'Tis that time of year again. Time for giving up the freedom of summer and trudging back into the classroom to stuff our heads full of knowledge until they seem sure to burst. But this year is different. This year, I am an art major.
My schedule is here. It is... vastly different than what I am used to. For one thing, my first day of class consists solely of six hours straight of art studio.
I also have a work study job in the HSU Interlibrary Loan Department. I should be starting next week, and I am super excited about it. It seems like it will be my dream job. Add that to the perfect classes and the perfect environment, and things should be just about dandy. Art, library, books, trees, ocean.... what more could a girl want?
Oh yeah - Tom's last post reminded me. I am a transfer Art student at HSU. I was (very briefly) a math major at Caltech... and then a biology major... and then an English major.... yeah. Anyway, I'm glad to be finally doing art (my first love) in what is quite possibly the most beautiful place I've ever been, with a library to run away to in case I get overwhelmed. Yep. Sounds good to me.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Of Schedules and Wotsits
I am now completely orientated and registered for classes. Here is my schedule. I am increasingly going over to the Google Empire for sharing things on the web, but I like my quaint and old-fashioned PHP script.
For just 3 classes this is a pretty intense semester, I think: fluid mechanics, thermodynamics, and numerical methods. I'm starting in the middle of a 3-course series on numerical methods, which means I'll have to learn Fortran 90 ASAP. At least it's not Fortran 77, but expect Fortran rants ahead.
(By the way: I assume that most everyone who might read this already knows who I am. But in case you need some context, I am a master's student in Environmental Resources Engineering at Humboldt State University in Arcata, California. Before that, I studied electrical engineering at Caltech, where I was (and still am) a Darb. Obviously, but just to be safe, this blog is not affiliated with HSU in any way, and should not be taken as in any way representing official views of the University.)
For just 3 classes this is a pretty intense semester, I think: fluid mechanics, thermodynamics, and numerical methods. I'm starting in the middle of a 3-course series on numerical methods, which means I'll have to learn Fortran 90 ASAP. At least it's not Fortran 77, but expect Fortran rants ahead.
(By the way: I assume that most everyone who might read this already knows who I am. But in case you need some context, I am a master's student in Environmental Resources Engineering at Humboldt State University in Arcata, California. Before that, I studied electrical engineering at Caltech, where I was (and still am) a Darb. Obviously, but just to be safe, this blog is not affiliated with HSU in any way, and should not be taken as in any way representing official views of the University.)
Friday, August 14, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
The Journey Begins
Our story begins on a dry, hot day in Pasadena, CA. Our heroes (along with my mother and younger brother Michael) packed themselves and entirely more things than should have possibly fit into their honda civic and headed north.
--However, I have been informed that we initially headed East - West. Our hero laments the lack of cereal, and then decides to have a muffin, briefly becoming saddened that this would result in fewer muffins than were previously in existence, and then decides to have both a muffin and an english muffin and compare them.--
Meanwhile, the honda civic was traveling in a decidedly East-West-Northerly direction, and having many adventures, as documented on this map.
The first stop was in Santa Barbara, where a snack on the beach was enjoyed by all. Next, a stop for gas in San Luis Obispo. A decidedly uninteresting night was spent at a motel 6 in Salinas, where some members of the party got warm showers, while others had to bathe in streams of liquid ice. The following morning, the Golden Gate Bridge was observed and photographed, and a meal was enjoyed at Moylan's Brewery & Restaurant in Novato. The evening was spent at Seashell Inn at Point Arena, the most notable aspects being the warm shower, the wall-size photo-print of redwoods on the wall, the kittens outside, and the remarkably bad movie on TV - starring our illustrious governor himself. The next day featured the Chandelier Drive-Thru Tree, the Avenue of the Giants, dinner at Lost Coast Brewery in Eureka, and final arrival at our new home in Arcata, which was decidedly not hot and dry.
--However, I have been informed that we initially headed East - West. Our hero laments the lack of cereal, and then decides to have a muffin, briefly becoming saddened that this would result in fewer muffins than were previously in existence, and then decides to have both a muffin and an english muffin and compare them.--
Meanwhile, the honda civic was traveling in a decidedly East-West-Northerly direction, and having many adventures, as documented on this map.
The first stop was in Santa Barbara, where a snack on the beach was enjoyed by all. Next, a stop for gas in San Luis Obispo. A decidedly uninteresting night was spent at a motel 6 in Salinas, where some members of the party got warm showers, while others had to bathe in streams of liquid ice. The following morning, the Golden Gate Bridge was observed and photographed, and a meal was enjoyed at Moylan's Brewery & Restaurant in Novato. The evening was spent at Seashell Inn at Point Arena, the most notable aspects being the warm shower, the wall-size photo-print of redwoods on the wall, the kittens outside, and the remarkably bad movie on TV - starring our illustrious governor himself. The next day featured the Chandelier Drive-Thru Tree, the Avenue of the Giants, dinner at Lost Coast Brewery in Eureka, and final arrival at our new home in Arcata, which was decidedly not hot and dry.
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