HTMMA Vignette-Intersession

It’s called intersession. A fancy name for a two week, in school, spring break. My intersession was golf with Mr. Holmes. Here I was, in school about to spend two weeks attempting to play a sport I barely knew anything about. There’s a white ball, and a hole that’s to small, you are expected to hit the white ball with an oddly shaped baseball bat, into the little hole. I learned quickly that my biggest problem was not, hitting the ball in the hole, and it was not even hitting the ball in the right direction, my problem, was hitting the ball. For this reason, I really did not need to carry around a bag filled with ten different clubs. The different clubs only make a difference if they make contact with the ball. As I said, that was my problem. I slowly learned to hold the clubs the “correct” way, and I slowly got closer to hitting the ball. Then, all of a sudden, one bright and sunny day, with all my might I swung the club and the club hit the ball. At that moment the little white ball went soaring off the tee and landed about five feet in front of me. I figured, at that rate, it would only take about twenty more hits.