Stratigraphy is more than just layers
I am looking forward to my Geology lab tomorrow, even though it seems to be the cookiest of all my classes. Really, I blame it all on my insane lecture teacher. On Monday my friend Joel fell asleep on several occassions, to the point where I have to hit him with my fish pencil repeatedly through the class. Then, as if by some strange spell, I myself began to fall pray to the repetetive, condescending lecture of my sanity-lacking instructor.
Lab, I think, is much better though. Our teacher is a saint of a man with a cheesy sense of humor but a knack for getting the message through without teaching us like we were small, mentally challenged children. He, atleast, has a passion when he teaches.
I don't know what our lab will entail, but as long as I get to learn about rocks I don't think I'll care much. I really should read the book a little more, though.
I am in a mood where I really want to write something more meaningful but can't. I want to write something interesting, but I'm so out of practice that it seems utterly impossible. I want to write something that sends a less trivial message but I don't think I having anything important in my life right now that isn't trivial. Well, except people. Those of you who keep in contact know what I'm talking about.
My walls are littered with old newspaper articles and pictures that I have kept for ages-since highschool an even before that sometimes: Middle school!
I find alot of comfort in these pictures and articles. Each and every one of them has been read and pondered over, and they all mean something to me, and they all smell of old things and remind me of my child hood. There goes my nostalgic side again! But I can't help it. Sometimes I just have to look for something familiar to keep me level headed. Sort of like a pressurizer in a submarine. If they aren't there, I'll implode.
Now, my physics is a little iffy, but I'm pretty sure that's not a butchered simile I've got there.
I so want more people to come with Vera and I to the Museum, but it's not looking so likely. MAybe the fish will be dressed to party, if not my friends.
Lab, I think, is much better though. Our teacher is a saint of a man with a cheesy sense of humor but a knack for getting the message through without teaching us like we were small, mentally challenged children. He, atleast, has a passion when he teaches.
I don't know what our lab will entail, but as long as I get to learn about rocks I don't think I'll care much. I really should read the book a little more, though.
I am in a mood where I really want to write something more meaningful but can't. I want to write something interesting, but I'm so out of practice that it seems utterly impossible. I want to write something that sends a less trivial message but I don't think I having anything important in my life right now that isn't trivial. Well, except people. Those of you who keep in contact know what I'm talking about.
My walls are littered with old newspaper articles and pictures that I have kept for ages-since highschool an even before that sometimes: Middle school!
I find alot of comfort in these pictures and articles. Each and every one of them has been read and pondered over, and they all mean something to me, and they all smell of old things and remind me of my child hood. There goes my nostalgic side again! But I can't help it. Sometimes I just have to look for something familiar to keep me level headed. Sort of like a pressurizer in a submarine. If they aren't there, I'll implode.
Now, my physics is a little iffy, but I'm pretty sure that's not a butchered simile I've got there.
I so want more people to come with Vera and I to the Museum, but it's not looking so likely. MAybe the fish will be dressed to party, if not my friends.