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A Physicist's Guide to Smoked Gouda

 

2001-10-04 12:28 a.m.

you know what i get a lot lately? "hey, you look familiar, do i know you? where do i know you from?" and we ask, and we investigate, weve never met each other, not even to make an aquantaince. you know what i think it is? they just know me because i stand out. im recognizable. im that weird girl with the orange backpack. just like i recognize dhall guy with big beard and north quad girl with dreadlocks. something that stands out....and these people just know im familiar, they notice me cause i cant manage to blend in. hah.

im a new member of the running up the library stairs club. its great. instead of walking all the way over to rolfs to use a treadmill and spending all that time, sarah and anne and i walk over to the library and run up the stairs. takes about two to three minutes, and its a good fast workout for people like me and anne, cause were just so busy with schoolwork. bleh. the biggest rule about running up the library stairs club (besides the first one...do not talk about running up the library stairs club) is that you cant look at the library on your way there. cause its a whopping fourteen stories high, and the stairs we run go even higher than that, to a concrete platform. my own rule is that i cant look at the floor numbers on the doors as i run. that way im pleasantly surprised to find out im already at fourteen. kinda like how i dont wear a watch to band so im pleasantly surprised when dr dye says "all right, bring it in"

mmmmmm, what else

i think im doing ridiculous amounts of work. or maybe not that, but im just pressed for time to do it in. not like band doesnt take up enough time, but im pretty slow at doing my homework. if four of us are working togther im always done last. i either distract myself in the middle of a computation, or the algebra and arithmetic just go more slowly for me, or i plain dont understand. so i spend a hell of a lot more time doing schoolwork than other people i know. and so much of it demand big blocks of time. so ive taken to doing programming late at night, when i can work uninterrupted, writing out the program in full on paper before i go run it through the compiler. and today we took the time that wed normally have physics class during to work on mechanics hw.....we were in the chem phys library for three hours working on five problems, and didnt even get the fifth one done. jesse, this is why i really dont react much when you say "oh, no, ive got three hours of homework to do tonight." pbthhh.

and amanda says that she heard/read somewhere reliable that students at notre dame have the second most amount of homework of college students in america. and i could believe it. i spend sooo much time on work, and it will never all be done. something has to be let go. and thats usually theo. oooh, but my theo class is soooo cool. i wanna talk about it, and discuss it with people, but i feel like i really have no right to say anything about it. there are people who have devoted their whole lives to some of the problems we might spend fortyfive minutes discussing. my prof is apparently an expert on ancient ugaritic literature or something like that. do you know where ugarit is, let alone why its significant? apparently, it was a very culturally diverse coastal city with no evidence of internal conflict between ethnic groups. why? hypotheses abound.

that seems to be the rule for everything in theo class, and thats prolly one of the reasons why i like it so much. were not just told things, like in high school religion classes. were presented with the bible and a few other books, minimal history and some archeological evidence, we extract theological themes from the text, and discuss tons and tons of hypotheses on what might happened or who the author might have been, and what might have influenced what was written. and even what things might be influencing our own interpretation. and of course the numerous ways to possibly read, interpret, and critique a sacred text such as the bible.

i found out my freshman project is a possible physics major. hes in mitch waynes class now. heheh. im trying to encourage him without letting him see what a terrible time were all having in mechanics. in physics they lure you in with wayne, garcia, and garg and then hit you with shephard. ahhhh, how cruel!

hmmmm, my hands are starting to get dry. not cool. well, its only one. definitely a good time to go to bed. an early night for once!