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Well, most everyone knows about my experiance with my specialization: Environmental Sciences. If you don't, suffice it to say that it is the largest group of hippies I have seen congregated for quite some time now. But, after much scouting, searching and inquerying, I finally found the advisor for my major: Environmental Geo-Sciences. 'Twas quite a journey too.
I started at the area which, to the best of my knowlege, was in the vicinity of the Natural Science Building. It is one of the most beautiful spots on campus, with really old, majestic buildings with gardens and fountains and LOTS of ivy! I really only picked a random building that looked nice and walked in... and I got the right one!
I went up some stairs to the floor I believed my department was on. I passed a room full of, I am telling the truth here, shelves of rocks! I passed two profs having a casual debate in the hall about something to do with zoology! I walked past wooden signs adorning the the top of the walls: Zoology, Chemistry, and at the very end: Geology!
I walked into what was, as near as I can tell, the office of geology. Two older women, one rather rotund and the other very tall and lanky cheerfully greeted me. They both had enormous glasses. As I told them my situation, I observed that all sorts of maps and posters adorned the walls, most of them information on how to get involved, or how to get a job. After I was done, they welcomed me, and the tall one said something to the extent of "well, we're a small department, but it's a good one!" And they directed me across the hall to meet my advisor. 'Dr. G. Larson, specialist in Glacial Geology and Hydrology' proclaimed a piece of bright yellow paper they gave me. "He likes to hang out in the back there," they said. The phrase "uh, oh" flashed in my mind.
I walked in. I was presented with a room with a gorgeous view of the gardens below through a wood pannel-trimmed window. Besides me was a case of large drawers. In front of me were two desks, sitting nonchalontly and empty. They were stacked high with papers and books on all sorts of varied geological topics. The entire room was full of every kind of natural chart of Michigan imaginable! Soil type, glacial effect, topographic, the works! Some were rolled up in corners, others hung proudly on the walls. I walked in, and entered a doorway on the far right corner of the room. I passed an authentic typewriter.
I finally met Dr. Larson. He sat at a computer with a sort of interactive map on display, wearing, this is all I can remember and I swear I'm telling the truth here, an oliver twist hat with white hair that protruded out the sides. We intoduced ourselves. The prof is slightly soft spoken and of significant, but not great, age. We discussed the majors I could choose. His phone rang and he excused himself. As I read several charts adorning the room I heard "I found some discrepancies, yes. Yes, you said the foundation was from around 1615... well, I checked and the Pilgrims didn't arrive until the 1640s!" I realized I was home.
We discussed some more things, and pretty much he said that I should research my major, and discuss it with him when I decide. And that if I'd like to study abroad, I'd have to visit the International Center. He said "Welcome Aboard" and I departed. I left the building with a big smile.
~Soylentblu[e]!
Well, most everyone knows about my experiance with my specialization: Environmental Sciences. If you don't, suffice it to say that it is the largest group of hippies I have seen congregated for quite some time now. But, after much scouting, searching and inquerying, I finally found the advisor for my major: Environmental Geo-Sciences. 'Twas quite a journey too.
I started at the area which, to the best of my knowlege, was in the vicinity of the Natural Science Building. It is one of the most beautiful spots on campus, with really old, majestic buildings with gardens and fountains and LOTS of ivy! I really only picked a random building that looked nice and walked in... and I got the right one!
I went up some stairs to the floor I believed my department was on. I passed a room full of, I am telling the truth here, shelves of rocks! I passed two profs having a casual debate in the hall about something to do with zoology! I walked past wooden signs adorning the the top of the walls: Zoology, Chemistry, and at the very end: Geology!
I walked into what was, as near as I can tell, the office of geology. Two older women, one rather rotund and the other very tall and lanky cheerfully greeted me. They both had enormous glasses. As I told them my situation, I observed that all sorts of maps and posters adorned the walls, most of them information on how to get involved, or how to get a job. After I was done, they welcomed me, and the tall one said something to the extent of "well, we're a small department, but it's a good one!" And they directed me across the hall to meet my advisor. 'Dr. G. Larson, specialist in Glacial Geology and Hydrology' proclaimed a piece of bright yellow paper they gave me. "He likes to hang out in the back there," they said. The phrase "uh, oh" flashed in my mind.
I walked in. I was presented with a room with a gorgeous view of the gardens below through a wood pannel-trimmed window. Besides me was a case of large drawers. In front of me were two desks, sitting nonchalontly and empty. They were stacked high with papers and books on all sorts of varied geological topics. The entire room was full of every kind of natural chart of Michigan imaginable! Soil type, glacial effect, topographic, the works! Some were rolled up in corners, others hung proudly on the walls. I walked in, and entered a doorway on the far right corner of the room. I passed an authentic typewriter.
I finally met Dr. Larson. He sat at a computer with a sort of interactive map on display, wearing, this is all I can remember and I swear I'm telling the truth here, an oliver twist hat with white hair that protruded out the sides. We intoduced ourselves. The prof is slightly soft spoken and of significant, but not great, age. We discussed the majors I could choose. His phone rang and he excused himself. As I read several charts adorning the room I heard "I found some discrepancies, yes. Yes, you said the foundation was from around 1615... well, I checked and the Pilgrims didn't arrive until the 1640s!" I realized I was home.
We discussed some more things, and pretty much he said that I should research my major, and discuss it with him when I decide. And that if I'd like to study abroad, I'd have to visit the International Center. He said "Welcome Aboard" and I departed. I left the building with a big smile.
~Soylentblu[e]!