After finishing the last final of my undergraduate career, my friends and I thought it would be a fitting occasion to celebrate with 9 holes of golf. As we pulled up to Arbor Trace Golf Course in Marion, Indiana, my expectations were low but my spirits were high... and I would quickly find out my scores would be even higher. But hey, what did I care? I was out to celebrate, not make a weekend cut. So it was with this care free attitude that my friends and I rolled up to the 6th hole. We had decided to play from the big boy tees on this day, which meant that this particular par 3 was 175 yds out. I peaked at my bag to see what I had been hitting well up to this point. After realizing the answer to that question was "No," I pulled out my hybrid. I moved to the tee box and gazed at the green in front of me. Anyone who has ever golfed before knows that teeing up a par 3 is a public acknowledgement of the potential to get a hole in one. To plant the tee in the ground is essentially to declare "There is a possibility, be it ever so small, that this next swing will be the first and last that I need to finish this hole." After adjusting my tee to the right height and taking my practice swings, I stepped up to hit my shot. Clink. As the ball traveled through the air, my first reaction was obviously feeling the satisfaction of seeing the ball go straight. Personally, I am very bad a judging distances. I always think my ball will go one place and it ends up another. So when I saw my ball headed right toward the cup, I naturally thought my mind was playing tricks on me and it would either sail the green or drop short. The pin was located towards the front of the green and I was using a hybrid so I was hoping to see it drop short. The ball landed. It took one bounce. Then another. Gone. I was confused. Where the heck did my ball just go? I turned in confusion to look at my friends and it was not until the words "hole-in-one" were said out loud that I even had a clue what had happened. My celebration was conservative because I had my doubts and didn't want to freak out only to ride up and find my ball in a sand trap. But sure enough I rolled up and found my Titleist DT Solo makin' itself at home in the bottom of the cup. Finishing college and getting a hole-in-one on the same day? The future is lookin' up.