"What are men to rocks and mountains?" -Jane Austen
You know you're a Geology Major when:
-you always bring the following to class: a dropper-bottle full of dillute hydrochloric acid, a magnet, a piece of steel, and a hand lens.
-you fall asleep trying to visualize the stereonet plot of the intersection of fault-planes, then dream about it.
-you come back from a week-long trip to Wyoming, and all of your pictures are of rock and dirt.
-you can see stereophotos in 3-D without using a stereoscope.
-you know what a stereoscope is, and know how to use it.
-you laugh when people describe something living as "old".
-you know the difference between a soft-rock hammer and a hard-rock hammer.
-you take break-time from class to look at rock samples.
-you have heroes that nobody else has heard of, like Maurice and Katja Krafft.
-the first thing you wonder when someone tells you they went to Hawaii is, "Did they get to see any lava flows?"
-you've toyed with the idea of using forms of rock/mineral names or geology terms for names of future children (breccia, chert, tuff, ...petricia?).
-you can't walk by a stone structure without speculating about the life span of the structure in consideration of weathering processes.
-you have a more varied vocabulary than onyone else on campus.
-you don't chuckle when people use words like schist.
-you can tell whether sand grains are sub-rounded or sub-angular.
-you talk about geology outside of class with friends, until you realize that they don't share your enthusiasm for the subject ---at all.
-you come back from a trip with your luggage 50 lbs. heavier.
-you look at a picture, and wish that whoever took it would've zoomed in on a rock-surface.
-you don't think of food when you hear the words "crust" and "shortening".
-you need someone else to drive for you because you can't take your eyes off the rocks on the side of the road.
I do fit in this category. I spend my days at school ears-deep in rocks, and I enjoy it. I think I'm in the right department.
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