I spent the weekend learning about fuel cells, nominally.
Fuel cells were okay. Football (on a stomach full of pizza) was good. Ultimate (subs) was better.
My roommate first struck me as an amusing asshole, then later as an interesting guy who could be an asshole if he wanted. Sometimes when I talk to someone for a while, I get an idea of what their life looks like, even the parts they haven't told me about. We talked a lot, and I knew that he was deeply different from me -- and yet, not so different that I couldn't understand. He gave me some advice that I count as valuable, because it's not advice I'd have gotten from anyone around me.
Talking to him was like looking at a familiar object from a slightly altered perspective -- not so altered that I couldn't recognize it, but altered enough to bring out details not visible with either view alone. Binocular depth perception sort of thing, I guess.
The whole program ("Fuel Cell Engineering") was run by that Duke TIP, by the devices of which I took the SAT way back in 7th grade. Guess they've been keeping tabs on me since. Began Saturday morning, ended late Sunday afternoon. More tiresome than intense, I think.
Anyway, school today wasn't much more than dull, but walking with Hannah afterward washed my memory of today with beautiful colors. So much sunshine and blue sky, so many frustrating pedestrians.
I'm sleepy now and my essay's still not done.
I slept this morning, right up until the alarm. If only I could keep doing that... well, we'll see.
posted on Monday, March 29, 2004
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