The other day, I was chatting with E, a very good friend from my Oxford days, and we were talking about our future plans when she asked me if I wanted to be a scientist.



and honestly I haven't really thought about it in a while. I didn't know what to answer and still don't know. I'm doing better than in a long time and I'm starting to wonder what I'm actually doing in college, now that I'm studying for my classes in a somewhat organized manner. What I was thinking when I picked this year's classes is still a mystery to me. Geological processes? I don't have the first clue about geology!

There is a week-long residential school at the University of Nottingham in July and I (foolishly?) signed up because I need this to eventually get a degree and because I didn't do it last summer when I was actually taking the course it's associated with. I firmly believe that I can get through one week of virtually anything - two years in Oxford were proof enough for me, but Dr. S-D and the parentals think I'm not ready for this. I haven't tested the waters for a long time, and since I signed up for it anyways, I guess I can only hope it will turn out all right. It cannot be worse than some of the lab practicals I did in Oxford. That's physically impossible.