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Nov. 9th, 2005 11:00 amI wish I could fully explain to you how completely debilitatingly brilliant yesterday was, but you're just going to have to take my word for it.
My paper on sub-replacement population actually turned out interesting, which either means that I have lost all perspective, or being grouchy makes everything suck. (I am hoping for option two.) On the downside, I am going to have to face the fact that I have developed dumb scientist humor. I titled my paper "Counting Babies from Space," because remote sensing, fertility rates... I mean, it sort of makes sense. It makes sense right up to the point where it seriously cracks me up (L. O. L.) every time I think it. I understand that it isn't that funny. I get that, but no. No, to me, it really is. (Counting Babies! FROM SPACE! .... Oh, my aching stomach.)
Mostly though, I found out that my immunology professor (on whom I have the most massively inappropriate crush EVER) will be teaching immunogenics next semester. Oh, be still my beating heart! Two whole semesters filled with ridiculous puns and dumb stories about former presidents! (I am sure there will also be interesting things about stuff-that-can-stimulate-an-immune-response, but that is almost beside the point.) I will be in this class.
It's that point in the semester again, where the schedule of classes has just come out, and all the possibilities are both available and shiny. Immunogenics! Ichthyology! Sculpting! Casting! Books! Plant Physiology! God, the options.
Weirdly, I don't have many schedule conflicts this semester, which is a nice change. I mean, both immunogenics and biochemistry are at the same time, but that is such a non-issue of a choice it doesn't even count. I have a meeting tomorrow with my adviser, when I will present my list of five classes for next semester and (um. hopefully) get told I will graduate in May.
Um. Wow.
I've had the weeks-and-months countdown going since New Years, but now that I'm to the point where I could reasonably start counting in days, it's a little freaky. Just. Whoah. Adulthood. Right around the corner there.
My paper on sub-replacement population actually turned out interesting, which either means that I have lost all perspective, or being grouchy makes everything suck. (I am hoping for option two.) On the downside, I am going to have to face the fact that I have developed dumb scientist humor. I titled my paper "Counting Babies from Space," because remote sensing, fertility rates... I mean, it sort of makes sense. It makes sense right up to the point where it seriously cracks me up (L. O. L.) every time I think it. I understand that it isn't that funny. I get that, but no. No, to me, it really is. (Counting Babies! FROM SPACE! .... Oh, my aching stomach.)
Mostly though, I found out that my immunology professor (on whom I have the most massively inappropriate crush EVER) will be teaching immunogenics next semester. Oh, be still my beating heart! Two whole semesters filled with ridiculous puns and dumb stories about former presidents! (I am sure there will also be interesting things about stuff-that-can-stimulate-an-immune-response, but that is almost beside the point.) I will be in this class.
It's that point in the semester again, where the schedule of classes has just come out, and all the possibilities are both available and shiny. Immunogenics! Ichthyology! Sculpting! Casting! Books! Plant Physiology! God, the options.
Weirdly, I don't have many schedule conflicts this semester, which is a nice change. I mean, both immunogenics and biochemistry are at the same time, but that is such a non-issue of a choice it doesn't even count. I have a meeting tomorrow with my adviser, when I will present my list of five classes for next semester and (um. hopefully) get told I will graduate in May.
Um. Wow.
I've had the weeks-and-months countdown going since New Years, but now that I'm to the point where I could reasonably start counting in days, it's a little freaky. Just. Whoah. Adulthood. Right around the corner there.
