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I was waiting on line for the TA to finish speaking. It was the last class before the end of the quarter and this was my last class before getting my PhD. I turned to the person next to me and said "This TA isn't properly prepared. If he were we would've been out of here already...". Suddenly, the TA had finished and class was over. I got my degree! We all formed a line to leave the classroom and started filing out of the room one by one.
Once outside I started jumping around, doing cartwheels, somersaults and all sorts of acrobatics, and yelling, "I have my Phd!! I have my Phd!!". After finishing a set of acrobatics a perosn asked `So what's up and I said I got my PhD!!'. He said `really?' and I said `Well, not really, but I got my masters, and that's almost as good!'
I went into the geology department and was looking around. A professor was walking by and I stopped him. I showed him a piece of rock that was laying on the ground (apparently the department was outdoors) and said "Is this rock XXXX?" (I forget what I had said). He looked at it and agreed with me. He also found a pair of shoes laying on the ground. They were very old and looked like alligator skin. He praised the shoes for a few minutes, noting the workmanship, craftmanshship and the fact that they'll last a long, long time.
I said "Can I ask you a question" and he said "You can ask me anything you want". "Is there a class that I can take that will teach me all about the different rocks and what they're called?". He told me about the introductory geology course and showed me the picutre of the professor who was teaching it. He gave me the professor's email address it was something like 1440@python.ucdavis.edu. I was to call the professor to see if I could arrange to sit in on the class since I didn't want to take it for a letter grade.
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