The Girls Tennis Team begins anew.
Waking up from the schlump of the summer holiday considerably earlier than the rest of the school is not everyone’s cup of tea. However, the Barstow Girls Tennis Team, who cheerioed their summer goodbye a thumping ten days before the start of school (on Monday, August 7 from 10:00 AM to 12:00 PM, to be precise) scuttle in earnest about the field with lofty dreams and merrities for the seasoning season to come.
Olivia Taffe ‘26, rather seasoned a player herself, was “kind of happy” to start the season early. She declared herself in “need of practice” and agreed that “it was nice to meet the new students early.”
Tennis is an interesting sport. Interesting is, by fiddles, a highly useful word, because it could mean anything from “euphemistically speaking, the most muted beige shade of thought-provoking (which is to say, dreadful),” to “as fascinating as the mellifluous echo of a broken heart.” Tennis, though, does not breathe of tragedy or of withering tulips, but community abounding with love.
Finnian Waymire ‘27 affirmed such a statement to be true, saying, “I thought [the tennis team] would be a great place to make new friends.” Similarly, Emilia Prier ‘27 announced that what she was excited about was “just being with a team.”
The Barstow tennis team is not sequestered in the confines of the Barstow campus. Due to the construction (or destruction, depending on how you look at it) of the Barstow tennis courts, the tennis team is, according to Andrea Lee ‘26, “going to the Blue Miller Country Club this week.”
The tennis teamers have not been lollygagging shirkers of responsibility. Rather, as Sanjana Akkulugari ‘26 remarked, “We’re all working very hard”.
The tennis team has an astonishingly crowded schedule ahead of them. With eighteen battles lined up, they are certain to be weary of physical exercise by the end of the season.
Some players are feeling somewhat glum at the absence of 2023 graduates, who made up the majority of last year’s team. Despite the apparent drawbacks of having at least half of the previous team not existing in the Barstow tennis paradigm, the team is well prepared with a fresh new batch of whippersnapperish freshmen.
The forthcoming season could end in a number of ways. The tennis season could end quietly, unobserved as tennis players float dreamily away, or it could end in an ultimate, catastrophic bang (dead kings, perchance, or misshapen boats). The ending most sane people hope for, though, is the dilapidated deary of Happily Ever After. Whether the Girls Tennis Team will Happily Ever After away, though, is up to the tennis of the team.
