So I can lick a test with only two days of studying. Go me. Today is dedicated to getting caught up in chemistry and understanding things well enough to complete the homework I got an extension on. It's nice to know that my chem. profs. understand senior pressure. Not that they understand why a senior is taking intro. chem., but hey, I do weird things.

Yes, weird things that border on either non-sensical or the downright masochistic. Take my being in neuroendocrinology. Sure you have hormones and their related clinical conditions. I'm an accomplished psych. major, symptoms and diagnosing shit is old hand. The fact that we have to learn proper experimental design and basic stats. made me snicker. I have one up on these straight neuroscience bastards.

Now my steel-toed boot to the ass comes when we go into semi-detailed description of these huge, structurally complex molecules that do wonky things. Because of this, most people (and the instructor) seemed to assume the following: Oh, people have already taken upper division biology and biochem. courses. And indeed, it'd be an easy course with them.

Not me.

I take a look at this molecular hodge-podge of ases, acetyls, carboxyls and other thingies and at first it makes no sense. Probably about as much as those words mean to most people reading this. There's a certain demented...no...thoroughly sinful pleasure I get when I do better than most of these people. Sure it's hard, but it's my major and that means it is my bitch.

I do things the hard way. You probably have noticed this.

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