science fair

It's hot. I'm sitting in a grimy coffee shot sipping on lemon Snapple iced tea. It's humid and my hair is more "helmety" then it should or perhaps I want it to be. A girl sits across the table. Pretty. In all white she drinks a steamy cup of coffee and eats an "everything" bagel with butter. It's too hot for coffee. I'm not entirely sure what she's studying. She taps her foot as she licks the tip of her upper lip. I ask her why she's drinking hot coffee on such a hot day. It's tea not coffee. She wanted honey in it not tea, and didn't think it polite to have them stir the honey until it dissolved and then pour it over ice.

I came here to study but I haven't much motivation. I'm writing to get into the groove. This morning I went to a science fair. There's a compound a few miles away, on the edge of town, that houses the university's engineering and physics departments. Cryogenics, Tesla coils, magnets and lots of little things more. Even a tank of starfish, fiddler crabs, sea cucumbers and horseshoe crabs - all of which you can play with. Everything a smart child would enjoy. I went with two non-science people. They were amazed by the concept of heat transfer, and that in a vacuum acceleration due to gravity is the same for both a feather and a penny. Had a cup of homemade icecream that used liquid nitrogen as a freezing agent. Glad I went. Almost didn't because I had to get up so early to go. But a pair of owls were my alarm clock.