Forgive my recent reticence to blog, I just haven't felt inspired. I do hope that someone somewhere reads this, because if there is anything that I hate being masturbatory about it is the proclamation of personal minutia; I have plenty of journals for that. I have been somewhat sad these past few days, a combination of longings for Chicago and Brandyn is the most likely offender. Strange to miss both at once, historically it has always been a one-or-the-other sort of situation.
In happier news, I scored a 98 on my first marine biology exam. Hooray for me. I really like marine science, especially tiny organisms. I didn't expect to find a real interest is bacteria, or algae, but they are pretty fascinating. Not to mention that I bet there are bizzare microscopic parasites on the whiskers of great white sharks that we will never be able to get close enough to study. So many questions waiting for experiments that are waiting to be thought up.
I recently stumbled across a really neat little definition of graduate school. The process of achieving a PhD is the metamorphosis between one who seeks knowledge and one who creates it. I found that to be really interesting and inspiring. I think that it is a path that I want to take, but not for a while. I need to learn much about the world before I will be ready to throw myself into that terrible wonderland. And I really miss Chicago, and I really miss my friends, and I really miss our dreams together.
