back in grade school, we had something called "earth science," which mainly involved finding rocks around the schoolyard, giving them fancy classifications like "metamorphic," and pretending they were extraordinary. earth science was not my favorite subject. we did have one project though that i remember enjoying-- an illustrated storybook of our adventure into the center of the earth. we were to write a story in which we design a machine that digs us through the earth's layers, and all along the way we creatively weave in facts to demonstrate our retention of the material. ie: "wow it sure is taking a long time to get through this crust, even though it is the earth's thinnest layer!" or "my face is melting because we are floating in magma, which is extremely hot!"
anyways, i don't really remember much about my book, except that after we designed our earth-tunneling machines, we were supposed to name them. i named mine lidenbrock, and when my teacher asked why, i said, "he's the professor in jules verne's book, a journey to the center of the earth." this impressed my teacher profusely, who apparently hadn't heard of scholastic's abridged classics, and she awarded me a red monty star pencil for being a super reader.
so the point of this story was to say, happy birthday, jules verne. and thanks for the pencil.
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