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Refertothefollowingguidelineswhencompletingallactivities.
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6. Write a summary sentence for each category and put them in order:
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Directions:FollowingtheguidelinesinLesson3,writeasetofrules.Makesuretheyareclearandeasy
tofollow.Youmaywanttoselectanupcomingtournamentwherearulessheetisrequired,orrulesthat
havebeenwrittenforasummerjuniorprogram,orrulessetupforateachingclinic.Besuretoincludea
finaldraftinyourWorkExperienceKitthatwouldbesuitableforpostingordistributingtoyour
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Part2:Forms
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notlimitedto,thefollowing:entryformsforatournamentorevent,receiptsforgolflessons,employee
schedulerequestforms,specialorderformsformerchandise,orgolfclubrentalforms.
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The finale day of the tournament, April 23, 2000 would probably come and go without much
fanfare. Jim was greeted by the sun peeping through the shades in his inexpensive hotel room
at the crack of dawn.
It seemed to be like any other day when he had gone to the Course early, preparing himself
mentally in the car on the way to the club. A pit stop at the local fast food restaurante did not
interupt his focus on the days agenda. He stuffed the muffin into his mouth and drained ths
soda quick.
Jim glanced at the morning skyline as he meandered though the streets of this lazy little town,
bar5ely noticing the dogwood and azaleas doting the medians with pinks and reds. Since he
was five-years-old, he had aspirations of being a pro golfer so had his dad. But his dad had
given up many years before this day. Lack of talent? No funds? Whatever. Before he left Jims
father had lived vicariously through the talents and desires of Jim his number one son.
Try to eliminate the clutter, Jim talked to himself. Focus on the take away, low and slow, he
repeated, remembering what his various teachers had sid. He pulled into the members
parking lot. Unaware of the faded car behind him. His eyes darted from the sparkling
clubhouse to the most efficient bag boy wating for him to open the trunk. Spencer or skip as he
was better known around town, whisked the bag onto the cart. The tagged bag would meet
him on the range. I can win this one, the lanky, red haired professional thought to himself.
Sure, I can. He saw a few guys on the range in the same boat he was in. They had yet to win
or even finish near the top just like Jim.
Ten holes later, it began to drizzle, the wind picked up, bending the moss clad trees, sniffing
the dogwood blossoms. Virtually no one was following Jims foursome; never mind that he was
four under for the day. A few strangers occasionally would stop to watch him hole a putt. As he
passed the leader board, he was shocked to see his name near the top. The wind and rain
must be taking its tole on the field, Jim thought to hisself, his pulse picking up the pace now. I
can win this thing! I can win.
And, sure enough, an hour later, Jim did. He thought no one that mattered was there to see it,
but he didnt care. He knew now, he could succeed. All the years of hard work, dedication,
family problems, financial problems, etc. had paid off. Jim carefully signed his card bursting
with pride. He got up to talk tot he diligent reporter, patiently waiting for him, and glanced
sideways. There stood his dad; after nine long years, he came back. Confused, but happy, Jim
breathed deeply. The timming was perfect.
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