Pole Reversal and Exploding Whales

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  And the title tells you why I am in love with Physics. I missed the ability to talk about the esoteric and some of the standard silliness that dominates the conversation between physicists, mathematicians, and engineers. We have no idea what will happen during a pole reversal. Will it switch fast? Or, will it be slow and painful? Then, as our professor was attempting to draw a circa 1945 bomb, it looked more like a whale. Of course the topic went to Hitchhiker's Guide and other things. We were on a tangent. Not unusual for us to do that. Don't worry, we still covered the material we needed to. 
  I don't get conversations like this in all my classes. They tickle my neurons and activate parts of my brain that have felt dormant for so long. I wish I could say the same for Biology and Chemistry. I fell asleep in Biology class over the summer, played on Facebook during General Chemistry, and just find a lot of the material dry. I run to my Physics homework. I read outside sources to gain more depth and I will spend hours working on it.

Physics holds my attention.
It has always held my attention.
It is what I love. 
Physics does not define who I am
it is only one of the many things that make me interesting.

  Don't stop doing what you love and don't let anything get in the way of what you love to do. There is no reason why women can't be physicists. I think we just haven't shown all the wonderful things there is yet to be discovered! 

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