Senior Year Memory Part THREE: Frisbee... I mean flying disc

During the Spring of my Senior year, I took a class with these two girls:

For some reason we decided during our last semester of college we should take a flying disc class that met at 8am on Mondays and Wednesdays. It was taught by THIS guy who is "a champion of virtually all flying disc sports." We were not exactly the best in class but we held our own among the girls (there were only at total of 5 girls in the class of 25).

Because I needed to practice my flying disc skills, JP and I would throw the Frisbee often. The following is our favorite "playing Frisbee" story. We still bring it up sometimes and laugh.

JP and I were playing Frisbee at the Botanical Gardens. While we were playing, this couple with a small child walks by. This child, who is probably had just recently started walking, breaks away from his parents and starts toddling towards us with his arms stretched out. JP takes this to mean that the child wants to play Frisbee, so he throw the Frisbee to the child. The child, who like I said probably hadn't been walking for very long, certainly had no hand-eye coordination. So, the Frisbee smacks the kid right in the face. Of course the child starts crying and JP and I were in a very awkward situation.

Since finishing my flying disc class, I have actually gotten much better at throwing a flying disc. My sister actually took the same class last year! She, JP, and I still have a lot of fun throwing the Frisbee together.