Back to the Academy

I got back to the Intergalactic Military Academy today, ready to do more studying. None of the new material was particularly intriguing; just basic facts that need to be memorized. It's a shame that a large part of education has to work in such a way, so content based.

Now, don't get me wrong, I can memorize. I know all the inhabited planets in the galaxy, all the stars as well, and I've even memorized the semi-periodic table of hyperspace elements. I can memorize well. I just wish we didn't have to spend all this time doing it.

I understand why we memorize in school. It's important to know which planet the 33rd governor of Hijalkonia was from. After all, not knowing that detail will prevent our society from learning about his mistakes and will allow us to progress into the future. Plus, that planet of origin is the reason he was able to develop the nanoray, a major feature in most modern weaponry, so it's important for people pursuing a career in the Zirconian Navy especially.

Of course, that demographic has pinpointed me.

So I certainly don't want to tear down the memorization aspect of Zirconian education. That's probably the only thing I don't want to change. Regardless, you didn't come to this blog to read about the educational system of Zirconia. After all, this is the blog of a spaceman, someone who lives in a different galaxy. There should be robots, spaceships, extraterrestrials, and mozzarella cheese.

I guess now would be a good time to tell you about our P.E. class. See, today we decided to take advantage of the good conditions for space faring and stage a mock battle in orbit around our 2nd moon, Jupiter.

I took on one of my close friends, Zac, in a simple ship vs. ship match up, just to practice our single ship skills. We spent most of the time screwing around, using our nuclear anti-rays as our primary weapons.

Essentially what that accomplishes is incredible damage: incredibly powerful and incredibly unpredictable. We had some very interesting results, but as it was all fake, no one got hurt. We had some good laughs about that one.

Oh yeah, I also asked Lynn to the Intergalactic Military Academy's annual moon walk dance. I thought that asking a girl, one I've been dating for a year now, to a dance would be an easy yes.

It wasn't.

It's OK though; I still get to see her, just probably not at the dance. I don't like dancing very much anyway, so it's all good. The problem is that she doesn't have time to get ready, which I understand completely with all the military entrance exams that have to be dealt with. We still love each other, so it's all pirates and robots from here on out.

So, that's life in Andromeda. Better than life on Earth, am I right?