But c'est la vie! Why complain about the weather when I know fully-well the routine? Maybe I can pinpoint the frustration to a lack of snow... the elongated time between summer and winter, when all the colorful leaves have dropped and it's just simply wet and dark.
But what's weather matter when you're underground? That's right. In a cave. Last weekend I went on my first "real" lava tubing experience at Mount St. Helens. It was fun and I can now understand the urge to do unintentionally-stupid maneuvers and get stuck in a hole; there were so many nooks and crannies to explore! And being a rather petite person, this was my element. I'm going back in November.
The following days delivered a differential equations exam, which in all honesty, provided some comfort in being tested in a plug-n-chug method. No thought required.
The subsequent days brought about a research cruise through Puget Sound and the abominable GRE. The cruise was more fun. I poked at methane bubbles in a sediment core, watched someone squeeze a peanut worm, and lost my interest in zooplankton yet again.
I did not study for the GRE this time. It was a decision made both due to despair and lack of time. It turns out that combination increases math scores.
I celebrated that night in attendance of a potluck and party. The end-of-the-week cognitive-deprivation was felt the next day at 7 am for an early morning hike. It was crisp and sunny. We saw turkeys and grouse.
And I now feel 50% better about my personal statement for UW.
The end.
