonstrate how all of my emotion at that
time be like and the detail of the story will tell you how do I deal with each situation in the scene.
 Bhitchayoot Sima-aree

1209

Ms. Laurin Werner

February 27, 2019

Word counts: 2483

The Longest Day of My Life

It would be my very busy morning. Tossed and turned all night. I woke up at 5.45

just like every other morning for the last 10 years. I have poured in hours of practicing

swings, puttings, and close to thousand rounds of golf. I like playing golf because I like the

contact’s sound when the driver hits the golf ball. It was the most sweet-sounding that I have

ever heard. I was always enthusiastic when I did well. Of course, winning is always my goal.

Unfortunately, I had a low spirit on playing golf when I was 15 years old. My dad had been

my coach since the beginning. He helped and taught me everything that I supposed to be the

best golfer. My dad has temper especially when I didn’t do well in the round of competition.

He expected me to play good round of golf; sometime it made me unhappy in competition.

By contrast, my mom was always a lifesaver when I played bad. She helped me talking to my

dad to calm his temper. It helped me to be able to relieve my dad’s pressure on me. All in all

they wanted me to fulfill my dreams.

As far as I can remember, golf has been my goal in the future. I knew early on that I

have a thing with balls. Any kinds of a ball you named it. This morning wasn’t the same as

usual because I was sweating and frightened that I would not be able to get a full-ride

scholarship for my undergraduate in the U.S. I tried to wake up my parents to talk with me

about my anxiety.
 My mom woke up. She too was surprised that I was up so early. She asked me what’s

going on and said, “Don’t worry son, you will do well today. Just try your best.”.

Understood with my situation, my dad said, “Son, don’t worry. Your mom and I will

not say anything about your round of golf today. You have done great this summer. Just try

your best!”. My parents have dedicated their lives for my golf. They have discussed with me

about my future in golf. To fulfill my dreams, I would have to practice hard, make every

effort count.

After talking to my parents, my calm nerves took over, and I went back to sleep. I

woke up again at 6.45 am with more confidence. I told myself that whatever happened to me,

I would be happy in the end. After I took a bath, I went to have breakfast. I was not hungry

and could not eat anything. I ate only cereal and two bananas. I felt like a butterfly in my

stomach. I was very panic and didn’t know what to do. I was thinking about how I could cope

with this situation. I started to walk around the hotel by controlling my breathing. It helped to

calm me down, and I began to relax.

After I arrived at the Torrey Pine Golf course, it was a very busy morning. The crispy

chill air made the tips of my fingers felt numb. The familiar smell of grass and early morning

dew gently crept in my nose. “Things will be different after today.”, I told myself. I wore my

sweater and felt the warmness of the silk in the sweater. It made me feel warm like the

cuddling of couples. I went to the registration to collect free driving range balls. I met one of

my friends who was a Thai representative players like me. His name is Run.

Run said, “Hi Bhoom, How are you doing today? .You looked tired. Are you okay?”

I replied, “Hi Run, I’m great, and I was exhausted because I was too excited and

anxious.”
 “You will be fine, bro. You need to relax and be one with nature.”

“Okay.”

After the conversation, I walked straight to the driving range with full of people. I saw

lots of smile from many people from other nationality greeted each other. It made me feel

that golf can build a relationship even though people speak different languages. There was a

cool breeze on the range which made my hand senseless. Suddenly, while I was warming my

body with many stretching forms, my dad came to talk to me and hug me.

“I love you so much. You have done lots of things for your future. You deserve to be

here. Be happy and enjoy your day, my son”, my dad said

It was the most meaningful conversation I’ve ever had with my dad. He always yelled

at me when I made lots of mistakes on the golf courses. I was delighted and relaxed which

helped me to focus and do my best without worry. I started with my short iron, and my

practice session was going pretty well until I began to practice my long iron.

“Krankkkkkk,” sound after I hit one of the balls.

“I hit a shank (​When the golfer hits the golf ball on a toe of clubface which the result

of hitting a shank, the ball will go deadly right.​),” I said out loud.

“What’s wrong son? ”, my dad asked me.

“I hit a shank because my shoulder was too tight at the top of my backswing.”

“I think it was because you use too much hand action and your body didn’t turn

during the downswing ” Again my dad talked to me without any criticism. I felt really good.

I realized my swing’s fault on that shot after my dad said about my hand action. I

thought that without my dad, I would not have had today. Every little tip from my dad always

reassured me. I listened to him and focused more on my body rotation which my swing
started to come back. I regained the good feeling after hitting each ball. There it was the

sweet sound of the ball hitting the club.

I had 15 minutes before I started my round, I went to the toilet and found someplace

to be with myself. I was focusing my breathing and imagined how I wanted my round to be. I

imagined myself holding the trophy and signing the contract with a university. Everyone

celebrated by pouring water over my head as if I could smell the honey from the trophy. I

gave it a kiss. Before starting every round of golf, I always hug my mother. It has always

been like a lucky hug for me. Not that I was superstitious, a hug from a mother has never

been wrong.

“This is the 8.45 am. tee time. First on the tee from Thailand, Bhoom Sima-aree”, the

reporter announced.

I walked up to the tee with full of my confidence and ready to play a good round of

golf. The wind started to pick up. I could feel the breeze grazing my face. I needed to wait for

five minutes until the wind was weakened. Ping!, there it was my sweet sound. My ball ended

up on the fairway which was a good start for me. If I could focus on the golf game until I

finished my round, I would be able to shoot a low score.

The best part on that day happened on hole 6. It was the assembly point of the

coaches. Warming up by the sun and plenty of walks, squinting my eyes, I could see around

twenty golf coaches watching from this hole. I told myself to calm down and concentrate on

this shot to grab the golf coaches’ attention. I dropped my golf bag besides the tee box and

confidently pulled out my driver. I walked up to the tee box with a big smile on my face.

“Baammm,” sound of my driver.

 I seized every coaches’ attention. I hit a perfect drive with carrying over 300 yards on

the fairway. To my delight, eight of twenty of golf coaches started to follow me from that

driving. Still little breeze toward my direction, I had 190 yards left from the pin which I hit

six iron to the middle of the green. I had around 20-30 feet left to the hole. Though not to

glimpse who were watching me, I was still too excited. I tried to calm down by closing my

eyes and control my breathing. My heartbeat was like Cherokee drum. Tat Tat Tat …! I

closed my eyes and controlled my breathing. Calming sense came back. My heart started to

beat like usual. The ball rolled smoothly toward the hole, but it slightly bent toward the left

end of the hole. It slipped out of the hole, but I could make birdie.

My swing coach came to watch me which I was very happy and even made me more relaxed.

“Hi Coach, how are you?”, I greeted him.

“I’m doing pretty good, and you?”, He replied

“I just missed my eagle putt, but I still get a birdie.”

“Great. Keep on what you are doing!”

After I had a conversation with my golf coach, Oregon State University coach came

to greet my swing coach and convinced my swing coach to tell me to join the team.

Everything was going pretty well until I reached the last hole of the day. It was a Par 5

(​a hole that golfers are expected to hit five strokes in the holes.​) with a narrow fairway and a

pond in front of the green. This hole was down the wind which was a great opportunity for

me to attack the green within two shot. When I stepped on the tee, my body was shaking

because it was the last hole and I wanted to finish strong which I pressed myself too much. I

needed to walk off the tee and tried to bring my focus back.

“Bhoom, come on, you can do this,” I said to myself.

 “Try your best. It’s the last chance for you to play here.”

“Give everything you got. Don’t panic.”

I realized that everything started to work as usual. My body stopped shaking, and my

heartbeat came back to normal. I hit my tee shot perfectly. But the wind unpredictably

changed the direction which took my ball landing on the fairway bunker. I needed to change

my plan from offensive to conservative plan which playing three shot on the green. I hit a

lay-up shot (​a tactical play used to avoid trouble​) to leave myself 120 yards to the pin. I hit

my third shot into the water because I chose the wrong club. After my ball landed on the

green, it spun back off the green and rolled into the pond in front of the green. I was shocked

and frightened to hit the ball. Darkness and hopelessness started to swallow me. I finished the

hole with a double bogey. I was sorrow after the round, but on the other hand, my parents

were happy and smiling at me. They were smiling like on their wedding day.

“Dad and Mom, why are you smiling?”, I asked

“Because you are our son and you have done pretty good all day. The mistake that

you made on the last hole isn’t going to make us feel mad at you. Everyone can make a

mistake even professional golfers. Be happy. You did a great job today”, my parents replied.

My mood was turning upside down. From drowning into the darkness and deepest

hole in the universe, my parents’ hand caught me and pulled me up from drowning. After my

feeling recovered back from depression, I had a meeting with Houston Baptist University.

Houston Baptist coach made a joke about my shoe that it looked like a leather shoe with

spikes on top of it. He would give me about 50-60% scholarship which I declined him nicely

because it was not enough to cover my education and expenses. The school’s fee was still too

expensive for me even though it would take care of the scholarship. I told the coach that my
parents already spent most of their savings to pay for my International school's fee in

Thailand for five years. It was a huge amount of money, and it was not enough for my

expenses during university. He understood and accepted my decision.

I was panic in choosing university between Oregon State University and Marquette

University. They were competing in getting me in their team. I liked both of the university,

but I had a question to decide which university would be the one that I chose. I called the

Oregon State University coach.

“Hello Coach!, How are you doing?”, I said

“Hello Bhoom, I’m doing pretty good, and I saw your result today. How did you

feel?”, coach replied

“I felt pretty good even though I made a mistake on the last hole, but overall is great!

I enjoyed my round today. I want to ask you something.”

“Good Good, well sure!”

“What was the meaning of being part of your team member?”

“Wow!! I didn’t expect that from 18 years old boy’s question. I think being a team

member is playing on what you can to finish in what you want.”

“I see. I need to say that I couldn’t decide which university I am going to choose, but I

will consider you are on my short list.”

“Thank you for hearing that”

“I need to go now because I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. I will tell you

when I can make a decision. Bye Coach!”

“Okay, Bhoom! Have a nice day.”

 After I hung up Oregon State coach, I called Marquette University coach to talk about

the question and the scholarship that I would get. I called the Marquette coach.

“Hello, Coach! How are you?”, I said

“I’m fine!! and you?”

“I’m great!! I would like to ask you something.”

“What was the meaning of being part of your team member?”

“ I don’t treat my team member as a team player, but I teach them and take care of

them like my son.”

“Okay Coach! I have decided to join your team. I would like to verbal commit with

Marquette University.”

“Great! Nice to have you in our family. Go Golden Eagle!!”

At the end of the day, I made a deal with Marquette with Full scholarship and a team

trip to Scotland. I was very happy and couldn’t control my mind. I was numb for the rest of

the days. I was overjoyed. It felt like everything fulfilled my body and my heart. I was in my

private time which no one could talk to me or ask me any favor because my mind shut down

itself. At night, I couldn’t sleep until I was realized again 10.00 am. the next morning which I

had never been in this situation before.