Thank heavens for Dr. Williams

I love Dr. Williams. I love my advanced lab, and I'm so glad that he noticed I had the aptitude but wasn't in it and encouraged me to make the switch. I am sitting here formatting my report for this term's first project, saying "I hope I get a good score on this, I've worked really hard on it." And it's deja vu because I say that... every time I turn in a lab report. This is the class where I work hard. I work hard AND it's actually challenging AND I care. I worked hard in writing last term, but it was just a lot of work, not interesting work. Lately, I feel like for the most part I just kind of meander through my classes. I go to class, I do the homework, I take the quizzes... I even look forward to philosophy lectures and sometimes my math teacher is funny, but I do it all without any real attachment, just because oh well, it's what I got myself into doing this term. This report, I actually wrote most of last weekend, thinking it was due on Tuesday, and then I had an extra week to mess with it (it's due this Monday). So I took it to Dr. Williams in office hours - a complete draft that I would have turned in - and let him mark all over it. Now I'm making it even better! The "wow nice" part isn't really how hard I work on these, but the excitement I feel about it. Explaining these lab experiments is FUN, and for that matter so is doodling with Open Office graphs to a point. And they end up being something I want other people to read. Regardless the grades I got or even the work I put into them, I could care less if anyone ever reads my WR 123 essays. My lab reports, I give to Dancing Physicist, since I've usually spent a few weeks mentioning bits and pieces of them to him anyway. Dr. Williams makes a little slice of my life awesome.