Tomorrow I head back to school.
Now, everyone who knows me knows I’m a very English-oriented person. I’m all about the liberal arts and word games and grammar. So I was… I guess I shall say surprised… when I found myself saying, “Hell, this looks cool,” and signing up to take the mighty beast of a course that is Astrobiology. It’s true I have to fulfill certain credits, so apparently I am of the belief that if you’re going to do the sciences, it’s best to just dive right in.
I am not a science-y person. I wish I was a science-y person, but if my high school Anatomy & Physiology class cat dissection is any indication, I’m going to walk into Astrobiology next week and accidentally cut off the cat’s penis. (It wasn’t even my cat. Ours was a female cat, and we had to learn all the male parts, too, which I took to mean “go ahead and rid the only boy cat in the lab of its manliness.” No, I kid. It was an accident. I was mortified. Thankfully Astrobiology doesn’t sound even remotely cat-related, but dead cats everywhere should still beware. This is getting tangential, but I think “you cut off the cat’s penis” should be the new “you screwed the pooch.” People will be on board with this.)
The only thing I still have to do is pack my clothes. If this were a movie, “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” would be the accompanying track to a montage of me trying on various outfits. But this is real life, so I’m going to throw all my clothes on the floor and yell, “WHY ARE YOU ALL SO STUPID?” until the deed is done.