I finally made it onto the Old Course on Friday, after two and a half months of walking by it almost every day. It was the best experience I’ve had so far, and I don’t think anything else will top it. It was sunny out, which is somewhat of a rarity over here lately, and although it was a little wet, the course was in great condition. It was the best round of golf I’ve played since I’ve been here, and I know I played better just because I was on the Old Course.
It sounds cliché, but the feeling of playing on the Old Course is unexplainable, and for those four hours, I was in a state of complete bliss. It was a humbling experience as well, especially when you think about all the greats who have played there over the past century. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and although I’m probably going to play the course a lot more before I leave, I don’t think it will ever be as extraordinary as that first time.
This weekend was the infamous Raisin Weekend. My academic family and I spent all of Sunday eating and drinking at my mother and fathers houses. We started at 11 a.m. and I think I made it back to my room sometime around midnight.
On Monday morning, we went back to our mother’s house where she dressed us up in costumes. We were supposed to be the Transformers, which is semi-manly, so I still had some of my dignity left. Other people were dressed as half naked babies, smurfs, old women; you name it, someone was dressed like it.
The final event of the weekend was the giant shaving foam fight. It was crazy – pretty much the whole town lined the street as the entirety of the freshman class paraded in our costumes to the quad where the foam fight was held. The weekend was a blast, and it really felt good to be a part of one of St. Andrews oldest traditions.
My plans for London are finally set. I’m flying out this Friday, and I’ll be back on Monday. I’m really looking forward to that. There’s only four more weeks left in the semester, and with my trip to London, golf, and school work, I know it’s going to fly by.