Back to the Grind...
Well, I am back at school now, and I have to say... Actually, I dunno what I have to say. Prob/Stat is as teeth-grinding-ly boring as I thought it would be. I'm pleasantly surprised with how much I like my Diff Eq professor. I'm not sure when I got used to accents, but when he raised our attention to the fact that he has a Russian accent, and wanted to know on average how much we could understand his English, I found myself thinking... "Nope. I still got that. 100%."
And, as per usual, I'm enamored with my writing class. This time, it's Writing for the Public: Risk Communication. I literally signed up for the class having no idea what it was about, except that it would fulfill my W requirement. The instructor is a teaching fellow going for his PhD in risk communication and management. He... kind of reminds me of an older and less spastic version of Ian. I have a 3-page memo due Monday on any risk communication of my choice, so I'm going to look at the esoteric nature of science and how that's contributed to the public reaction to diseases like SARS and avian flu (in other words, "Look, we can't even agree with ourselves. How the f--- do you expect us to report something substantial to you. So shut up, you manic morons.")
Anyway. I haven't done anything about... certain letters to certain people, yet. I think I'll wait on that a little bit longer... no point in acting on it right now, especially when I'm still sorting things out.
And. Scott is now married. This is so weird. I'm pretty disappointed that I didn't make it to the wedding, but as you might've noticed, I'm here.
I... guess that's what growing up is?
And, as per usual, I'm enamored with my writing class. This time, it's Writing for the Public: Risk Communication. I literally signed up for the class having no idea what it was about, except that it would fulfill my W requirement. The instructor is a teaching fellow going for his PhD in risk communication and management. He... kind of reminds me of an older and less spastic version of Ian. I have a 3-page memo due Monday on any risk communication of my choice, so I'm going to look at the esoteric nature of science and how that's contributed to the public reaction to diseases like SARS and avian flu (in other words, "Look, we can't even agree with ourselves. How the f--- do you expect us to report something substantial to you. So shut up, you manic morons.")
Anyway. I haven't done anything about... certain letters to certain people, yet. I think I'll wait on that a little bit longer... no point in acting on it right now, especially when I'm still sorting things out.
And. Scott is now married. This is so weird. I'm pretty disappointed that I didn't make it to the wedding, but as you might've noticed, I'm here.
I... guess that's what growing up is?