Six day weekend!
Who ever knew that having class from 9-5 nearly every day of the week could be so amazing? I have to say, it truly is something incredible. Because when you get FOUR SNOW DAYS in a row (that's right...not one, not two, not three, but four), you reaaaally do get to feel it.
I'm serious. Camille doesn't have classes on Thursdays. Could she possibly feel as elated as I do right now, knowing that I'm missing 1.5 hours of inorganic boredom, 1.5 hours of dull Spanish conversation, and five and a half hours of orgo lab?
David skips all of his Wednesday classes anyways. Could he possibly have felt so great yesterday, not being able to say that he missed a math class, cell bio, and three excruciating hours of standing on his feet in Dr. Lee's lab?
And Joe Schmo, the mythical student that I just made up in order to continue this trend and prove my point, could not have appreciated my joy upon learning of my cell bio lab cancellation if he himself has never had cell bio lab on Tuesdays.
Ahhh. The relieving sigh of relief. I only wish I had known of this magnificent storm early enough to pack my schedule with some additional commitments--I'm pretty sure that had I done so, I would have been the happiest person alive.
Having a six day weekend has allowed me to spend some time thinking about some very important things, and one thing that I spent a good amount of my time thinking about this morning was expiration dates.
I don't get expiration dates.
If you think about it, they are so impractical. They do not reflect real life situations at all. Really, who is going to buy a carton of milk and leave it untouched in his fridge for weeks and weeks until finally deciding to check whether it's still consumable? That's not how it works. In the real world, the quality of food comes into question in response to random instances of screwing up. For instance, a few days ago I forgot to put my chicken back in the fridge after cooking it. When I discovered it on the kitchen counter the next morning, how was I supposed to know whether or not it was still good? Sure, I could have checked the expiration date on the chicken, but alas, that only applies to refrigerated, unopened meat. I'm sorry that my imperfect chicken is not perfect enough for these criteria to apply.
Or what about the time I discovered Camille's old cranberry juice at the back of the fridge? According to the expiration date, it was still good for another ten months...but not with the cap unscrewed and half of its contents exhausted!
I think the current method of dealing with food expiration is ridiculous and irresponsible. It's kind of like applying the ideal gas law to real gases or trying to solve a physics problem without taking friction or air resistance into account. Expiration dates need to be more useful. How long is this meat really good for? And if things such as ambient temperature, length of non-fridge exposure, and degree of cooking need to be taken into account, I would highly appreciate an equation relating all three of these variables.
I'm serious. Camille doesn't have classes on Thursdays. Could she possibly feel as elated as I do right now, knowing that I'm missing 1.5 hours of inorganic boredom, 1.5 hours of dull Spanish conversation, and five and a half hours of orgo lab?
David skips all of his Wednesday classes anyways. Could he possibly have felt so great yesterday, not being able to say that he missed a math class, cell bio, and three excruciating hours of standing on his feet in Dr. Lee's lab?
And Joe Schmo, the mythical student that I just made up in order to continue this trend and prove my point, could not have appreciated my joy upon learning of my cell bio lab cancellation if he himself has never had cell bio lab on Tuesdays.
Ahhh. The relieving sigh of relief. I only wish I had known of this magnificent storm early enough to pack my schedule with some additional commitments--I'm pretty sure that had I done so, I would have been the happiest person alive.
Having a six day weekend has allowed me to spend some time thinking about some very important things, and one thing that I spent a good amount of my time thinking about this morning was expiration dates.
I don't get expiration dates.
If you think about it, they are so impractical. They do not reflect real life situations at all. Really, who is going to buy a carton of milk and leave it untouched in his fridge for weeks and weeks until finally deciding to check whether it's still consumable? That's not how it works. In the real world, the quality of food comes into question in response to random instances of screwing up. For instance, a few days ago I forgot to put my chicken back in the fridge after cooking it. When I discovered it on the kitchen counter the next morning, how was I supposed to know whether or not it was still good? Sure, I could have checked the expiration date on the chicken, but alas, that only applies to refrigerated, unopened meat. I'm sorry that my imperfect chicken is not perfect enough for these criteria to apply.
Or what about the time I discovered Camille's old cranberry juice at the back of the fridge? According to the expiration date, it was still good for another ten months...but not with the cap unscrewed and half of its contents exhausted!
I think the current method of dealing with food expiration is ridiculous and irresponsible. It's kind of like applying the ideal gas law to real gases or trying to solve a physics problem without taking friction or air resistance into account. Expiration dates need to be more useful. How long is this meat really good for? And if things such as ambient temperature, length of non-fridge exposure, and degree of cooking need to be taken into account, I would highly appreciate an equation relating all three of these variables.