Back in the Saddle

Since moving back to West Campus for the school year, I have started a new set of classes of only moderate terribleness.*  I’m getting sucked into the spinning vortex of problem set terror, already sleep deprived, and slightly hungry, so overall, all’s well in ChemE land.

Besides classes, I’ve also worked a couple shifts for Cornell Productions, including Ordinary People’s event at the Cornell Cinema the other night.  Pep band started up and we’ve had our first rehearsal for the semester as well as a field hockey game.  Ironically enough, after spending the entire summer in Ithaca, the closest I got to getting sunburned, which doesn’t happen easily to me, was at the field hockey game.  In September.  I have determined that the combination of direct sunlight (radiative heat transfer) and the bleachers (reflection = even more radiative heat transfer) caused my near encounter with fried skin cells.

By this point in my college career, I’ve fulfilled my PE requirements, and so I’m taking Small Boat Sailing for fun.  Last weekend we learned to rig the boats we’ll be taking out and then we had to capsize the boats on purpose.  It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.  The water was cold, but the coldest part of the class was when we got out of the water and the previously windless day turned into a strong breeze in about thirty seconds.

 

No pictures from sailing, but here’s Cayuga Lake as seen from Taughannock State Park.

Other than that, my parents and brother came up to Cornell for Labor Day weekend.  We stayed in a cabin at Taughannock State Park and hiked there, Buttermilk Falls, and Watkins Glen, and also went to the Corning Museum of Glass.  It was a fun weekend, but it was surprisingly crowded at the state parks and the museum.  I think the fact that it was a holiday weekend plus the “last” weekend of summer contributed to the crowds.  Though the temperature has dropped considerably since then and the sky has returned to its standard greyness.  Pre-winter, here we come.

 

Watkins Glen

*My classes actually aren’t terrible at all and in fact, are less annoying than the dozens of emails I get every day.   Contrary to what appears to be popular belief, I do not need three reminders before every event.