feeling a fire
I am convinced that the worst type of sociable people are those who belittle the accomplishments of others. Be it out of indifference, ignorance, or insecurity, those who tarnish the jewels of the successful are a horrendous and disgraceful lot. I only mention this because I started reading Atlas Shrugged, as my book to help me push through the end of the semester, and there are a few characters that make me angry enough to write something down. Reading very large and dynamic novels as the semesters end allows me to come back to a relaxation that is continuous and unabated in satisfaction, despite unpleasant studying and finals. FYI, or something.
The Winds of Blacksburg Fall 2006 Edition arrived this morning and left as recent as minutes ago. Walking across the drillfield to an afternoon class, my body was in pain. As the wind went over my face, my eyelashes were being pulled and strained, the strangest type of irritation, almost an interrogation-worthy tactic. An attempt to cover my face from that onslaught actually created a vacuum which made my eyeballs bulge, or at least feel like bulging. So much turbulence was created by merely standing still that you had to take a sharp angle with the ground in order to maintain balance. Look at me use these aerospace-wind-tunnel-esque terms!
Next semester, I am, ironically enough, taking an Aircraft Performance course. I figure that my best fall back for careers is the imminently popularized private space-exploration and vacation industry. Seriously. I would be on the front lines with that. Alongside that Performance class, I have Robotics; after that will come Propulsion and then many more geeky alternatives.
Time for a return to my studies and a slew of Star Wars dialogue to continue scrolling through my consciousness.
December 2nd, 2006 at 12:20 pm
Cool — it sounds like you should call your spring semester “How Everything Works.”