Hockey Game and Feeling Old

Wednesday's are my day off. The day I sleep, study if necessary, travel if possible, but above all, relax. Unless of course I wake up late, realize I was supposed to play in my first two hockey games this afternoon one of which had already finished and the next was beginning in 20 minutes. However, rushed or not, playing in my first ever field hockey game was spectacular! I tried my best to not play like an ice hockey player and other than a few minor errors I think it went quite well. Although we lost 2-1, the general consensus was that I did not do anything to terrible and in the process made a few plays that will talked about for weeks to come. I learned a few things today: 1) Playing field hockey in front of your own net is not the same as playing ice hockey in front of your own net. In ice hockey there is one rule: Play the body and clear him out of the crease. In field hockey, the opposition does not take kindly to being removed from the front of the net. Although I did not receive a penalty and my team was quite happy with the whole situation, there is a very upset number 12 from the other team that is more than slight upset with me. 2) Field hockey players don't block shots nor do they attempt to block shots with their body or sticks. They were flat out amazed that anyone would dare throw themselves in the way of an offender while they are taking a shot. I still find it entertaining that both my team as well as the other team and the refs would stop to see if I am alright, after every time I slide to make a defensive tackle. All in all I was happy with todays outcome and "Moose" has officially secured a position with the Glasgow University Hockey Club playing with the tier 2 team regularly and tier 1 when they need players as well has a position on the tier 3 team as often as I can play with them.

Tonight I have made the decision that I am far to old to be living in residence and not be an RA. The crew in my corridor is actually quite mature and we get along very well. However, tonight there was a gathering in one of the rooms in the middle hallway (not my corridor) which consisted of a dozen first years and myself. This reminded me of a high school house party when we were still trying to sneak booze and anything that might even have a trace of alcohol in it sufficed. There as a large 60 of vodka being handed out and mixed with random assortments of juice, energy drinks or not mixed at all. I was fine with all this and other than the poor taste in music was feeling alright with the situation. However, it was not until the mother called of the girl who owns room and the room was summoned to silence, the music stopped and everyone practically held their breath. This was quickly followed by an array of snickering, giggling and covered laughter. And in turn, I felt very very old. I thought about if my parents called and I was half sauced with a crew in my room. I would laugh and make jokes and I might start to sing before telling them I would call them tomorrow. But maybe I just have better parents who knows.

Full day tomorrow, plenty of classes, have a little necessity shopping to do, and football tomorrow night. Should be a long day!