Friday, November 4, 2016

Banana Sonnet – L&T – August 11, 2016

Stacked in Kline, sit bananas plentiful with every meal,
Some green-yellow and others turned freckled-brown,
Our precious portable snack by virtue of their peel,
Of form akin to either a smile or a frown.
Stuffing them within our backpacks, we rush onward.
We complain at their ubiquity all whilst cherishing
The convenient sustenance they may afford
On the occasion we miss breakfast the next morning.
Bananas for breakfast, for lunch, for a snack,
Bananas gone mushy, forgot, and split open,
Opportune to satisfy a stomach’s momentary lack
But lacking in long term, necessitous nutrition.
Apples sit there too, you know,
Yet they are seldom mentioned in a manner so.

On the death of my grandma - 11/2/2016

Glassy thoughts
Rifting worlds
Incomprehensible
Emotions, tears
Feeling ... but not

Life as Physics Students

After our class covering rotational motion and gyroscopes this morning, we may now perhaps be prepared to calculate the angular momentum of our heads spinning.