FBTL Test Final

 

Welcome to the FBTL Testing Section.

How do we chart progress in anything? We test.

But unlike school, where we test for right or wrong answers, our testing at FBTL is strictly to measure.

It would be nice if Ancestry DNA or 23andMe could measure your stress reactivity, frustration tolerance, resiliency, work ethic, or all the traits that the healthiest and most successful tennis competitors possess. But our FBTL Test can and does.

That said, all of the traits being tested here are traits you already possess to some degree, yet tennis has made the mistake of leaving too much of its development to chance throughout the years.

Through my research, I have found that those proficient in these areas will have a competitive advantage over those deficient.

In school, we read, receive lectures, do homework, study, prepare, and then take a test to check our mastery of material.

In tennis, we first give you a series of tests through matches and tournaments, barely explain the questions, and then spend years trying to fix all your deficiencies.

Why do we have it all backward? We know the areas you need to be strong in. We also know your performance will be limited if you are weak in these areas. Yet, here we are, in 2025, doing it all backwards.

My FBTL testing section aims to change this dynamic.

Our methodology is quite simple… Test for one’s initial understanding of a topic. Engage the material on said subject over two weeks. Retests at the end of the course will measure one’s grasp of the material.

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