So, you know those days when everything feels a little off and you almost think you’re going crazy? I sure do. Sometimes I see things. Things I know cannot be real. I have seen a giant cat stalking campus on its two hind legs and I have come face to face with it. The Wildcat is here.
This afternoon I was walking across the quad, hands in my pockets and backpack slung over my shoulders. I’d gotten out of my class a bit early so the people around were few and far apart.
Waving at a passing friend, I wondered whether the morning’s cup of dark sludge would keep me awake when I saw a little flicker of white and brown out of the corner of my eye. I turned and saw a patchwork beast lumbering from behind a bush.
It’s spring now, and as the buds start to grow on the trees and flowers light up the scene, young men and women have a new thought on their minds. Fancies of the past have been abandoned, and a new season has begun. Spring sports season, that is.
Yes, spring has arrived, and with it comes a new batch of sports for us at Williston, a new way for us to stay fit and spend our afternoons. But change is not for everybody. Not for me, at least. During winter, Judo was how I spent those dark (admittedly scarily warm) afternoons, and I had a great time.
I love the blend of aggressive activity and the artful style in which we learn how to make someone all of a sudden realize that the ground was not where they last remembered it to be. I realized that the sport was offered in the spring, too, with a new batch of white belts and some of the same old faces. The decision was easy for me.