Friday, July 21, 2006

Career choices

So this past week, I've been in Park City for my chemical engineering job. It was a short course on Fischer-Tropsch synthesis. It's not a bad topic, but I won't lie, there were times when I was falling asleep. The purpose of me going was to help me have a better understanding of Fischer-Tropsch. I wouldn't say that the trip fulfilled that for me, but I did gain one thing: a better understanding of my graduate school choices. I'm definately going to have to look into


Mathematical modelling, that is. I've realized that mathematicians are needed pretty much everywhere and I could do that. It's not that hard. Model this, model that. "Make sure the models are physically realistic" -quote from the Short Course notes. I can do that!

People will ask me what I do in graduate school and I could say, "I model mathematical dynamic systems for XY&Z Inc." Or I could just leave off the last part of that sentence.

Most anticipated conversation for the month of August. It will take place in McKay and I's new family ward. We will be asked to give talks and I, as the girl, will be expected to say something about us.
"McKay and I are going to BYU. McKay's a computer science major and will go to grad school in (insert whatever he's thinking about-he keeps changing his mind) and I'm a math major and for grad school, I'll be going into modelling."

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Well, I missed that one

Yesterday I posted my 100th post. I didn't even notice until now. Happy 100th post to you all.

Monday, July 10, 2006

How to eat like a five year old

It is very easy:
Drip spaghetti sauce on yourself at lunch.
then drop liquid chocolate on yourself in the afternoon.
Can't wait for dinner.

Vending Machine Jackpot

I have a confession to make: I push vending machine buttons too long. Let me tell you why:
Back in Cary, in the high school teacher's lounge, there is a certain sequence of buttons that, when you hold down the last one, instead of just dropping a single candy bar out, the screw will just keep spinning until you stop holding it.
I've never come across a vending machine that does that since, but every time I get something from the vending machines, I always hold the last button down just in case. Maybe someday, I'll come across a vending machine with the same technical glitch. I'm guessing, chances are, there is another one out there. It just depends on my chances of finding one.
Vending machine road trip anyone? We'll scour the nation's vending machines looking for the loose buttons. No vending machine button will be left un-pushed. No payphone slot will be left with so much as a nickel in it! (I'd say penny, but payphones don't take pennies)

Monday, July 03, 2006

Rockets Red Glare

I saw the fireworks on Saturday night; McKay and I went up to the temple and watched from there. They were very nice, but something surprised me:
How little people know about the meaning of fireworks. It has always seemed second nature to me that the fireworks represented the battles and the bombs associated with the cost of freedom that our country has paid, but twice this weekend I ran into people who had never made this association.
Now, of course, these people are wonderful, smart people, but it makes me wonder about our education system. For every other national holiday in elementary school, they go over its meaning: Thanksgiving, Columbus Day, Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, President's Day, Memorial Day, etc. They go over meanings and symbolism (esp. Thanksgiving), but somewhere they are missing Independence Day. It may be that Independence Day happens when school is out for the summer, but somewhere along the way, it should be taught in schools, that when you watch the fireworks, to remember the men who lived through the real fireworks at the risk of their lives.

I had a great idea

of what to write here, but I forgot it. I'll remember eventually (I hope).