Chelsea Wang '23 Recruiting Profile

I can’t remember when the feeling of smacking a ball against a metal rod finally started making sense. I didn’t “get it” in the beginning, but as I continued playing, golf became my constant. From dragging my feet to rushing to the course whenever I had time, I saw myself grow alongside my game. 

Early mornings and late afternoons at the golf course passed by in a blur of sharp pine. Day by day, I never saw improvement, and yet day after day, I always came back. Other people had their own expectations about my skills. It didn’t matter if they were right; they didn’t know anything about the untethered relief that came from lifting the padded straps of my heavy black golf bag onto my shoulders. They didn’t know the difference between being “in” something and being “a part” of something. I will be a part of my golf team. They will be a part of me.