Oh, science. How you torment me so.

Dear Science,

You stepped into my life like a dream, like a miraculous way to answer my questions--more than that, a way to approach my deepest and inner most questions (questions that I even dared to utter aloud). Have a question? No problem. Just apply a little something called the scientific method and all of your questions fade into the background and slowly become answers.

Yes, I was that naive.

With the closing of my very first graduate seminar (why thank you), I have come to the realization that my faith in science is more muddled than it has ever been before.

Eh?

I now realize that we have more questions than we will ever be able to answer. There are more intricacies and complexities than I ever dared to imagine. Gone are the golden days when, as a thirteen year old, I closed my Algebra textbook and thought, "Thank God I am done with math. What more can they teach me?".

... enough to make your brain gush out of your eye sockets. Whoops, too graphic?

Yes, I still love you, science. And yes, I still believe in your potential. But I now realize, more than ever, that my romance with you with be an enduring journey. While I am not quite sure I am ready for the roller-coaster at right exactly this moment (please, let me think about finals first), I will be at your level soon. Just let me prepare myself.

Your faithful partner in crime,
Lauren