The Finite

Okay, well, I sorta just up and disappeared again after Spring Break didn’t I? Well, that week sucked so I really don’t feel guilty about that. Exams aren’t that bad. It’s the preparation that sucks. Hicks seems so far away now. I mean, it’s only a mile, but the potential energy change adds an extra 25 kiloJoules of commute energy. And then there’s work, which I always seem to end up staying far longer than I planned to.

Right now, I’m writing a reflection for my experiential learning class, PHPR 368. So far, it is satisfactorily smart-ass in tone and contains such gems as:

“I’ve actually never been a customer in a pharmacy, something I attribute to hardy immunological genetics and horrible insurance.”

“We also learned about controlled substances and some of the basics of prescription processing. This helped me a great deal in memorizing the medication lists and also made it possible for me to completely own in recitation Jeopardy.”

“Using the arbitrary scale given, I’d say I went from a 2 to a 7.”

And let this mark the first night the libraries open 24-7 for the next two weeks. I have to fight for a study carrel and put up with loud white people. w00t. Let the finals beard begin…

I know you can’t compare them objectively. But still, I wish I could take some of the good stuff to Indiana. There’s fewer smokers. The roads are wider and have bike paths that connect to other bike paths. The buses run on Sundays. 24-hour library access. (Not like Purdue’s where you have to break in.) More shops and eateries. Doesn’t smell like old people. Asians are under control.

Smoothies. Hell. Yes.

It’s not only the buses, it’s the culture. I saw performance art here. Freakin’ performance art. The dorms have different genders separated by one floor as opposed to Purdue’s 8-inches of brick-then-90-feet-of-open-space-more-brick separation.

And Fat sandwiches. End of story. Case closed. Good night, everybody.