Walking home late at night today, I saw a couple of people playing frisbee golf (aka frolf) by Kresge. My mind raced back to first year, when Paul and I sat on that picnic table on a random night until the paper boy came, talking about everything and nothing all at once, including the awesome frolf course we found on a random 3rd year’s public directory. We promised each other that we would play the 18 holes at least once before we graduate. Graduation seemed so impossibly far away then.
Today, two years after Graduation, I see a couple of kids throwing frisbees at trees in the dark, and all I can think about is that night before the ECE204 final when we were studying at Clemons Library with Philip, Clement, and some other folks. All Paul and I could talk about was the frolf course we randomly found 1st year. All Philip could talk about was the “Particle Man” lyrics I had written for him on his scratch paper. All anyone else could talk about was how crazy Paul and I were to want to play frisbee golf at 3 o’clock in the morning, and would we please shut up so that they can study and go to bed. I still regret not having ditched out on Clemons that night for frisbee golf. It wasn’t as if all the “studying” did me any good anyhow.
Sadly, that night was the last chance we had to play that frolf course. Construction crews soon went crazy around Grounds, digging huge 5-story pits in the ground while building new libraries, new stadiums, new dining halls, new everything. Over half of the landmarks on the 18-hole frolf course became either inaccessible or completely demolished. Even the first hole tee-off on the Webb lawn got swallowed by that monstrosity of an OHill.
Regardless, what I wouldn’t give to switch places with those two frisbee-throwing kids I saw tonight. The tiny little memories like these, triggered at the most random moments, are what makes me miss Virginia the most.
This good ol’ song of Wahoowa
We’ll sing it o’er and o’er
It cheers our hearts and warms our blood
To hear them shout and roarWe come from ol’ Virginia
Where all is bright and gay
Let’s all join hands and give a yell
For dear ol’ UVAWahoowa! Wahoowa!
Uni-V, Virginia
Hoorah ray, hoorah ray!
Ray ray, UVA