One of the questions on my exam this morning was about why meteorites are useful in figuring out the earth’s composition, and one of the answer choices was: "Because they contain coded messages from Mars." And I REALLY REALLY wanted to mark that as my answer, except I sort of fell asleep before I got around to studying, which meant hardcore gangsta cramming at 7 a.m., which meant I needed all the right answers I could muster. But had I been (slightly) better prepared for this exam and had the wiggle room for it, I *so* would have chosen that for my answer. And then contested it when the graded exams were returned.
The professor cautioned us, before handing out the exams, to not fall into the traps of senioritis and spring fever during these final weeks of the semester. The former doesn’t apply to me, but his mentioning of the latter made me hopeful. You mean this behavior is widespread? It’s practically a *condition*? I’m not alone? YES! Because I have. I’ve been slacking. And not because I don’t care, I DO care, I just– I don’t know. But now I don’t have to know because I am afflicted by a named condition. Why did I skip physics class for a full week? Spring fever. Why am I in the library writing this instead of in the computer lab working on my MatLab assignment? Spring fever!
And so, spring fever is to be blamed for the hour-plus I spent last night juicing. At, what was it, 1 a.m.? I was standing in the kitchen juicing, by hand– by HAND– a huge bowl of oranges that were still good but too old to eat, while The Wife sat on the floor of the dining room (nook? area?) and planted seeds in little starter pots. And now that I’ve just written that, I’m beginning to realize that our lives make us seem like we are constantly on drugs.
Anyway. After I finished the oranges, I realized I had a huge bowl of black grapes in the fridge that were in the same condition, so I juiced those, too. Because my juicer is a handy-dandy two-in-one-er like that.
And crap. Do you know how hard it is to juice a friggin’ grape? DISPROPORTIONATELY HARD. But! The end result! Was grape juice that was a thousand times better than anything I’ve ever bought from the store!
Even The Wife, who informed me that she does not like grape juice (tragic, I know), commended my grape juice.
So, yeah. I– I was juicing things instead of studying. It happens. And then during the whole exam, it was just a symphony of sniffles and sneezes and I was just so amused by everything, and then I hit that question about the meteorite and it was practically all over from there. I would get a geo minor just to take more classes from that professor, just to have so many more opportunities to pick his brain and talk to him about studies and experiments and theories and what-not.
Quarter to noon. I should start thinking about getting to work on that lab. I’d rather take a nap. Man.