The Chemportal

A few days ago, I took the trip back to the University to have that special talk with the professor once more, so that I could finally obtain the grade for the last of the courses that I took for an ACS certified Bachelors Degree in Chemistry.  Well, after a few more revisions, and hours of sitting in his office while he edited the report, the report was edited to his content and a few days later I revised it and gave it back to him.  Eventually, I got a letter of apology from him with details that I prefer not to mention here and two 'As' towards my G.P.A.

For those of you that don't know what I'm referring to, the issue entailed a period during which my professor would not grade my paper so as to give me a grade for the course, which was an independent study session.  The course took place during the fall semester of 2006, and he had edited the paper during the last few official days of the spring semester of 2007.

Now, I can go on to receive a real chemist's wage.  Although I'm actually an entry level chemist at the time due to my company's understanding of my situation.

I went downtown to investigate how things were at the University.  People, mostly students, were socializing at the restaurant patios in a European type of atmosphere.  I got a glimpse of a couple of nervous students walking around previewing the University, and am reminded of my freshman year during which a lot of things were uncertain.  Although my undergraduate years has been completed in a non-standard and prolonged fashion, I am now more aware of the fact that it has for real.

Is it because some of them don't smile?  A lot of coffee?  Probably the combination of both .... without brushing their teeth.  Yes , a lot of science professors, especially the old fashioned ones (some of them are very accomplished by the way) have green, rotting, teeth. 

Someone broke into my house this past week, fortunately I wasn't within it while it occured.  I went to a gun shop to purchase a gun, a revolver of some sort was recommended, so I got one for four hundred bucks.

The gun shop also had a shooting range within it, a whole bunch of people showed up right before the shop was to open.  Frankly, the men there were very excited and congenial with each other; if I asked any of them to choose between guns or women, most of them would choose guns.  Something about guns fostered a spirit of brotherhood and liveliness (which is due to the testosterone) that is intrinsic to all men.... taking away the guns from them would not be pretty.