Day Thirty-Two:: Science Museum

I got through high school biology because the teacher really liked me.  I somehow survived chemistry (I honestly have no idea how that was possible).  I took medical anatomy as my third year of high school science because it was easier than physics.  I have the review sessions and desperate cramming to thank for my passing of physical science my first semester of college, and my living with plants course was an all over disaster.  In short, I have a terrible history with science (actually I'm only good with art history, the normal history is not a point of my strength either).

So, when I had a few free hours between classes today and was invited to go to the science museum I thought both a) ummm... I hate science...?..?...????.. b) maybe a museum targeted to all ages with the subject of which is the subject in which I could use the most improvement would be a good thing for me.  I went to the museum.

I love a good art museum, very passionately.  Art museums are not hands-on, and I like that.  The science museum was very hands-on, however it had some really cool things.  There was an exhibit that went through almost the history of different household appliances/items.  From toilets to washers and dryers to power drills.  There was even a tea maker that had a lamp attached to it, you know for all those evenings when you just need to make tea but do not want to turn on all the kitchen lights, or maybe so you can make tea in a closet while hiding from an intruder.  A good calming tea would probably be very helpful in a situation like that.

Here's an assortment of mainly random pictures that I snapped while on the premises:

AMERICA!!!!

S/S14 trends for spacewear include...

I hope that my mom sees this and thinks of the "Pluto, Revolve in Peace" sweatshirt we bought me in San Francisco.  I hope everybody just gets a good laugh out of it

I received an email while in class today that informed me that I have mail waiting for me at the apartment offices.  Great was my joy.  YAY!! MY DEBIT CARD IS HERE I FINALLY HAVE MONEY.  With that joy I skipped off to the offices after class ready to snap a happy photo of me holding my new card.  Optimism sucks.  It was not my debit card.  It was a stupid rewards card for the big drugstore around here.  I literally fought back tears and murderous screaming. as I exited the building, completely defeated.  I still have no money.  It is not preferable and I do not recommend it in the slightest.

ttyl,
Kelsie