Today’s fun fact about California: it’s frakking hot outside. 105 degrees Fahrenheit, to be precise. And it’s not even noon yet.
I am happy to report, however, that I have successfully moved into my new office. It has windows, a functional clock, lots of my posters on the walls, and is only kind of shared with one other person (there’s a half-wall between us). The only downside? No A/C in this part of the room. Thus, the A/C in the other part of the room is on high, and I have a fan.
Classes start on Monday. I’m taking three, plus I’m signed up for research and teaching two sections of introductory lab – most people think I’m nuts. I think I actually want to be intellectually challenged, it costs the same as just two classes and research, and besides, “most people” haven’t been to Mudd. But, I could be mistaken, so stay tuned. In case you are curious, the classes are:
Physics 570 – Relativity
Physics 580 – Computational Physics
Physics 608 – Classical Mechanics
I’m also hoping that diving into physics will (a) show potential PhD programs that I can, in fact, earn semi decent grades in physics classes and (b) get me in the proper mentality to retake the Physics GRE.
I am not particularly looking forward to the process of reapplying to loads of astronomy PhD schools. I do think I’ve decided to go ahead and pursue that path, however… worst case scenario is that zero accept me, and then I’m back where I would have been anyway. Plus, you know, I’ll have a Master’s degree.
Changing subjects rapidly…
I really like eating out. It’s ridiculously enjoyable and delicious. I love having a set of restaurants in a geographical area that I frequent, and I like being able to take friends there or get take out or whatever. That’s not to say I don’t like to cook – I actually do enjoy making new meals in the “comfort” of my own home (quotations added due to recent temperatures and lack of air conditioning).
But. On a scale of 1 to 10, where 1 is “why would I waste my time doing something like that?” and 10 is “OMG sign me up nownownow YAY!”, eating out is a solid 8 while cooking is only about a 6. Incidentally, on the same scale, going to Camp Cross is a 13 and dealing with a chirping smoke alarm is a -38.
Needless to say, if I had the option, I would eat out probably an average of 5-10 times a week. Obviously my preference to not go bankrupt mitigates this desire somewhat. But I am wondering, dear Question Livers, two things:
- How often do you typically eat out?
- How often would you ideally eat out / How often do you think it is reasonable to eat out?
With that, I’m off to get some lunch.