As my dear departed dad would ask: "Can you make any money with that?"--LOL!
My dear departed dad, who *was* an earth scientist (geologist to old-schoolers), tried his best to force me to go to Rice.
I wouldn't have any part of it, craving instead the rarefied intellectual stimulus of drunken frat parties and fine football in Norman, OK. For a year, anyway, lol. The wrong year. SDS, sit-ins, protesters ... me in Villager dresses and Peter Pan collars. Clash! Off to SMU after that. Then I found out that hippies were everywhere.
Earth science=Geology. The oil industry hires plenty of geologists out of Rice.