One stargazer in this family is enough Astronomy class seemed like an easy way to pick up some hours during my senior year of college. The class itself turned out to be rather difficult, but I should have expected it when the professor mentioned that he had wanted to be an astronomer when he was five. We also had to pick a lab night and I picked Tuesday over Thursday for no real reason. Imagine my surprise when for an entire semester, Tuesday nights rang in crisp and clear, while Thursday nights were dark and dreary. Yes, my Tuesday night astronomy lab met every single night, while my friends in the Thursday lab met only twice! The entire class ended on a bad note I think I made a C, and I never wanted to look at the stars again.