Finally.

May. 10th, 2010 02:10 pm
treehat: (Science - Pale Blue Dot)
So I got back from Chicago recently. It was actually quite eye-opening!

First of all, it turns out I have an uncomfortable neurosis about walking around in a big city. No, Mike, just because all the buildings are higher than two stories and go on for more than a couple blocks and the streets are rather crowded does not mean that some hoodlum is going to jump out and stab you in the middle of the day. I'll have to work on that, somehow, along with my neurotic fear of bars.

Anyway.

The important thing I realized is that i finally know what I want to do.* I'm going to go into academia, doing research in astronomy/astrophysics/cosmology. It took me a trip to the Adler Planetarium (especially their semi-public research lab) to remind me how much I love and am fascinated by the cosmos, and finishing my Associate's degree to convince me that yes, I do have the smarts for this. I've had people telling me I'm smart and clever and such for years, but I couldn't believe them, because my migraines have always made me seem slower than the rest of the crowd. (Various teachers misinterpreting headaches for laziness or mental problems or flat-out stupidity certainly didn't help matters.) I'm going to start by taking two courses to complete my MACRAO transfer status** this summer and then going for a Bachelor's degree in Physics or possibly Math w/ Statistics Focus at Eastern Michigan, since I'm still enrolled there (and it's way too late to apply for anywhere else).  Also, Eastern has its own observatory and an Astronomy minor, which isn't a bad start.  (Although ideally, getting a Bachelor's degree from a college that offers an astronomy-related Master's degree would be best.)

I've ranted and complained about conditions at and decisions by my Community College before.  But I really should thank them for giving me real self-confidence for the first time in my goddamn life.

I finally have a solid direction in life, one that excites me and seems attainable.  Honestly?  I'm so happy I could cry.


*I mean, I'm good at CAD, but I don't really enjoy it all that much. And I enjoy all the related design stuff even less.
**MACRAO = "Michigan Association of Collegiate Registrars and Admissions Officers". Basically, I have to take some extra courses past the basic General Education requirements, but then I automatically pass the Gen Ed requirements at any college in Michigan I transfer to, so I can concentrate on the important stuff. And I only need to take two courses this summer to get it.
treehat: (Ozy & Millie - Fascinating)
My animation professor gives the best tests I've ever taken. Today's was honestly the most fun I've ever had with an exam. Since he pushed us so hard on the storyboards, he gave us the easy version of the final exam. And it was hilarious. At several points, half the class was reduced to giggling at the various obviously wrong multiple choice answers. Prime example:

Why is the news anchor always centered in the field of vision in a news broadcast?
A. Stay classy, San Diego
B. The camera operator is in love
C. He is the main focus of the scene
D. Union contract


There were also doughnuts. For exams are crueler without a cruller.
treehat: (Look Around You - Birds?)
Engflgliblle.

Not even noon yet, and I've already got a great big heaping pile of Surreal.

A few days ago, I got a new insurance card which inexplicably had a new contract number. There had been some recent billing issues as well, so we called up to make sure I still had the same coverage.

Apparently, my insurance company thinks I'm married. To a 62 year-old woman. With children. (Plural.)

WHAT?!

This is such a strange start to the day that I honestly would not be surprised if later a squirrel were to attack me with flaming nuts while declaring his claim to the throne of Botswana.

Now, I'm aware my memory isn't exactly phenomenal, but I'm preeeeetty sure I'd remember something like that happening. The insurance drone on the phone had to be assured that, yes, I am not married to someone over forty years older, nor had I procreated with the aforementioned completely hypothetical person. (Plural again.)

Excuse me, I need to go purge those mental images now.

Aaaaagh. And ew. And aaaagh some more.

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