Blargh! I just made the dumbest mistake on my pchem exam. There were five questions. I knew how to do a total of...one. Pathetic, isn't it? Especially considering I stayed up all night to study for this stupid exam. And then on one 3-part question, it took me literally 20 minutes out of the 60 I had to realize that when the slope goes down, y=a/x, not y=ax. So I did that problem in the 2 remaining minutes I had left. Genius.
On the other hand, Maple Story has finished updating. Yay.
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I think I'll start blogging again. I know, probably no one reads my blog with exception of the occasional wanderer who stumbles across this url by mistake. However, my writing skills have considerably .... de.... yeah. I suck at writing now. Therefore, at least ten minutes a day will be dedicated to blogging. It actually shouldn't be that horrible because I'm actually being active enough so that I have something to write about.
This semester has been pretty busy. I'm not even doing that much more, but it feels like there's never time to just relax anymore. P-chem is kicking my butt so hard that I'm considering taking it pass/fail and just changing my major. Homework is due every two weeks, and there are three review sessions a week. I go to four out of six review sessions for a homework period, meet with people at least two times a week to go over it, and I still don't understand how the solutions make sense.
Speaking of homework, I should probably be studying for my genetics lab quiz right now. That class has the potential of being really fun, but...my TA is gay. Both figuratively and literally. My first impression of him was that he was a pompous jackass who gets his shits and giggles out of screwing us over and ripping out fly testes. Yes, ripping out fly testes. In addition to that, when he sees an especially great dissection, he goes, "Wow! These are the most beautiful testes I've seen all day!" I thought that was weird, but I was like whatever. The next lab session he comes in, donning another ugly combination of Raggedy Sweater Over a Button-Down with the Collar Pulled Out and pants that are a little too short for his awkwardly long limbs. This time, he skips across the room like an excited little girl as he directs us to flip the flies over and examine their reproductive organs in order to separate males from females. Pretty standard procedure, but it just doesn't seem right when he compares the male sex organs to velcro and then giggles. Van confirmed it the third week when he told me our TA has a pink phone. Yep. I don't think there's much room for error here. All of this would be fine, except the guy's a real jerk. He's condescending and thinks of himself as the Drosophila God. Plus I heard he grades hard.
Ok. Enough ranting for now. Bye bye blog.
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