Going Stir Crazy

Posted on 02 Mar 2018 @ 3:44am by Petra Varelli Ph.D.

252 words; about a 1 minute read

Three months. It's been three months of babysitting a teacher who should have retired five years ago. Since I was asked to assist with the class on forensic anthropology, I've written and graded all the tests, corrected a hundred false assumptions, and taught every lab.

Commodore Poppycock talks about his glorious career and tells stories. While history is an important part of forensic anthropology, it should be Federation history, not Poppycock.

I told Command they either needed to give me the job outright and retire the old buzzard, or let me go. They let me go. Something about tenure and having only five more years to retirement. I think it's because no one has the courage to tell him he's a terrible teacher.

At least it gave me the opportunity to apply for the Galileo II. I admit, in my application I told them I was going nuts here and needed to get out into space where I might have an opportunity to use what I've learned and maybe find the remains of an ancient civilization. I would love to check ancient DNA against current species.

I'm not sure if it was going nuts, or my desire to go into deep space, but I guess I sounded crazy enough for an interview. Or I did when I sent my second, more detailed application. The first one was too boring.

So, now I'm off to Rigel III. If I don't get the job, it will be a nice vacation.

Petra Varelli
Forensic Anthropologist

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