May 6th, 2005

b/g - in the library

Astronomy, you were my friend

Just when it was getting fun, we had to leave. That's always the case with me and school - can't get enough of it.

Of course, my brain would probably explode if I had to take certain classes for more than a semester. Exhibit 1, my "The Search for Extra Terrestrial Life" class. I've bitched and moaned about this thing before, so I won't go into all the gory details. However, I will say that I'm glad it's over, and that I wish the professor had been a little less ... 'astronomy guy' and a little more ... 'professorial guy', because the subject matter was fairly interesting. And no, we didn't just study Roswell and watch Aliens over and over. We did, however, study the Drake Equation in microscopic detail. And the prognosis for life out there? Not so great. Not unless we're not unique at all, and not unless civilizations manage to stay around a lot longer than we've been around (by, like, a factor of 10 or so). But I'm still going to keep hope. I'm optimistic that way.

Anyway, despite the relatively cool material, the class blew chunks. The best part is that the professor didn't even give us course evaluations so that I could express my eloquent opinion via official university scantron. Instead he said we could email him with our suggestions. Or drop something off at the department office. Since I've never been able to pass up the opportunity to speak my mind when I feel strongly about something, I'm going to send him a few helpful comments.

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I'm going to catch up on some sleep, and hopefully rebound bouncy and cheery eyed tomorrow for the paper writing extravaganza that will fill the next five days. Woot. Back to theory. Theory I can understand!