organic wha?
after carefully thinking about what it is i would like to do with the rest of my life, i have resolved to stick with bio. afterall, it's a good major. and doesn't everyone want to know the meaning of life? where else to look than inside life itself.
of course, this doesn't really mean that i want to stick with biology. as my parents can attest, this may just be the major of the week, month, or, dare i say, year. besides, i remember once learning in some SAT workshop (or ACT or something along those stress loaded lines that really amount to nothing but the realization that colleges don't care if you are smart, they just want to know if you can somehow attribute to their statistics boasting what a diverse school they happen to be) that the first answer that comes to mind is usually the right one. besides the fact that they obviously can't be right because they don't exsist inside the mind of every doubtful student with the pressure of knowing that an entire society's eyes are watching them every single minute of their young adult lives, just waiting for that fateful slip-up, i'm willing to give it a try. i started out at this school medicine-bound, and a mear 5 quarters later, i have gone through every theorectical major in UCSB history, and somehow have ended up back with the same basic bullhocky. it takes a real methanscrotumine, as my dad would like to call it, to question such courses of action like that.
yes, mom, that means i might have a successful career afterall, instead of living out the life of longful mourning or searching for eternal happiness that i know you think i will lead.
so, with each step leading toward a happy and science filled life, it's time to get with the groove thang. now that i've resolved to stick with my current misery, at least for the next six (six already? goodness gracious) weeks until this quarter comes to an untimely halt, i should sell my soul to the evil doings of my professors and actually do the homework that they kindly assign and request doing. despite that i no longer know how i can continue doing page after page of organic chemistry (i mean, how many more ways can there be to name a compound? i get it, the reaction goes this way because that way has an unstable intermediate...jesus almighty, will somebody give me a slight reprieve??), i shall nonetheless continue. after all, when in Rome...
what is the end of that saying?
today's high point: ran into Interest at the bike racks outside Campbell. he has taken to calling me Shortstuff. i decided not to tell him that's the general family nickname for my cat.
of course, this doesn't really mean that i want to stick with biology. as my parents can attest, this may just be the major of the week, month, or, dare i say, year. besides, i remember once learning in some SAT workshop (or ACT or something along those stress loaded lines that really amount to nothing but the realization that colleges don't care if you are smart, they just want to know if you can somehow attribute to their statistics boasting what a diverse school they happen to be) that the first answer that comes to mind is usually the right one. besides the fact that they obviously can't be right because they don't exsist inside the mind of every doubtful student with the pressure of knowing that an entire society's eyes are watching them every single minute of their young adult lives, just waiting for that fateful slip-up, i'm willing to give it a try. i started out at this school medicine-bound, and a mear 5 quarters later, i have gone through every theorectical major in UCSB history, and somehow have ended up back with the same basic bullhocky. it takes a real methanscrotumine, as my dad would like to call it, to question such courses of action like that.
yes, mom, that means i might have a successful career afterall, instead of living out the life of longful mourning or searching for eternal happiness that i know you think i will lead.
so, with each step leading toward a happy and science filled life, it's time to get with the groove thang. now that i've resolved to stick with my current misery, at least for the next six (six already? goodness gracious) weeks until this quarter comes to an untimely halt, i should sell my soul to the evil doings of my professors and actually do the homework that they kindly assign and request doing. despite that i no longer know how i can continue doing page after page of organic chemistry (i mean, how many more ways can there be to name a compound? i get it, the reaction goes this way because that way has an unstable intermediate...jesus almighty, will somebody give me a slight reprieve??), i shall nonetheless continue. after all, when in Rome...
what is the end of that saying?
today's high point: ran into Interest at the bike racks outside Campbell. he has taken to calling me Shortstuff. i decided not to tell him that's the general family nickname for my cat.
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