There is a reason that arts students are not physicists. I handed in a lab this week in which I cleverly calculated that one of Jupiter’s moons has an orbit of six thousand years. I presented my findings to the TA who brought his hands to his face. “SIX THOUSAND YEARS?!?!!” he almost shouted. “It only takes sixteen days!” I did some quick math in my head to sort out how long it would take me to figure out the right answer and along the way though my inner equations I discovered: I don’t care how long it takes for one of Jupiter’s moons to get aorund Jupiter, and even though I don’t care, I know now. Sixteen days. I handed in my “work” knowing I failed the lab, and I trotted out of the Physics department towards a nice cup of tea. I commenced chuckling every time I thought of the TA’s exasperation with me and every time I recalled him saying with alarm, “SIX THOUSAND YEARS?!?!?!!?!?” I just couldn’t help it, downright effervescent giggles overflowed from my little heart. So even though I’ll probably fail every lab if I keep up the “good work” I love my astronomy class.