I went to the geology building today. They have cases of rocks on display all down the halls. It was the first time I had been there, and it reminded me that I miss my rocks. My box of rocks that (when I live in facilities larger than a shoebox) I like to sit on my bookshelf.

A box of rocks? I can hear you—“That’s dumb as a . . . box of rocks.” I don’t care. Rocks are cool—if geology didn’t involved chemistry, and chemistry didn’t involve math (“Do you think anyone will love a girl who doesn’t know new math?” Sally from the Peanuts) I’d be a geologist. Exploring strange new rocks, new minerals and new formations (okay old ones, but new to me) boldly going where no geology girl has gone before!

Or I can just be an English teacher.