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Ichabod!

A Physicist's Guide to Smoked Gouda

 

2001-09-26 1:14 a.m.

im running on three hours of nonconsecutive sleep in the past thirtysix or so hours. and physics is just so frustrating.

so i do what anyone else would do in this situation. i made a pilgrimage to the gods of neiuwland science hall (scott glancy, have mercy on our souls). and i was feeling just horrible about it, because i cant understand so much of it, and how can i ever survive as a physics major if i cant understand mechanics and things like this? why couldnt i do something easier like science preprofessional? i couldnt do something half assed, i had to go the whole way and be a physics major?

i love the way nieuwland smells. i love the posters on the walls. i love how they have posters for upcoming lectures and ones that happened up to two years ago. i love the way they look, i love the bleak little offices of the graduate students. i know its horrible, but i look into those windowless boxes and hope i can live in a midden like that someday. i love the way the building sounds, the old wing and the new wing, the compressors and generators. i love knowing theres a radiation lab to my right, a large magnetic field behind me, and a huge tandem van de graff generator particle accelerator beneath me.

and i thank the gods of pasquerilla east for my friends, for monica who dropped by with candy, for becki who gives me hugs, katherine who supplies me with coffee at all hours of the night, amanda who provides laughs galore, and sarah who argues with me until i have to admit that im not stupid.

i love relativity. right now, i love relativity more than sound waves. it makes more sense, believe it or not. i love the sparkly sequin on my desk more than orange juice. and i love amazing grace more than the battle hymn of the republic.

above all, i love sleep right now.