Hades Lord of the Dead's December Calendar Challenge of Awesomeness 2015-2016 - 1st of December
[Prompt from Domina Temporis]Prompt for the 1st of December from Domina Temporis - College
I make it a rule not to tell Watson too much about my younger days. My childhood at home was one spent in misery for many reasons - the main one being that I was a difficult child, with too much energy, and as a result I spent many hours chained to my bed by way of punishment. I was also given many a beating, in the hope that I might some day learn that young men should be seen and not heard until they come of age.
College was moderately better. At least there I had a single good friend in Victor Trevor and one or two acquaintances that were not all bad. Never the less, Christmas at college tended to be dull - a time that I spent in a combination of utter boredom and dread at the thought of going home again in the approaching days of holiday.
While my fellow students enjoyed themselves as boys will in the Winter months - tobogganing, ice skating and snowball fighting - I would sit up in my room and watch. I have never much enjoyed the cold weather and being pelted with snowballs was never my idea of fun. However, I did envy those that were noisily enjoying themselves outside without a care.
I do recall Victor teaching me to skate, very early one morning, when there was no fear of interruption. He had become concerned that I was becoming far too miserable and felt that I should have some enjoyment. I had much to thank him for.
The thing that I liked the most about college, however, was going to chapel. Music is a balm for the soul and the sound of singing reverberating from off the glass, wood and stone while the candles fill the space with their warm glow is soothing indeed.
Never the less, whenever Watson asks me about past Christmases, I shall always assure him that I never had much time for celebrations or holidays. Some things are best left forgotten, I am inclined to believe. Besides, the Christmas holidays that my Boswell has forced upon me are by far the best that I have ever endured.
I make it a rule not to tell Watson too much about my younger days. My childhood at home was one spent in misery for many reasons - the main one being that I was a difficult child, with too much energy, and as a result I spent many hours chained to my bed by way of punishment. I was also given many a beating, in the hope that I might some day learn that young men should be seen and not heard until they come of age.
College was moderately better. At least there I had a single good friend in Victor Trevor and one or two acquaintances that were not all bad. Never the less, Christmas at college tended to be dull - a time that I spent in a combination of utter boredom and dread at the thought of going home again in the approaching days of holiday.
While my fellow students enjoyed themselves as boys will in the Winter months - tobogganing, ice skating and snowball fighting - I would sit up in my room and watch. I have never much enjoyed the cold weather and being pelted with snowballs was never my idea of fun. However, I did envy those that were noisily enjoying themselves outside without a care.
I do recall Victor teaching me to skate, very early one morning, when there was no fear of interruption. He had become concerned that I was becoming far too miserable and felt that I should have some enjoyment. I had much to thank him for.
The thing that I liked the most about college, however, was going to chapel. Music is a balm for the soul and the sound of singing reverberating from off the glass, wood and stone while the candles fill the space with their warm glow is soothing indeed.
Never the less, whenever Watson asks me about past Christmases, I shall always assure him that I never had much time for celebrations or holidays. Some things are best left forgotten, I am inclined to believe. Besides, the Christmas holidays that my Boswell has forced upon me are by far the best that I have ever endured.