Turning Point: Vedha Kakarla


As I prepared to swing the golf club, a million thoughts rushed through my head. How many people were watching me? Did they know how bad the last hole had gone? What were they thinking of me?

Heart racing and palms sweating, I swung the club. The shot was decent, but I didn’t care. I could feel the spectators’ eyes piercing through me. I bet they thought I sucked, I bet they were wondering why I was playing in the high school state championship.

Why did I care so much? I couldn’t explain it. Nobody knew who I was and I would never see these people again, yet walking off the course, I felt the most embarrassed I have ever felt.