Biology II and Me

Sitting in class from 8am to what seems like an eternity until dismissal is great fun. Learning about all of the components that make humans advanced individuals is really something, especially when you're trying to compute all of this and manage to cram literally thousands of words into your brain with minimal caffeine.

Doodling tends to help. That is... until you realize that you're behind 3 PowerPoint pages, didn't catch a WORD the instructor just said and your "neighbor" sitting next to you won't fork over his notes because even though he never looks at them, he'd really just prefer not to share.

Lab is even a greater accomplishment. Once you've finally managed to receive a hearty zap from your sinoatrial node much like that of Tang, being the "kick in a glass" that it is, it's off to zee laboratory. (Don't mind the obviously fake French accent. Just roll with it.)

So there you sit in your little comfy rolling office chair...the office chair which tries to eat your ass rather than to be a relaxing place to park yourself for the next couple of hours...then for the next ten minutes...you sit gabbing away, praying that you don't get too comfortable because God knows as soon as you think you can actually enjoy yourself, the instructor walks in.

Don't get me wrong. She's a real sweetheart. She's probably the biggest pervert I've met next to myself who admits on a regular basis that she loves teaching anatomy and physiology simply because she gets to use words like "sphincter" and "anus". I had the same woman as my instructor for my Intro to Biology I class and she forever told us of her book she had longed to call "Jumping To Defecate." It was better than a trip to Disneyland. I swear to God it was.

Before you know it, you've finished your assignment with your partner, coincidentally the same guy who wouldn't share his notes in class but keeps asking you for all the answers in your lab manual. (Nice Mr. Rico.) You finish up the day by having the instructor go on and on about her days in college and speaking fondly of Butter, the lab rat turned yellow from formaldehyde she and her friends had dissected back in the day. You pack up, head out, and pray to God you can regain some sanity before your next class.

I'm melting! I'm melting! Oh what a world!