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Sep. 4th, 2003 10:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aintbrokeMy problem is that I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored. I have things to do, but why bother? I can put them off indefinitely and still get everything done.
I'm not going to class today. I've just decided this, sitting here. It's Thursday of my second week, and I'm already skipping class. But I want instant gratification, I want it all, and I want it now. Let me loose in my lab, don’t make me sit through a lecture on blah blah blah, that I've heard before, that I know. It annoys me that my attitude will probably translate into lower grades, because everyone else can sit through the reminder of what exactly a molecular weight is. At this point in the semester review it can't really matter (IT CAN"T HOLY GOD BECAUSE THEY ARE GOING OVER STUFF THAT KIDDO IS LEARNING.) but I am sure this "oh this all seems vaguely familiar, I can't be bothered" feeling will not help me later when I don't really know the stuff.
(Interesting factoid. I have made it halfway though my sophomore year in college without ever having taken a "biology" course. I've had classes in the biology department, but never any biology one-oh-one equivalent. As a biochem major, I think this is something of a feat.)
On that note, as of today I am officially a biochemistry major. I've been flirting with this since I started college, but was for many reasons afraid. (Most of those reasons have suffixes like CHEM and prefixes like P. Also, the professor who teaches most of the requirements is a crotchety old man who only teaches at seven-thirty in the morning. I kid you not. I know my limits, and silly as it might sound, being at class at seven-thirty three days a week for eighteen months is so completely out of the question that I nearly declared a biology major. Now I have a better alarm clock.)
At this time last year, I was putting together a portfolio for art schools, now I’m a biochemist. Life is weird. I am still bored though. And, (AND! As if that wasn't enough injury! Now with the insult!) I can't take photos. All the perspective and composition that are second nature in drawing dissolve when I come near a shutter button. On one hand this really frustrates me, because I love photography. On the other hand, man I'm whiny.
This mini rant brought to you by the girl who has carried a camera with her for the last two weeks and not taken a single picture, but who spent the two hours she was at work yesterday looking at the portfolio of a professional photographer.
I am going to the Dean dinner tonight with Sport Chris, who called me at six to ask what you’re supposed to wear to a fundraising dinner. How the heck am I supposed to know?
The brilliant upside of today: I did the math. Since arriving at school twelve days ago, I have run a hundred miles. -_-
I'm not going to class today. I've just decided this, sitting here. It's Thursday of my second week, and I'm already skipping class. But I want instant gratification, I want it all, and I want it now. Let me loose in my lab, don’t make me sit through a lecture on blah blah blah, that I've heard before, that I know. It annoys me that my attitude will probably translate into lower grades, because everyone else can sit through the reminder of what exactly a molecular weight is. At this point in the semester review it can't really matter (IT CAN"T HOLY GOD BECAUSE THEY ARE GOING OVER STUFF THAT KIDDO IS LEARNING.) but I am sure this "oh this all seems vaguely familiar, I can't be bothered" feeling will not help me later when I don't really know the stuff.
(Interesting factoid. I have made it halfway though my sophomore year in college without ever having taken a "biology" course. I've had classes in the biology department, but never any biology one-oh-one equivalent. As a biochem major, I think this is something of a feat.)
On that note, as of today I am officially a biochemistry major. I've been flirting with this since I started college, but was for many reasons afraid. (Most of those reasons have suffixes like CHEM and prefixes like P. Also, the professor who teaches most of the requirements is a crotchety old man who only teaches at seven-thirty in the morning. I kid you not. I know my limits, and silly as it might sound, being at class at seven-thirty three days a week for eighteen months is so completely out of the question that I nearly declared a biology major. Now I have a better alarm clock.)
At this time last year, I was putting together a portfolio for art schools, now I’m a biochemist. Life is weird. I am still bored though. And, (AND! As if that wasn't enough injury! Now with the insult!) I can't take photos. All the perspective and composition that are second nature in drawing dissolve when I come near a shutter button. On one hand this really frustrates me, because I love photography. On the other hand, man I'm whiny.
This mini rant brought to you by the girl who has carried a camera with her for the last two weeks and not taken a single picture, but who spent the two hours she was at work yesterday looking at the portfolio of a professional photographer.
I am going to the Dean dinner tonight with Sport Chris, who called me at six to ask what you’re supposed to wear to a fundraising dinner. How the heck am I supposed to know?
The brilliant upside of today: I did the math. Since arriving at school twelve days ago, I have run a hundred miles. -_-
