Feeling like a college student

I just got done with my lab exam. Well that is a lie I got done at nine and it is now ten. In a bit I will travel on my merry way to lecture. This will be fine because we are talking about genetics. That is somewhat interesting. Then comes the plague of my Wednesdays ICL (into to college learning). Not fun I say. I hate it. Then pre-calc, its a review day so we are to bring any questions we have. I have two but after that I will be bored. From past experience this class will let out early. Then the only thing I have to do is study, mainly by doing and checking over the posted practice exam. Then its on to one of the six movies I bought yesterday.

I don't know if I told you this or not but I am a college student in the Mid-West studying Biology. I will tell you this much because it lets you know a bit about me but lets me not get stalked.

I love biology. Its the study of life, and since I am living and so are you (hopefully), it is the study of me and you. Biology is something tangible, you can see it touch it, taste it. When you love it is a release of hormones and chemicals, thus love is Biology. When you hate it is Biology. When you move Biology. Biology is every second of everyday, and biologists live for studying and knowing it all.

I finally feel like a college student. You may ask why it took over two months for me to feel like a college student and I am just feeling like one now. For you see, yesterday I went shopping. In doing so I picked up six DVDs, this is added to the one I bought the day before, and a fish. A little resilient thing. Red with little flecks of blue in him. It is a male, and in this apartment of four females he is the only guy. Thus I have named him Waffles (the pimp). For some reason purchasing $30 worth of DVDs and a fish made me feel like a college kid. I know have something dependant on me. I have to take care of little waffles, granted that means feeding him about every other day and not having to do anything else, but still he needs me. I feel grown up. Then next step is a plant. I'm not ready for that kind of commitment yet though.

I really, up until now, have felt like I am just at camp. Well I never really went to a camp, but I imagine this is what it would feel like. It was just someplace I slept/studied/ate sometimes. It doesn't feel like home, but its not so strange. It will never be home.

Just got out of ICL. I remember again why I hate that class so much. I have a little break between classes. Why do I have to learn how to be a college student? Generations have gone before me without that class, the strong made it, it was like college survival of the fittest. This just keeps the kids who shouldn't be in college in college, and thus giving the system more money before they eventually fail out. I sit in the class and make educated guesses of the ones that won't make it past this year. Maybe that is mean, but I don't fancy myself to be of a low I.Q. (I have my moments but on average I think I am smart), so when I sit in a room filled with people of a different type of intelligence then me it makes me feel like I am in the wrong place. A word to the wise, if you are planning on seeking financial help/services in the next 6 years please check where the person who is helping you has graduated from. If it is from the university I attend, based on the people who I have found in that field here, please seek out someone else.

As I sit here I am staring at a very ugly metal sculpture. Again not to be mean, but some people just shouldn't sculpt in metal. They suck at it. I have seen a few ultimately brilliant metal sculptures. They have taken my breath away. But 0n the whole just because you call yourself an artist doesn't mean a) that you should sculpt in metal and b) that you are any good. This particular sculpture is in my top five ugliest, and those of you who know me know my number one. I hate that most metal sculptures you can't even tell what they are but you know they are supposed to be something. I get abstract, I really do. But its the ones that are so poorly constructed that are supposed to be something but end up just being pieces of metal stacked on one another and welded together that bother me. There are people who weld and there are artists, very rarely are these people even related, let alone one in the same. I know a metal sculptor, and she is very good. Very well known. That's right she is a girl and I respect her for being in a field of mainly men.

Random note for all of you architects that may ever build a college: don't put a study nook next to an open stairwell. People talk in stairwells and people who are studying don't like excessive noise. Thus putting these two next to each other means bad news.

Till next time I will leave you with this random quote from my Biology Lecture today: Have sex with people you don't know.

Ta ta