"Let the spaceship land....they're here to pick me up."

As the classwork builds up, it's hard to remember that you just need to keep your head down and focus on the task at hand. I partially blame myself for taking 16 credits, all sciences, and 10 of which are lab classes. (There's a reason for those electives - buffering fluff classes.)
It just gets worse as the end of the semester is crammed full of exams (pushed back due to snow days), lab reports, and term papers. After the end of all that...there's the suicide race of finals.

Then again, most who have gone through the hoops know this, and those in-progress understand it as well. Friends and loved ones outside the realm of science academia don't always understand. I feel like I should hang a virtual sign (probably via email) that says: "Fallen off the planet for now. Will return after finals. NO, I will *not* be in the mood to celebrate the Friday I finish my last final. I plan to SLEEP afterwards."

Before I go back to studying, I did come across a post at Respectful Insolence that really hits the nail on the head for why all the religion quackery gets me annoyed. The link is here.

If the offending parents had been of any religious persuasion other than Christianity, you can rest assured that the whole incident would be flooded with press, outrage, and immediate prosecution. For a culture that seems to be obsessed with "Save the Children!" sentiment, it's ironic that there's no outcry over an 11 yr old girl - not just killed, but died over a long, painful death over the span of a month that could have *easily* been prevented.

I promise the next post will have nothing to do with religion. Instead I'll try to post something regarding "fluffy bunnies and cushions," as the bf would say. Or, at the very least, something fun and dazzling to read/watch/look at.
Oooooo shiny.....