April.
Time to think about finals.
Ugh.
Dad's class. |
In April, 1947, the veterinarian students at the Ontario
Veterinary College in Guelph, Ontario, were hitting the books in
preparation for their yearend torture exercise in futility final
exams.
But, for some of them, the usual angst and stress were
missing.
Due largely to a stick and a ball.
Yes. Dad has been telling stories again . . .
These young men had discovered golf.
Okay, I know that it isn’t always the most relaxing of
games.
In fact, I’ve seen golf clubs bent into pretzels by a
frustrated player.
But it was exactly what these young men needed.
On the morning of their first test, they reported to the
examination hall.
Spent a couple of hours cudgelling their brains.
And left drained.
One of them glanced at the golf course, which immediately
bordered the school.
“Hey!” he said.
Dad looked.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
If he was considering throwing himself on his bed and waving
bye-bye to consciousness for a couple of hours, then yes. If he was thinking .
. .
“Let’s go take in a game of golf!”
Then, no.
“Seriously. Playing nine holes would relax us for a couple
of hours and we’ll be fresher to get back to our studies!”
Dad frowned. Maybe it was sign of how fried his brain was - it
almost made sense. But he was too tired. He opened his mouth to tell them he
was heading back to the dorm. What came out was, “Okay.”
Yep. Tired.
They actually had a great time.
And his friend had been right. They were more prepared to
tackle the books afterward.
And the next day.
And the next.
For the entire nine days of final exams.
I wish I could tell you that there was an unforeseen benefit
to all of the golfing. Maybe that one or more of them discovered an affinity to
the game. Or even went on to become a star in golf heaven.
I’d be wrong.
Mostly they spent their time trying to get their score under
100.
And that was counting only the strokes that connected
. . .
So many skills and talents are discovered at college.
Most of them fun.
Not all of them bankable.
There is always a value to discovering a method of relaxation.
ReplyDeleteWho knows when it may come in handy! :)
DeleteWe had never golfed until moving here to SC but I have to admit it is pretty fun. One day I'll get off the putt putt course and join hubby in a real game lol!
ReplyDeleteYeah. The putt-putt course is pretty much my speed as well!
DeleteI discovered a skill in college--I could out-drink most of the frat guys around the beer keg….okay, not something I should be very proud of, I know…. :)
ReplyDeleteI keep wondering what you could use that skill for now. Hmmm . . .
DeleteA cute story as always. I do think play after a test is good.
ReplyDeleteHugs!
Exactly! Whatever you can do to unwind. I play solitaire . . .
Delete"Colf" - hah! I'm used to you writing about cows and sometimes calves, so I thought this might be about a cow/calf ... or something like that ... Boy, was I wrong! A great story about college golf, and I agree with Delores, learning a way to relax is worth quite a bit to the person learning it :)
ReplyDeleteI just read the label.
DeleteD'oh.
*smacks forehead*
Jenny, you make my day! :)
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