The Bane of My Existence
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts, the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the learned astronomer where he lectured with much
applause in the lecture room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
-Walt Whitman
The last class I ever expected to be taking as a strict English major was Astronomy class. Although I realized that part of Calvin’s core curriculum required a physical Science course, I never completely understood that to mean me sitting three days a week in a half-filled lecture hall, absorbing astronomical data.
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