Bobson Dugnutt, Snarry Shitwon. I’m dyin’ over here. Pure gold!
4 billion years of fixing inorganic carbon in the biosphere. Sometimes mistakes O2 for CO2. Not as fast as some enzymes, but very abundant. Here, have some phosphoglycerates about it.
Bobson Dugnutt, Snarry Shitwon. I’m dyin’ over here. Pure gold!
Practice.
Taking notes during lecture helped. Not only does it help cement the information in your mind, it is practice writing legibly enough it can be studied later. You could practice this now, before school starts, by watching something like Khan Academy.
If your major sends you to the whiteboard often, that will help a lot, too. You will naturally improve as you do it out of necessity. Practice on the board until you can write a straight line of consistent text that doesn’t droop or curve down as it goes along.
I second the suggestion for calligraphy in a script you like.
Perhaps practice by trying to quickly write down song lyrics as you listen? I think that’s when I first started to improve.
Pay attention to your classmates who can take good notes quickly. I made a friend who found my writing to be glacially slow, so I watched how they wrote to learn some tricks.
Sorry if some of these won’t help until you’re in, but don’t worry about it too much. I’m sure your handwriting will be markedly improved by the end of even the first year.
p.s.
Write letters or postcards to friends.
Try to fit your favorite quotes on a notecard.
Holy shit, the unburned powder on the ballistics gel block!
This one should bookend that rifle with the crazy long barrel they keep sawing pieces off of while monitoring muzzle velocity.
This really needs to be rescheduled for the winter, and/or pilgrims encouraged to travel by night. But then the AC tents might not sell as well.
Oh we’re all going nocturnal with this climate. It will be necessary. Maybe subterranean, too.
And calculus notes.
“Howdy, XO,” he drawled. The old west affectation common to everyone from the Mariner Valley annoyed Holden. There hadn’t been a cowboy on Earth in a hundred years, and Mars didn’t have a blade of grass that wasn’t under a dome, or a horse that wasn’t in a zoo. Mariner Valley had been settled by East Indians, Chinese, and a small contingent of Texans. Apparently, the drawl was viral. They all had it now. “How’s the old warhorse today?”
James S.A. Corey, Leviathan Wakes
I’ve been looking for this for awhile. First read it back in 2017 when Harper’s published it again. But then I lost track of it and couldn’t find it no matter the search terms.
Thank you for posting it here. Still just as relevant as ever. Dorothy Thompson is a name I won’t be forgetting again.
Temba, his arms wide.