One of my year-long sophomore subjects will be physics. At first, physics seems to be a menagerie of big, boring universal ideas and immutable laws rendered practically unimportant by their scale.
Peter, ok, let's call him my boyfriend - just as a place-holder - is working on his "Doctorate in Applied Physics, " degree. "Will you help me with my physics homework? " I asked, hopefully.
"I'm sure we can work something out, " he assures me, wiggling his eyebrows suspiciously.
Peter got to visit the Hadron Collider, in Geneva, this summer. When I FaceTimed him he was as animated as a girl at drama camp. He was all, "proton collisions, Higgs bosons, top quarks and massive particles, bla, bla, bla.."
"That's ok, I said, "If you'd rather not talk about it, I understand."
Seriously though, I get it. Physics teaches critical thinking and problem solving. Fluid dynamics and pressure-volume-resistance relationships apply to the circulatory system. Pressure-volume curves can apply to lung function, heat transfer is applicable to frostbite, hypothermia and fevers - nuclear physics applies to nuclear medicine (SPECT, PET scans and radiation therapy and lasers) - yatta, yatta yatta.
But why ME, oh, lord?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem