Annals of College: DreamlandSeptember 17, 2010 at 6:34 AM | Posted in Annals of College, Growing up | 5 Comments
Tags: Catfish Hunter, Chaminade HS, St. Bonaventure University
Even though I went to one of those kick-ass sort of all-boys Catholic High schools, Chaminade in Mineola, NY, I was in a fog as a senior. As bad as I was though, the school graduated lame-brains like Bill O’Reilly (of the O’Reilly Factor) just the year before me, so I couldn’t have been at the bottom. I had finally found out how to get decent grades (get interested in the subjects and do the work instead of thinking about doing the work) and then it was over. Being in dreamland could be the only reason I chose St. Bonaventure in Olean, NY, which is just below Buffalo. The geographically inclined will nod and murmur, “say no more.”
My grades were not good enough to get into the more premier Catholic Universities like Georgetown, Holy Cross, Notre Dame and Boston College where most of my classmates went. Our guidance counselors pushed us to go to Catholic Colleges exclusively and there was no talk of state schools which in New York are great (in Academics if not sports.)
I am not one to blame others for my own screw-ups; I enjoy the limelight of mischance. Did I really expect a guidance counselor to tell me that the ratio of boys to girls was 7 – 1? Yes, 7 boys to 1 girl — and this after 4 years of an all-boy high school ( and no “sister schools” across the street!)
Did I expect the guidance counselor to explain in plain terms what mandatory ROTC meant? Did I expect him to spoon feed me the reality of having to hold and take apart a gun (which I could never quite do) or to occasionally wear a uniform? Did this man know that I did not have a martial bone in my body?
But all that can be forgiven but could I not have been warned that they showed Cleveland Browns football games on Sunday and not my beloved, albeit haunted, Giants? How could a wet behind the sexual ears 18-year-old know that Ohio games would take precedence in New York?
I learned sad lessons in those early collegial days but, as Catfish Hunter was known to say, the sun don’t shine on the same dogs ass everyday — but it does shine every now and then.