I have never felt more intellectually alive and less articulate in expressing it. Thanks to a friend who's preparing for the GRE, I have been brought down to earth about the pitiful state of my vocabulary. I need to learn some more words, and fast to gain back my intellectual street cred.

As of late, I have been really enjoying my Physics classes. Anyone who may have been bored enough to have been reading this blog for the past two years would realize that I have, on occasion, confessed to a great dislike for the subject, but as of late, it's made me realize more than ever how important a good teacher is.

I don't know about the rest of you, but the concept of space, an airless, soundless vacuum, scares the crap out of me while being oddly attractive at the same time. I imagine being in a space suit floating through space with no concept of up, down, forward, backward or gravity or any sort of direction whatsoever would be a bit like a return to the womb. An ever-expanding universe full of just light and dark and black holes. Stars below your feet and stars above your head, at least until your suit's oxygen runs out and your insides burst through to become your outsides. Did I mention outer space fascinates me?